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Yes
--
I
let
him
run
on
,
"
Marlow
began
again
,
"
and
think
what
he
pleased
about
the
powers
that
were
behind
me
.
I
did
!
And
there
was
nothing
behind
me
!
There
was
nothing
but
that
wretched
,
old
,
mangled
steamboat
I
was
leaning
against
,
while
he
talked
fluently
about
'
the
necessity
for
every
man
to
get
on
.
'
'
And
when
one
comes
out
here
,
you
conceive
,
it
is
not
to
gaze
at
the
moon
.
'
Mr.
Kurtz
was
a
'
universal
genius
,
'
but
even
a
genius
would
find
it
easier
to
work
with
'
adequate
tools
--
intelligent
men
.
'
He
did
not
make
bricks
--
why
,
there
was
a
physical
impossibility
in
the
way
--
as
I
was
well
aware
;
and
if
he
did
secretarial
work
for
the
manager
,
it
was
because
'
no
sensible
man
rejects
wantonly
the
confidence
of
his
superiors
.
'
Did
I
see
it
?
I
saw
it
.
What
more
did
I
want
?
What
I
really
wanted
was
rivets
,
by
heaven
!
Rivets
.
To
get
on
with
the
work
--
to
stop
the
hole
.
Rivets
I
wanted
.
There
were
cases
of
them
down
at
the
coast
--
cases
--
piled
up
--
burst
--
split
!
You
kicked
a
loose
rivet
at
every
second
step
in
that
station-yard
on
the
hillside
.
Rivets
had
rolled
into
the
grove
of
death
.
You
could
fill
your
pockets
with
rivets
for
the
trouble
of
stooping
down
--
and
there
was
n't
one
rivet
to
be
found
where
it
was
wanted
.
We
had
plates
that
would
do
,
but
nothing
to
fasten
them
with
.
And
every
week
the
messenger
,
a
long
negro
,
letter-bag
on
shoulder
and
staff
in
hand
,
left
our
station
for
the
coast
.
And
several
times
a
week
a
coast
caravan
came
in
with
trade
goods
--
ghastly
glazed
calico
that
made
you
shudder
only
to
look
at
it
,
glass
beads
value
about
a
penny
a
quart
,
confounded
spotted
cotton
handkerchiefs
.
And
no
rivets
.
Three
carriers
could
have
brought
all
that
was
wanted
to
set
that
steamboat
afloat
.
"
He
was
becoming
confidential
now
,
but
I
fancy
my
unresponsive
attitude
must
have
exasperated
him
at
last
,
for
he
judged
it
necessary
to
inform
me
he
feared
neither
God
nor
devil
,
let
alone
any
mere
man
.
I
said
I
could
see
that
very
well
,
but
what
I
wanted
was
a
certain
quantity
of
rivets
--
and
rivets
were
what
really
Mr.
Kurtz
wanted
,
if
he
had
only
known
it
.
Now
letters
went
to
the
coast
every
week
...
'
My
dear
sir
,
'
he
cried
,
'
I
write
from
dictation
.
'
I
demanded
rivets
.
There
was
a
way
--
for
an
intelligent
man
.
He
changed
his
manner
;
became
very
cold
,
and
suddenly
began
to
talk
about
a
hippopotamus
;
wondered
whether
sleeping
on
board
the
steamer
(
I
stuck
to
my
salvage
night
and
day
)
I
was
n't
disturbed
.
There
was
an
old
hippo
that
had
the
bad
habit
of
getting
out
on
the
bank
and
roaming
at
night
over
the
station
grounds
.
The
pilgrims
used
to
turn
out
in
a
body
and
empty
every
rifle
they
could
lay
hands
on
at
him
.
Some
even
had
sat
up
o
'
nights
for
him
.
All
this
energy
was
wasted
,
though
.
'
That
animal
has
a
charmed
life
,
'
he
said
;
'
but
you
can
say
this
only
of
brutes
in
this
country
.
No
man
--
you
apprehend
me
?
--
no
man
here
bears
a
charmed
life
.
'
He
stood
there
for
a
moment
in
the
moonlight
with
his
delicate
hooked
nose
set
a
little
askew
,
and
his
mica
eyes
glittering
without
a
wink
,
then
,
with
a
curt
Good-night
,
he
strode
off
.
I
could
see
he
was
disturbed
and
considerably
puzzled
,
which
made
me
feel
more
hopeful
than
I
had
been
for
days
.
It
was
a
great
comfort
to
turn
from
that
chap
to
my
influential
friend
,
the
battered
,
twisted
,
ruined
,
tin-pot
steamboat
.
I
clambered
on
board
.
She
rang
under
my
feet
like
an
empty
Huntley
&
Palmer
biscuit-tin
kicked
along
a
gutter
;
she
was
nothing
so
solid
in
make
,
and
rather
less
pretty
in
shape
,
but
I
had
expended
enough
hard
work
on
her
to
make
me
love
her
.
No
influential
friend
would
have
served
me
better
.
She
had
given
me
a
chance
to
come
out
a
bit
--
to
find
out
what
I
could
do
.
No
,
I
do
n't
like
work
.
I
had
rather
laze
about
and
think
of
all
the
fine
things
that
can
be
done
.
I
do
n't
like
work
--
no
man
does
--
but
I
like
what
is
in
the
work
--
the
chance
to
find
yourself
.
Your
own
reality
--
for
yourself
,
not
for
others
--
what
no
other
man
can
ever
know
.
They
can
only
see
the
mere
show
,
and
never
can
tell
what
it
really
means
.
"
I
was
not
surprised
to
see
somebody
sitting
aft
,
on
the
deck
,
with
his
legs
dangling
over
the
mud
.
You
see
I
rather
chummed
with
the
few
mechanics
there
were
in
that
station
,
whom
the
other
pilgrims
naturally
despised
--
on
account
of
their
imperfect
manners
,
I
suppose
.
This
was
the
foreman
--
a
boiler-maker
by
trade
--
a
good
worker
.
He
was
a
lank
,
bony
,
yellow-faced
man
,
with
big
intense
eyes
.
His
aspect
was
worried
,
and
his
head
was
as
bald
as
the
palm
of
my
hand
;
but
his
hair
in
falling
seemed
to
have
stuck
to
his
chin
,
and
had
prospered
in
the
new
locality
,
for
his
beard
hung
down
to
his
waist
.
He
was
a
widower
with
six
young
children
(
he
had
left
them
in
charge
of
a
sister
of
his
to
come
out
there
)
,
and
the
passion
of
his
life
was
pigeon-flying
.
He
was
an
enthusiast
and
a
connoisseur
.
He
would
rave
about
pigeons
.
After
work
hours
he
used
sometimes
to
come
over
from
his
hut
for
a
talk
about
his
children
and
his
pigeons
;
at
work
,
when
he
had
to
crawl
in
the
mud
under
the
bottom
of
the
steamboat
,
he
would
tie
up
that
beard
of
his
in
a
kind
of
white
serviette
he
brought
for
the
purpose
.
It
had
loops
to
go
over
his
ears
.
In
the
evening
he
could
be
seen
squatted
on
the
bank
rinsing
that
wrapper
in
the
creek
with
great
care
,
then
spreading
it
solemnly
on
a
bush
to
dry
.
"
I
slapped
him
on
the
back
and
shouted
,
'
We
shall
have
rivets
!
'
He
scrambled
to
his
feet
exclaiming
,
'
No
!
Rivets
!
'
as
though
he
could
n't
believe
his
ears
.
Then
in
a
low
voice
,
'
You
...
eh
?
'
I
do
n't
know
why
we
behaved
like
lunatics
.
I
put
my
finger
to
the
side
of
my
nose
and
nodded
mysteriously
.
'
Good
for
you
!
'
he
cried
,
snapped
his
fingers
above
his
head
,
lifting
one
foot
.
I
tried
a
jig
.
We
capered
on
the
iron
deck
.
A
frightful
clatter
came
out
of
that
hulk
,
and
the
virgin
forest
on
the
other
bank
of
the
creek
sent
it
back
in
a
thundering
roll
upon
the
sleeping
station
.
It
must
have
made
some
of
the
pilgrims
sit
up
in
their
hovels
.
A
dark
figure
obscured
the
lighted
doorway
of
the
manager
's
hut
,
vanished
,
then
,
a
second
or
so
after
,
the
doorway
itself
vanished
,
too
.
We
stopped
,
and
the
silence
driven
away
by
the
stamping
of
our
feet
flowed
back
again
from
the
recesses
of
the
land
.
The
great
wall
of
vegetation
,
an
exuberant
and
entangled
mass
of
trunks
,
branches
,
leaves
,
boughs
,
festoons
,
motionless
in
the
moonlight
,
was
like
a
rioting
invasion
of
soundless
life
,
a
rolling
wave
of
plants
,
piled
up
,
crested
,
ready
to
topple
over
the
creek
,
to
sweep
every
little
man
of
us
out
of
his
little
existence
.
And
it
moved
not
.
A
deadened
burst
of
mighty
splashes
and
snorts
reached
us
from
afar
,
as
though
an
icthyosaurus
had
been
taking
a
bath
of
glitter
in
the
great
river
.
'
After
all
,
'
said
the
boiler-maker
in
a
reasonable
tone
,
'
why
should
n't
we
get
the
rivets
?
'
Why
not
,
indeed
!
I
did
not
know
of
any
reason
why
we
should
n't
.
'
They
'll
come
in
three
weeks
,
'
I
said
confidently
.
"
But
they
did
n't
.
Instead
of
rivets
there
came
an
invasion
,
an
infliction
,
a
visitation
.
It
came
in
sections
during
the
next
three
weeks
,
each
section
headed
by
a
donkey
carrying
a
white
man
in
new
clothes
and
tan
shoes
,
bowing
from
that
elevation
right
and
left
to
the
impressed
pilgrims
.
A
quarrelsome
band
of
footsore
sulky
niggers
trod
on
the
heels
of
the
donkey
;
a
lot
of
tents
,
camp-stools
,
tin
boxes
,
white
cases
,
brown
bales
would
be
shot
down
in
the
courtyard
,
and
the
air
of
mystery
would
deepen
a
little
over
the
muddle
of
the
station
.
Five
such
instalments
came
,
with
their
absurd
air
of
disorderly
flight
with
the
loot
of
innumerable
outfit
shops
and
provision
stores
,
that
,
one
would
think
,
they
were
lugging
,
after
a
raid
,
into
the
wilderness
for
equitable
division
.
It
was
an
inextricable
mess
of
things
decent
in
themselves
but
that
human
folly
made
look
like
the
spoils
of
thieving
.
