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Below
me
there
was
a
great
scuffle
of
feet
on
the
iron
deck
;
confused
exclamations
;
a
voice
screamed
,
'
Can
you
turn
back
?
'
I
caught
sight
of
a
V-shaped
ripple
on
the
water
ahead
.
What
?
Another
snag
!
A
fusillade
burst
out
under
my
feet
.
The
pilgrims
had
opened
with
their
Winchesters
,
and
were
simply
squirting
lead
into
that
bush
.
A
deuce
of
a
lot
of
smoke
came
up
and
drove
slowly
forward
.
I
swore
at
it
.
Now
I
could
n't
see
the
ripple
or
the
snag
either
.
I
stood
in
the
doorway
,
peering
,
and
the
arrows
came
in
swarms
.
They
might
have
been
poisoned
,
but
they
looked
as
though
they
would
n't
kill
a
cat
.
The
bush
began
to
howl
.
Our
wood-cutters
raised
a
warlike
whoop
;
the
report
of
a
rifle
just
at
my
back
deafened
me
.
I
glanced
over
my
shoulder
,
and
the
pilot-house
was
yet
full
of
noise
and
smoke
when
I
made
a
dash
at
the
wheel
.
The
fool-nigger
had
dropped
everything
,
to
throw
the
shutter
open
and
let
off
that
Martini
--
Henry
.
He
stood
before
the
wide
opening
,
glaring
,
and
I
yelled
at
him
to
come
back
,
while
I
straightened
the
sudden
twist
out
of
that
steamboat
.
There
was
no
room
to
turn
even
if
I
had
wanted
to
,
the
snag
was
somewhere
very
near
ahead
in
that
confounded
smoke
,
there
was
no
time
to
lose
,
so
I
just
crowded
her
into
the
bank
--
right
into
the
bank
,
where
I
knew
the
water
was
deep
.
"
We
tore
slowly
along
the
overhanging
bushes
in
a
whirl
of
broken
twigs
and
flying
leaves
.
The
fusillade
below
stopped
short
,
as
I
had
foreseen
it
would
when
the
squirts
got
empty
.
I
threw
my
head
back
to
a
glinting
whizz
that
traversed
the
pilot-house
,
in
at
one
shutter-hole
and
out
at
the
other
.
Looking
past
that
mad
helmsman
,
who
was
shaking
the
empty
rifle
and
yelling
at
the
shore
,
I
saw
vague
forms
of
men
running
bent
double
,
leaping
,
gliding
,
distinct
,
incomplete
,
evanescent
.
Something
big
appeared
in
the
air
before
the
shutter
,
the
rifle
went
overboard
,
and
the
man
stepped
back
swiftly
,
looked
at
me
over
his
shoulder
in
an
extraordinary
,
profound
,
familiar
manner
,
and
fell
upon
my
feet
.
The
side
of
his
head
hit
the
wheel
twice
,
and
the
end
of
what
appeared
a
long
cane
clattered
round
and
knocked
over
a
little
camp-stool
.
It
looked
as
though
after
wrenching
that
thing
from
somebody
ashore
he
had
lost
his
balance
in
the
effort
.
The
thin
smoke
had
blown
away
,
we
were
clear
of
the
snag
,
and
looking
ahead
I
could
see
that
in
another
hundred
yards
or
so
I
would
be
free
to
sheer
off
,
away
from
the
bank
;
but
my
feet
felt
so
very
warm
and
wet
that
I
had
to
look
down
.
The
man
had
rolled
on
his
back
and
stared
straight
up
at
me
;
both
his
hands
clutched
that
cane
.
It
was
the
shaft
of
a
spear
that
,
either
thrown
or
lunged
through
the
opening
,
had
caught
him
in
the
side
,
just
below
the
ribs
;
the
blade
had
gone
in
out
of
sight
,
after
making
a
frightful
gash
;
my
shoes
were
full
;
a
pool
of
blood
lay
very
still
,
gleaming
dark-red
under
the
wheel
;
his
eyes
shone
with
an
amazing
lustre
.
The
fusillade
burst
out
again
.
He
looked
at
me
anxiously
,
gripping
the
spear
like
something
precious
,
with
an
air
of
being
afraid
I
would
try
to
take
it
away
from
him
.
I
had
to
make
an
effort
to
free
my
eyes
from
his
gaze
and
attend
to
the
steering
.
With
one
hand
I
felt
above
my
head
for
the
line
of
the
steam
whistle
,
and
jerked
out
screech
after
screech
hurriedly
.
The
tumult
of
angry
and
warlike
yells
was
checked
instantly
,
and
then
from
the
depths
of
the
woods
went
out
such
a
tremulous
and
prolonged
wail
of
mournful
fear
and
utter
despair
as
may
be
imagined
to
follow
the
flight
of
the
last
hope
from
the
earth
.
There
was
a
great
commotion
in
the
bush
;
the
shower
of
arrows
stopped
,
a
few
dropping
shots
rang
out
sharply
--
then
silence
,
in
which
the
languid
beat
of
the
stern-wheel
came
plainly
to
my
ears
.
I
put
the
helm
hard
a-starboard
at
the
moment
when
the
pilgrim
in
pink
pyjamas
,
very
hot
and
agitated
,
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
'
The
manager
sends
me
--
'
he
began
in
an
official
tone
,
and
stopped
short
.
'
Good
God
!
'
he
said
,
glaring
at
the
wounded
man
.
"
We
two
whites
stood
over
him
,
and
his
lustrous
and
inquiring
glance
enveloped
us
both
.
I
declare
it
looked
as
though
he
would
presently
put
to
us
some
questions
in
an
understandable
language
;
but
he
died
without
uttering
a
sound
,
without
moving
a
limb
,
without
twitching
a
muscle
.
Only
in
the
very
last
moment
,
as
though
in
response
to
some
sign
we
could
not
see
,
to
some
whisper
we
could
not
hear
,
he
frowned
heavily
,
and
that
frown
gave
to
his
black
death-mask
an
inconeivably
sombre
,
brooding
,
and
menacing
expression
.
The
lustre
of
inquiring
glance
faded
swiftly
into
vacant
glassiness
.
'
Can
you
steer
?
'
I
asked
the
agent
eagerly
.
He
looked
very
dubious
;
but
I
made
a
grab
at
his
arm
,
and
he
understood
at
once
I
meant
him
to
steer
whether
or
no
.
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
was
morbidly
anxious
to
change
my
shoes
and
socks
.
'
He
is
dead
,
'
murmured
the
fellow
,
immensely
impressed
.
'
No
doubt
about
it
,
'
said
I
,
tugging
like
mad
at
the
shoe-laces
.
'
And
by
the
way
,
I
suppose
Mr.
Kurtz
is
dead
as
well
by
this
time
.
'
"
For
the
moment
that
was
the
dominant
thought
.
There
was
a
sense
of
extreme
disappointment
,
as
though
I
had
found
out
I
had
been
striving
after
something
altogether
without
a
substance
.
I
could
n't
have
been
more
disgusted
if
I
had
travelled
all
this
way
for
the
sole
purpose
of
talking
with
Mr.
Kurtz
.
Talking
with
...
I
flung
one
shoe
overboard
,
and
became
aware
that
that
was
exactly
what
I
had
been
looking
forward
to
--
a
talk
with
Kurtz
.
I
made
the
strange
discovery
that
I
had
never
imagined
him
as
doing
,
you
know
,
but
as
discoursing
.
I
did
n't
say
to
myself
,
'
Now
I
will
never
see
him
,
'
or
'
Now
I
will
never
shake
him
by
the
hand
,
'
but
,
'
Now
I
will
never
hear
him
.
'
The
man
presented
himself
as
a
voice
.
Not
of
course
that
I
did
not
connect
him
with
some
sort
of
action
.
Had
n't
I
been
told
in
all
the
tones
of
jealousy
and
admiration
that
he
had
collected
,
bartered
,
swindled
,
or
stolen
more
ivory
than
all
the
other
agents
together
?
That
was
not
the
point
.
The
point
was
in
his
being
a
gifted
creature
,
and
that
of
all
his
gifts
the
one
that
stood
out
preeminently
,
that
carried
with
it
a
sense
of
real
presence
,
was
his
ability
to
talk
,
his
words
--
the
gift
of
expression
,
the
bewildering
,
the
illuminating
,
the
most
exalted
and
the
most
contemptible
,
the
pulsating
stream
of
light
,
or
the
deceitful
flow
from
the
heart
of
an
impenetrable
darkness
.
"
The
other
shoe
went
flying
unto
the
devil-god
of
that
river
.
I
thought
,
'
By
Jove
!
it
's
all
over
.
We
are
too
late
;
he
has
vanished
--
the
gift
has
vanished
,
by
means
of
some
spear
,
arrow
,
or
club
.
I
will
never
hear
that
chap
speak
after
all
'
--
and
my
sorrow
had
a
startling
extravagance
of
emotion
,
even
such
as
I
had
noticed
in
the
howling
sorrow
of
these
savages
in
the
bush
.
I
could
n't
have
felt
more
of
lonely
desolation
somehow
,
had
I
been
robbed
of
a
belief
or
had
missed
my
destiny
in
life
...
Why
do
you
sigh
in
this
beastly
way
,
somebody
?
Absurd
?
Well
,
absurd
.
Good
Lord
!
must
n't
a
man
ever
--
Here
,
give
me
some
tobacco
.
"
...
There
was
a
pause
of
profound
stillness
,
then
a
match
flared
,
and
Marlow
's
lean
face
appeared
,
worn
,
hollow
,
with
downward
folds
and
dropped
eyelids
,
with
an
aspect
of
concentrated
attention
;
and
as
he
took
vigorous
draws
at
his
pipe
,
it
seemed
to
retreat
and
advance
out
of
the
night
in
the
regular
flicker
of
tiny
flame
.
The
match
went
out
.
