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Could
you
give
me
a
few
Martini
--
Henry
cartridges
?
'
I
could
,
and
did
,
with
proper
secrecy
.
He
helped
himself
,
with
a
wink
at
me
,
to
a
handful
of
my
tobacco
.
'
Between
sailors
--
you
know
--
good
English
tobacco
.
'
At
the
door
of
the
pilot-house
he
turned
round
--
'
I
say
,
have
n't
you
a
pair
of
shoes
you
could
spare
?
'
He
raised
one
leg
.
'
Look
.
'
The
soles
were
tied
with
knotted
strings
sandalwise
under
his
bare
feet
.
I
rooted
out
an
old
pair
,
at
which
he
looked
with
admiration
before
tucking
it
under
his
left
arm
.
One
of
his
pockets
(
bright
red
)
was
bulging
with
cartridges
,
from
the
other
(
dark
blue
)
peeped
'
Towson
's
Inquiry
,
'
etc.
,
etc.
.
He
seemed
to
think
himself
excellently
well
equipped
for
a
renewed
encounter
with
the
wilderness
.
'
Ah
!
I
'll
never
,
never
meet
such
a
man
again
.
You
ought
to
have
heard
him
recite
poetry
--
his
own
,
too
,
it
was
,
he
told
me
.
Poetry
!
'
He
rolled
his
eyes
at
the
recollection
of
these
delights
.
'
Oh
,
he
enlarged
my
mind
!
'
'
Good-bye
,
'
said
I
.
He
shook
hands
and
vanished
in
the
night
.
Sometimes
I
ask
myself
whether
I
had
ever
really
seen
him
--
whether
it
was
possible
to
meet
such
a
phenomenon
!
...
"
When
I
woke
up
shortly
after
midnight
his
warning
came
to
my
mind
with
its
hint
of
danger
that
seemed
,
in
the
starred
darkness
,
real
enough
to
make
me
get
up
for
the
purpose
of
having
a
look
round
.
On
the
hill
a
big
fire
burned
,
illuminating
fitfully
a
crooked
corner
of
the
station-house
.
One
of
the
agents
with
a
picket
of
a
few
of
our
blacks
,
armed
for
the
purpose
,
was
keeping
guard
over
the
ivory
;
but
deep
within
the
forest
,
red
gleams
that
wavered
,
that
seemed
to
sink
and
rise
from
the
ground
amongst
confused
columnar
shapes
of
intense
blackness
,
showed
the
exact
position
of
the
camp
where
Mr.
Kurtz
's
adorers
were
keeping
their
uneasy
vigil
.
The
monotonous
beating
of
a
big
drum
filled
the
air
with
muffled
shocks
and
a
lingering
vibration
.
A
steady
droning
sound
of
many
men
chanting
each
to
himself
some
weird
incantation
came
out
from
the
black
,
flat
wall
of
the
woods
as
the
humming
of
bees
comes
out
of
a
hive
,
and
had
a
strange
narcotic
effect
upon
my
half-awake
senses
.
I
believe
I
dozed
off
leaning
over
the
rail
,
till
an
abrupt
burst
of
yells
,
an
overwhelming
outbreak
of
a
pent-up
and
mysterious
frenzy
,
woke
me
up
in
a
bewildered
wonder
.
It
was
cut
short
all
at
once
,
and
the
low
droning
went
on
with
an
effect
of
audible
and
soothing
silence
.
I
glanced
casually
into
the
little
cabin
.
A
light
was
burning
within
,
but
Mr.
Kurtz
was
not
there
.
"
I
think
I
would
have
raised
an
outcry
if
I
had
believed
my
eyes
.
But
I
did
n't
believe
them
at
first
--
the
thing
seemed
so
impossible
.
The
fact
is
I
was
completely
unnerved
by
a
sheer
blank
fright
,
pure
abstract
terror
,
unconnected
with
any
distinct
shape
of
physical
danger
.
What
made
this
emotion
so
overpowering
was
--
how
shall
I
define
it
?
--
the
moral
shock
I
received
,
as
if
something
altogether
monstrous
,
intolerable
to
thought
and
odious
to
the
soul
,
had
been
thrust
upon
me
unexpectedly
.
This
lasted
of
course
the
merest
fraction
of
a
second
,
and
then
the
usual
sense
of
commonplace
,
deadly
danger
,
the
possibility
of
a
sudden
onslaught
and
massacre
,
or
something
of
the
kind
,
which
I
saw
impending
,
was
positively
welcome
and
composing
.
It
pacified
me
,
in
fact
,
so
much
that
I
did
not
raise
an
alarm
.
"
There
was
an
agent
buttoned
up
inside
an
ulster
and
sleeping
on
a
chair
on
deck
within
three
feet
of
me
.
The
yells
had
not
awakened
him
;
he
snored
very
slightly
;
I
left
him
to
his
slumbers
and
leaped
ashore
.
I
did
not
betray
Mr.
Kurtz
--
it
was
ordered
I
should
never
betray
him
--
it
was
written
I
should
be
loyal
to
the
nightmare
of
my
choice
.
I
was
anxious
to
deal
with
this
shadow
by
myself
alone
--
and
to
this
day
I
do
n't
know
why
I
was
so
jealous
of
sharing
with
any
one
the
peculiar
blackness
of
that
experience
.
"
As
soon
as
I
got
on
the
bank
I
saw
a
trail
--
a
broad
trail
through
the
grass
.
I
remember
the
exultation
with
which
I
said
to
myself
,
'
He
ca
n't
walk
--
he
is
crawling
on
all-fours
--
I
've
got
him
.
'
The
grass
was
wet
with
dew
.
I
strode
rapidly
with
clenched
fists
.
I
fancy
I
had
some
vague
notion
of
falling
upon
him
and
giving
him
a
drubbing
.
I
do
n't
know
.
I
had
some
imbecile
thoughts
.
The
knitting
old
woman
with
the
cat
obtruded
herself
upon
my
memory
as
a
most
improper
person
to
be
sitting
at
the
other
end
of
such
an
affair
.
I
saw
a
row
of
pilgrims
squirting
lead
in
the
air
out
of
Winchesters
held
to
the
hip
.
I
thought
I
would
never
get
back
to
the
steamer
,
and
imagined
myself
living
alone
and
unarmed
in
the
woods
to
an
advanced
age
.
Such
silly
things
--
you
know
.
And
I
remember
I
confounded
the
beat
of
the
drum
with
the
beating
of
my
heart
,
and
was
pleased
at
its
calm
regularity
.
"
I
kept
to
the
track
though
--
then
stopped
to
listen
.
The
night
was
very
clear
;
a
dark
blue
space
,
sparkling
with
dew
and
starlight
,
in
which
black
things
stood
very
still
.
I
thought
I
could
see
a
kind
of
motion
ahead
of
me
.
I
was
strangely
cocksure
of
everything
that
night
.
I
actually
left
the
track
and
ran
in
a
wide
semicircle
(
I
verily
believe
chuckling
to
myself
)
so
as
to
get
in
front
of
that
stir
,
of
that
motion
I
had
seen
--
if
indeed
I
had
seen
anything
.
I
was
circumventing
Kurtz
as
though
it
had
been
a
boyish
game
.
"
I
came
upon
him
,
and
,
if
he
had
not
heard
me
coming
,
I
would
have
fallen
over
him
,
too
,
but
he
got
up
in
time
.
He
rose
,
unsteady
,
long
,
pale
,
indistinct
,
like
a
vapour
exhaled
by
the
earth
,
and
swayed
slightly
,
misty
and
silent
before
me
;
while
at
my
back
the
fires
loomed
between
the
trees
,
and
the
murmur
of
many
voices
issued
from
the
forest
.
I
had
cut
him
off
cleverly
;
but
when
actually
confronting
him
I
seemed
to
come
to
my
senses
,
I
saw
the
danger
in
its
right
proportion
.
It
was
by
no
means
over
yet
.
Suppose
he
began
to
shout
?
Though
he
could
hardly
stand
,
there
was
still
plenty
of
vigour
in
his
voice
.
'
Go
away
--
hide
yourself
,
'
he
said
,
in
that
profound
tone
.
It
was
very
awful
.
I
glanced
back
.
We
were
within
thirty
yards
from
the
nearest
fire
.
