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Eight
miles
meant
nearly
three
hours
'
steaming
for
us
,
and
I
could
also
see
suspicious
ripples
at
the
upper
end
of
the
reach
.
Nevertheless
,
I
was
annoyed
beyond
expression
at
the
delay
,
and
most
unreasonably
,
too
,
since
one
night
more
could
not
matter
much
after
so
many
months
.
As
we
had
plenty
of
wood
,
and
caution
was
the
word
,
I
brought
up
in
the
middle
of
the
stream
.
The
reach
was
narrow
,
straight
,
with
high
sides
like
a
railway
cutting
.
The
dusk
came
gliding
into
it
long
before
the
sun
had
set
.
The
current
ran
smooth
and
swift
,
but
a
dumb
immobility
sat
on
the
banks
.
The
living
trees
,
lashed
together
by
the
creepers
and
every
living
bush
of
the
undergrowth
,
might
have
been
changed
into
stone
,
even
to
the
slenderest
twig
,
to
the
lightest
leaf
.
It
was
not
sleep
--
it
seemed
unnatural
,
like
a
state
of
trance
.
Not
the
faintest
sound
of
any
kind
could
be
heard
.
You
looked
on
amazed
,
and
began
to
suspect
yourself
of
being
deaf
--
then
the
night
came
suddenly
,
and
struck
you
blind
as
well
.
About
three
in
the
morning
some
large
fish
leaped
,
and
the
loud
splash
made
me
jump
as
though
a
gun
had
been
fired
.
When
the
sun
rose
there
was
a
white
fog
,
very
warm
and
clammy
,
and
more
blinding
than
the
night
.
It
did
not
shift
or
drive
;
it
was
just
there
,
standing
all
round
you
like
something
solid
.
At
eight
or
nine
,
perhaps
,
it
lifted
as
a
shutter
lifts
.
We
had
a
glimpse
of
the
towering
multitude
of
trees
,
of
the
immense
matted
jungle
,
with
the
blazing
little
ball
of
the
sun
hanging
over
it
--
all
perfectly
still
--
and
then
the
white
shutter
came
down
again
,
smoothly
,
as
if
sliding
in
greased
grooves
.
I
ordered
the
chain
,
which
we
had
begun
to
heave
in
,
to
be
paid
out
again
.
Before
it
stopped
running
with
a
muffled
rattle
,
a
cry
,
a
very
loud
cry
,
as
of
infinite
desolation
,
soared
slowly
in
the
opaque
air
.
It
ceased
.
A
complaining
clamour
,
modulated
in
savage
discords
,
filled
our
ears
.
The
sheer
unexpectedness
of
it
made
my
hair
stir
under
my
cap
.
I
do
n't
know
how
it
struck
the
others
:
to
me
it
seemed
as
though
the
mist
itself
had
screamed
,
so
suddenly
,
and
apparently
from
all
sides
at
once
,
did
this
tumultuous
and
mournful
uproar
arise
.
It
culminated
in
a
hurried
outbreak
of
almost
intolerably
excessive
shrieking
,
which
stopped
short
,
leaving
us
stiffened
in
a
variety
of
silly
attitudes
,
and
obstinately
listening
to
the
nearly
as
appalling
and
excessive
silence
.
'
Good
God
!
What
is
the
meaning
--
'
stammered
at
my
elbow
one
of
the
pilgrims
--
a
little
fat
man
,
with
sandy
hair
and
red
whiskers
,
who
wore
sidespring
boots
,
and
pink
pyjamas
tucked
into
his
socks
.
Two
others
remained
open-mouthed
a
while
minute
,
then
dashed
into
the
little
cabin
,
to
rush
out
incontinently
and
stand
darting
scared
glances
,
with
Winchesters
at
'
ready
'
in
their
hands
.
What
we
could
see
was
just
the
steamer
we
were
on
,
her
outlines
blurred
as
though
she
had
been
on
the
point
of
dissolving
,
and
a
misty
strip
of
water
,
perhaps
two
feet
broad
,
around
her
--
and
that
was
all
.
The
rest
of
the
world
was
nowhere
,
as
far
as
our
eyes
and
ears
were
concerned
.
Just
nowhere
.
Gone
,
disappeared
;
swept
off
without
leaving
a
whisper
or
a
shadow
behind
.
"
I
went
forward
,
and
ordered
the
chain
to
be
hauled
in
short
,
so
as
to
be
ready
to
trip
the
anchor
and
move
the
steamboat
at
once
if
necessary
.
'
Will
they
attack
?
'
whispered
an
awed
voice
.
'
We
will
be
all
butchered
in
this
fog
,
'
murmured
another
.
The
faces
twitched
with
the
strain
,
the
hands
trembled
slightly
,
the
eyes
forgot
to
wink
.
It
was
very
curious
to
see
the
contrast
of
expressions
of
the
white
men
and
of
the
black
fellows
of
our
crew
,
who
were
as
much
strangers
to
that
part
of
the
river
as
we
,
though
their
homes
were
only
eight
hundred
miles
away
.
The
whites
,
of
course
greatly
discomposed
,
had
besides
a
curious
look
of
being
painfully
shocked
by
such
an
outrageous
row
.
The
others
had
an
alert
,
naturally
interested
expression
;
but
their
faces
were
essentially
quiet
,
even
those
of
the
one
or
two
who
grinned
as
they
hauled
at
the
chain
.
Several
exchanged
short
,
grunting
phrases
,
which
seemed
to
settle
the
matter
to
their
satisfaction
.
Their
headman
,
a
young
,
broad-chested
black
,
severely
draped
in
dark-blue
fringed
cloths
,
with
fierce
nostrils
and
his
hair
all
done
up
artfully
in
oily
ringlets
,
stood
near
me
.
'
Aha
!
'
I
said
,
just
for
good
fellowship
's
sake
.
'
Catch
'
im
,
'
he
snapped
,
with
a
bloodshot
widening
of
his
eyes
and
a
flash
of
sharp
teeth
--
'
catch
'
im
.
Give
'
im
to
us
.
'
'
To
you
,
eh
?
'
I
asked
;
'
what
would
you
do
with
them
?
'
'
Eat
'
im
!
'
he
said
curtly
,
and
,
leaning
his
elbow
on
the
rail
,
looked
out
into
the
fog
in
a
dignified
and
profoundly
pensive
attitude
.
I
would
no
doubt
have
been
properly
horrified
,
had
it
not
occurred
to
me
that
he
and
his
chaps
must
be
very
hungry
:
that
they
must
have
been
growing
increasingly
hungry
for
at
least
this
month
past
.
They
had
been
engaged
for
six
months
(
I
do
n't
think
a
single
one
of
them
had
any
clear
idea
of
time
,
as
we
at
the
end
of
countless
ages
have
.
They
still
belonged
to
the
beginnings
of
time
--
had
no
inherited
experience
to
teach
them
as
it
were
)
,
and
of
course
,
as
long
as
there
was
a
piece
of
paper
written
over
in
accordance
with
some
farcical
law
or
other
made
down
the
river
,
it
did
n't
enter
anybody
's
head
to
trouble
how
they
would
live
.
Certainly
they
had
brought
with
them
some
rotten
hippo-meat
,
which
could
n't
have
lasted
very
long
,
anyway
,
even
if
the
pilgrims
had
n't
,
in
the
midst
of
a
shocking
hullabaloo
,
thrown
a
considerable
quantity
of
it
overboard
.
It
looked
like
a
high-handed
proceeding
;
but
it
was
really
a
case
of
legitimate
self-defence
.
You
ca
n't
breathe
dead
hippo
waking
,
sleeping
,
and
eating
,
and
at
the
same
time
keep
your
precarious
grip
on
existence
.
Besides
that
,
they
had
given
them
every
week
three
pieces
of
brass
wire
,
each
about
nine
inches
long
;
and
the
theory
was
they
were
to
buy
their
provisions
with
that
currency
in
riverside
villages
.
You
can
see
how
THAT
worked
.
There
were
either
no
villages
,
or
the
people
were
hostile
,
or
the
director
,
who
like
the
rest
of
us
fed
out
of
tins
,
with
an
occasional
old
he-goat
thrown
in
,
did
n't
want
to
stop
the
steamer
for
some
more
or
less
recondite
reason
.
So
,
unless
they
swallowed
the
wire
itself
,
or
made
loops
of
it
to
snare
the
fishes
with
,
I
do
n't
see
what
good
their
extravagant
salary
could
be
to
them
.
I
must
say
it
was
paid
with
a
regularity
worthy
of
a
large
and
honourable
trading
company
.
For
the
rest
,
the
only
thing
to
eat
--
though
it
did
n't
look
eatable
in
the
least
--
I
saw
in
their
possession
was
a
few
lumps
of
some
stuff
like
half-cooked
dough
,
of
a
dirty
lavender
colour
,
they
kept
wrapped
in
leaves
,
and
now
and
then
swallowed
a
piece
of
,
but
so
small
that
it
seemed
done
more
for
the
looks
of
the
thing
than
for
any
serious
purpose
of
sustenance
.
Why
in
the
name
of
all
the
gnawing
devils
of
hunger
they
did
n't
go
for
us
--
they
were
thirty
to
five
--
and
have
a
good
tuck-in
for
once
,
amazes
me
now
when
I
think
of
it
.
They
were
big
powerful
men
,
with
not
much
capacity
to
weigh
the
consequences
,
with
courage
,
with
strength
,
even
yet
,
though
their
skins
were
no
longer
glossy
and
their
muscles
no
longer
hard
.
And
I
saw
that
something
restraining
,
one
of
those
human
secrets
that
baffle
probability
,
had
come
into
play
there
.
I
looked
at
them
with
a
swift
quickening
of
interest
--
not
because
it
occurred
to
me
I
might
be
eaten
by
them
before
very
long
,
though
I
own
to
you
that
just
then
I
perceived
--
in
a
new
light
,
as
it
were
--
how
unwholesome
the
pilgrims
looked
,
and
I
hoped
,
yes
,
I
positively
hoped
,
that
my
aspect
was
not
so
--
what
shall
I
say
?
--
so
--
unappetizing
:
a
touch
of
fantastic
vanity
which
fitted
well
with
the
dream-sensation
that
pervaded
all
my
days
at
that
time
.
Perhaps
I
had
a
little
fever
,
too
.
One
ca
n't
live
with
one
's
finger
everlastingly
on
one
's
pulse
.
I
had
often
'
a
little
fever
,
'
or
a
little
touch
of
other
things
--
the
playful
paw-strokes
of
the
wilderness
,
the
preliminary
trifling
before
the
more
serious
onslaught
which
came
in
due
course
.
Yes
;
I
looked
at
them
as
you
would
on
any
human
being
,
with
a
curiosity
of
their
impulses
,
motives
,
capacities
,
weaknesses
,
when
brought
to
the
test
of
an
inexorable
physical
necessity
.
Restraint
!
What
possible
restraint
?
Was
it
superstition
,
disgust
,
patience
,
fear
--
or
some
kind
of
primitive
honour
?
No
fear
can
stand
up
to
hunger
,
no
patience
can
wear
it
out
,
disgust
simply
does
not
exist
where
hunger
is
;
and
as
to
superstition
,
beliefs
,
and
what
you
may
call
principles
,
they
are
less
than
chaff
in
a
breeze
.
Do
n't
you
know
the
devilry
of
lingering
starvation
,
its
exasperating
torment
,
its
black
thoughts
,
its
sombre
and
brooding
ferocity
?
Well
,
I
do
.
It
takes
a
man
all
his
inborn
strength
to
fight
hunger
properly
.
It
's
really
easier
to
face
bereavement
,
dishonour
,
and
the
perdition
of
one
's
soul
--
than
this
kind
of
prolonged
hunger
.
Sad
,
but
true
.
And
these
chaps
,
too
,
had
no
earthly
reason
for
any
kind
of
scruple
.
Restraint
!
I
would
just
as
soon
have
expected
restraint
from
a
hyena
prowling
amongst
the
corpses
of
a
battlefield
.
But
there
was
the
fact
facing
me
--
the
fact
dazzling
,
to
be
seen
,
like
the
foam
on
the
depths
of
the
sea
,
like
a
ripple
on
an
unfathomable
enigma
,
a
mystery
greater
--
when
I
thought
of
it
--
than
the
curious
,
inexplicable
note
of
desperate
grief
in
this
savage
clamour
that
had
swept
by
us
on
the
river-bank
,
behind
the
blind
whiteness
of
the
fog
.
"
Two
pilgrims
were
quarrelling
in
hurried
whispers
as
to
which
bank
.
'
Left
.
'
"
no
,
no
;
how
can
you
?
Right
,
right
,
of
course
.
'
'
It
is
very
serious
,
'
said
the
manager
's
voice
behind
me
;
'
I
would
be
desolated
if
anything
should
happen
to
Mr.
Kurtz
before
we
came
up
.
'
I
looked
at
him
,
and
had
not
the
slightest
doubt
he
was
sincere
.
He
was
just
the
kind
of
man
who
would
wish
to
preserve
appearances
.
That
was
his
restraint
.
But
when
he
muttered
something
about
going
on
at
once
,
I
did
not
even
take
the
trouble
to
answer
him
.
I
knew
,
and
he
knew
,
that
it
was
impossible
.
Were
we
to
let
go
our
hold
of
the
bottom
,
we
would
be
absolutely
in
the
air
--
in
space
.
We
would
n't
be
able
to
tell
where
we
were
going
to
--
whether
up
or
down
stream
,
or
across
--
till
we
fetched
against
one
bank
or
the
other
--
and
then
we
would
n't
know
at
first
which
it
was
.
Of
course
I
made
no
move
.
I
had
no
mind
for
a
smash-up
.
You
could
n't
imagine
a
more
deadly
place
for
a
shipwreck
.
Whether
we
drowned
at
once
or
not
,
we
were
sure
to
perish
speedily
in
one
way
or
another
.
'
I
authorize
you
to
take
all
the
risks
,
'
he
said
,
after
a
short
silence
.
'
I
refuse
to
take
any
,
'
I
said
shortly
;
which
was
just
the
answer
he
expected
,
though
its
tone
might
have
surprised
him
.
'
Well
,
I
must
defer
to
your
judgment
.
You
are
captain
,
'
he
said
with
marked
civility
.
I
turned
my
shoulder
to
him
in
sign
of
my
appreciation
,
and
looked
into
the
fog
.
How
long
would
it
last
?
It
was
the
most
hopeless
lookout
.
The
approach
to
this
Kurtz
grubbing
for
ivory
in
the
wretched
bush
was
beset
by
as
many
dangers
as
though
he
had
been
an
enchanted
princess
sleeping
in
a
fabulous
castle
.
'
Will
they
attack
,
do
you
think
?
'
asked
the
manager
,
in
a
confidential
tone
.
