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"
I
did
not
think
they
would
attack
,
for
several
obvious
reasons
.
The
thick
fog
was
one
.
If
they
left
the
bank
in
their
canoes
they
would
get
lost
in
it
,
as
we
would
be
if
we
attempted
to
move
.
Still
,
I
had
also
judged
the
jungle
of
both
banks
quite
impenetrable
--
and
yet
eyes
were
in
it
,
eyes
that
had
seen
us
.
The
riverside
bushes
were
certainly
very
thick
;
but
the
undergrowth
behind
was
evidently
penetrable
.
However
,
during
the
short
lift
I
had
seen
no
canoes
anywhere
in
the
reach
--
certainly
not
abreast
of
the
steamer
.
But
what
made
the
idea
of
attack
inconceivable
to
me
was
the
nature
of
the
noise
--
of
the
cries
we
had
heard
.
They
had
not
the
fierce
character
boding
immediate
hostile
intention
.
Unexpected
,
wild
,
and
violent
as
they
had
been
,
they
had
given
me
an
irresistible
impression
of
sorrow
.
The
glimpse
of
the
steamboat
had
for
some
reason
filled
those
savages
with
unrestrained
grief
.
The
danger
,
if
any
,
I
expounded
,
was
from
our
proximity
to
a
great
human
passion
let
loose
.
Even
extreme
grief
may
ultimately
vent
itself
in
violence
--
but
more
generally
takes
the
form
of
apathy
...
"
You
should
have
seen
the
pilgrims
stare
!
They
had
no
heart
to
grin
,
or
even
to
revile
me
:
but
I
believe
they
thought
me
gone
mad
--
with
fright
,
maybe
.
I
delivered
a
regular
lecture
.
My
dear
boys
,
it
was
no
good
bothering
.
Keep
a
lookout
?
Well
,
you
may
guess
I
watched
the
fog
for
the
signs
of
lifting
as
a
cat
watches
a
mouse
;
but
for
anything
else
our
eyes
were
of
no
more
use
to
us
than
if
we
had
been
buried
miles
deep
in
a
heap
of
cotton-wool
.
It
felt
like
it
,
too
--
choking
,
warm
,
stifling
.
Besides
,
all
I
said
,
though
it
sounded
extravagant
,
was
absolutely
true
to
fact
.
What
we
afterwards
alluded
to
as
an
attack
was
really
an
attempt
at
repulse
.
The
action
was
very
far
from
being
aggressive
--
it
was
not
even
defensive
,
in
the
usual
sense
:
it
was
undertaken
under
the
stress
of
desperation
,
and
in
its
essence
was
purely
protective
.
"
It
developed
itself
,
I
should
say
,
two
hours
after
the
fog
lifted
,
and
its
commencement
was
at
a
spot
,
roughly
speaking
,
about
a
mile
and
a
half
below
Kurtz
's
station
.
We
had
just
floundered
and
flopped
round
a
bend
,
when
I
saw
an
islet
,
a
mere
grassy
hummock
of
bright
green
,
in
the
middle
of
the
stream
.
It
was
the
ony
thing
of
the
kind
;
but
as
we
opened
the
reach
more
,
I
perceived
it
was
the
head
of
a
long
sand-bank
,
or
rather
of
a
chain
of
shallow
patches
stretching
down
the
middle
of
the
river
.
They
were
discoloured
,
just
awash
,
and
the
whole
lot
was
seen
just
under
the
water
,
exactly
as
a
man
's
backbone
is
seen
running
down
the
middle
of
his
back
under
the
skin
.
Now
,
as
far
as
I
did
see
,
I
could
go
to
the
right
or
to
the
left
of
this
.
I
did
n't
know
either
channel
,
of
course
.
The
banks
looked
pretty
well
alike
,
the
depth
appeared
the
same
;
but
as
I
had
been
informed
the
station
was
on
the
west
side
,
I
naturally
headed
for
the
western
passage
.
"
No
sooner
had
we
fairly
entered
it
than
I
became
aware
it
was
much
narrower
than
I
had
supposed
.
To
the
left
of
us
there
was
the
long
uninterrupted
shoal
,
and
to
the
right
a
high
,
steep
bank
heavily
overgrown
with
bushes
.
Above
the
bush
the
trees
stood
in
serried
ranks
.
The
twigs
overhung
the
current
thickly
,
and
from
distance
to
distance
a
large
limb
of
some
tree
projected
rigidly
over
the
stream
.
It
was
then
well
on
in
the
afternoon
,
the
face
of
the
forest
was
gloomy
,
and
a
broad
strip
of
shadow
had
already
fallen
on
the
water
.
In
this
shadow
we
steamed
up
--
very
slowly
,
as
you
may
imagine
.
I
sheered
her
well
inshore
--
the
water
being
deepest
near
the
bank
,
as
the
sounding-pole
informed
me
.
"
One
of
my
hungry
and
forbearing
friends
was
sounding
in
the
bows
just
below
me
.
This
steamboat
was
exactly
like
a
decked
scow
.
On
the
deck
,
there
were
two
little
teakwood
houses
,
with
doors
and
windows
.
The
boiler
was
in
the
fore-end
,
and
the
machinery
right
astern
.
yOver
the
whole
there
was
a
light
roof
,
supported
on
stanchions
.
The
funnel
projected
through
that
roof
,
and
in
front
of
the
funnel
a
small
cabin
built
of
light
planks
served
for
a
pilot-house
.
It
contained
a
couch
,
two
camp-stools
,
a
loaded
Martini
--
Henry
leaning
in
one
corner
,
a
tiny
table
,
and
the
steering-wheel
.
It
had
a
wide
door
in
front
and
a
broad
shutter
at
each
side
.
All
these
were
always
thrown
open
,
of
course
.
I
spent
my
days
perched
up
there
on
the
extreme
fore-end
of
that
roof
,
before
the
door
.
At
night
I
slept
,
or
tried
to
,
on
the
couch
.
An
athletic
black
belonging
to
some
coast
tribe
and
educated
by
my
poor
predecessor
,
was
the
helmsman
.
He
sported
a
pair
of
brass
earrings
,
wore
a
blue
cloth
wrapper
from
the
waist
to
the
ankles
,
and
thought
all
the
world
of
himself
.
He
was
the
most
unstable
kind
of
fool
I
had
ever
seen
.
He
steered
with
no
end
of
a
swagger
while
you
were
by
;
but
if
he
lost
sight
of
you
,
he
became
instantly
the
prey
of
an
abject
funk
,
and
would
let
that
cripple
of
a
steamboat
get
the
upper
hand
of
him
in
a
minute
.
"
I
was
looking
down
at
the
sounding-pole
,
and
feeling
much
annoyed
to
see
at
each
try
a
little
more
of
it
stick
out
of
that
river
,
when
I
saw
my
poleman
give
up
on
the
business
suddenly
,
and
stretch
himself
flat
on
the
deck
,
without
even
taking
the
trouble
to
haul
his
pole
in
.
He
kept
hold
on
it
though
,
and
it
trailed
in
the
water
.
At
the
same
time
the
fireman
,
whom
I
could
also
see
below
me
,
sat
down
abruptly
before
his
furnace
and
ducked
his
head
.
I
was
amazed
.
Then
I
had
to
look
at
the
river
mighty
quick
,
because
there
was
a
snag
in
the
fairway
.
Sticks
,
little
sticks
,
were
flying
about
--
thick
:
they
were
whizzing
before
my
nose
,
dropping
below
me
,
striking
behind
me
against
my
pilot-house
.
All
this
time
the
river
,
the
shore
,
the
woods
,
were
very
quiet
--
perfectly
quiet
.
I
could
only
hear
the
heavy
splashing
thump
of
the
stern-wheel
and
the
patter
of
these
things
.
We
cleared
the
snag
clumsily
.
Arrows
,
by
Jove
!
We
were
being
shot
at
!
I
stepped
in
quickly
to
close
the
shutter
on
the
landside
.
That
fool-helmsman
,
his
hands
on
the
spokes
,
was
lifting
his
knees
high
,
stamping
his
feet
,
champing
his
mouth
,
like
a
reined-in
horse
.
Confound
him
!
And
we
were
staggering
within
ten
feet
of
the
bank
.
I
had
to
lean
right
out
to
swing
the
heavy
shutter
,
and
I
saw
a
face
amongst
the
leaves
on
the
level
with
my
own
,
looking
at
me
very
fierce
and
steady
;
and
then
suddenly
,
as
though
a
veil
had
been
removed
from
my
eyes
,
I
made
out
,
deep
in
the
tangled
gloom
,
naked
breasts
,
arms
,
legs
,
glaring
eyes
--
the
bush
was
swarming
with
human
limbs
in
movement
,
glistening
.
of
bronze
colour
.
The
twigs
shook
,
swayed
,
and
rustled
,
the
arrows
flew
out
of
them
,
and
then
the
shutter
came
to
.
'
Steer
her
straight
,
'
I
said
to
the
helmsman
.
He
held
his
head
rigid
,
face
forward
;
but
his
eyes
rolled
,
he
kept
on
lifting
and
setting
down
his
feet
gently
,
his
mouth
foamed
a
little
.
'
Keep
quiet
!
'
I
said
in
a
fury
.
I
might
just
as
well
have
ordered
a
tree
not
to
sway
in
the
wind
.
I
darted
out
.
