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Therefore
he
whacked
the
old
nigger
mercilessly
,
while
a
big
crowd
of
his
people
watched
him
,
thunderstruck
,
till
some
man
--
I
was
told
the
chief
's
son
--
in
desperation
at
hearing
the
old
chap
yell
,
made
a
tentative
jab
with
a
spear
at
the
white
man
--
and
of
course
it
went
quite
easy
between
the
shoulder-blades
.
Then
the
whole
population
cleared
into
the
forest
,
expecting
all
kinds
of
calamities
to
happen
,
while
,
on
the
other
hand
,
the
steamer
Fresleven
commanded
left
also
in
a
bad
panic
,
in
charge
of
the
engineer
,
I
believe
.
Afterwards
nobody
seemed
to
trouble
much
about
Fresleven
's
remains
,
till
I
got
out
and
stepped
into
his
shoes
.
I
could
n't
let
it
rest
,
though
;
but
when
an
opportunity
offered
at
last
to
meet
my
predecessor
,
the
grass
growing
through
his
ribs
was
tall
enough
to
hide
his
bones
.
They
were
all
there
.
The
supernatural
being
had
not
been
touched
after
he
fell
.
And
the
village
was
deserted
,
the
huts
gaped
black
,
rotting
,
all
askew
within
the
fallen
enclosures
.
A
calamity
had
come
to
it
,
sure
enough
.
The
people
had
vanished
.
Mad
terror
had
scattered
them
,
men
,
women
,
and
children
,
through
the
bush
,
and
they
had
never
returned
.
What
became
of
the
hens
I
do
n't
know
either
.
I
should
think
the
cause
of
progress
got
them
,
anyhow
.
However
,
through
this
glorious
affair
I
got
my
appointment
,
before
I
had
fairly
begun
to
hope
for
it
.
"
I
flew
around
like
mad
to
get
ready
,
and
before
forty-eight
hours
I
was
crossing
the
Channel
to
show
myself
to
my
employers
,
and
sign
the
contract
.
In
a
very
few
hours
I
arrived
in
a
city
that
always
makes
me
think
of
a
whited
sepulchre
.
Prejudice
no
doubt
.
I
had
no
difficulty
in
finding
the
Company
's
offices
.
It
was
the
biggest
thing
in
the
town
,
and
everybody
I
met
was
full
of
it
.
They
were
going
to
run
an
over-sea
empire
,
and
make
no
end
of
coin
by
trade
.
"
A
narrow
and
deserted
street
in
deep
shadow
,
high
houses
,
innumerable
windows
with
venetian
blinds
,
a
dead
silence
,
grass
sprouting
right
and
left
,
immense
double
doors
standing
ponderously
ajar
.
I
slipped
through
one
of
these
cracks
,
went
up
a
swept
and
ungarnished
staircase
,
as
arid
as
a
desert
,
and
opened
the
first
door
I
came
to
.
Two
women
,
one
fat
and
the
other
slim
,
sat
on
straw-bottomed
chairs
,
knitting
black
wool
.
The
slim
one
got
up
and
walked
straight
at
me
--
still
knitting
with
downcast
eyes
--
and
only
just
as
I
began
to
think
of
getting
out
of
her
way
,
as
you
would
for
a
somnambulist
,
stood
still
,
and
looked
up
.
Her
dress
was
as
plain
as
an
umbrella-cover
,
and
she
turned
round
without
a
word
and
preceded
me
into
a
waiting-room
.
I
gave
my
name
,
and
looked
about
.
Deal
table
in
the
middle
,
plain
chairs
all
round
the
walls
,
on
one
end
a
large
shining
map
,
marked
with
all
the
colours
of
a
rainbow
.
There
was
a
vast
amount
of
red
--
good
to
see
at
any
time
,
because
one
knows
that
some
real
work
is
done
in
there
,
a
deuce
of
a
lot
of
blue
,
a
little
green
,
smears
of
orange
,
and
,
on
the
East
Coast
,
a
purple
patch
,
to
show
where
the
jolly
pioneers
of
progress
drink
the
jolly
lager-beer
.
However
,
I
was
n't
going
into
any
of
these
.
I
was
going
into
the
yellow
.
Dead
in
the
centre
.
And
the
river
was
there
--
fascinating
--
deadly
--
like
a
snake
.
Ough
!
A
door
opened
,
ya
white-haired
secretarial
head
,
but
wearing
a
compassionate
expression
,
appeared
,
and
a
skinny
forefinger
beckoned
me
into
the
sanctuary
.
Its
light
was
dim
,
and
a
heavy
writing-desk
squatted
in
the
middle
.
From
behind
that
structure
came
out
an
impression
of
pale
plumpness
in
a
frock-coat
.
The
great
man
himself
.
He
was
five
feet
six
,
I
should
judge
,
and
had
his
grip
on
the
handle-end
of
ever
so
many
millions
.
He
shook
hands
,
I
fancy
,
murmured
vaguely
,
was
satisfied
with
my
French
.
BON
VOYAGE
.
"
In
about
forty-five
seconds
I
found
myself
again
in
the
waiting-room
with
the
compassionate
secretary
,
who
,
full
of
desolation
and
sympathy
,
made
me
sign
some
document
.
I
believe
I
undertook
amongst
other
things
not
to
disclose
any
trade
secrets
.
Well
,
I
am
not
going
to
.
"
I
began
to
feel
slightly
uneasy
.
You
know
I
am
not
used
to
such
ceremonies
,
and
there
was
something
ominous
in
the
atmosphere
.
It
was
just
as
though
I
had
been
let
into
some
conspiracy
--
I
do
n't
know
--
something
not
quite
right
;
and
I
was
glad
to
get
out
.
In
the
outer
room
the
two
women
knitted
black
wool
feverishly
.
People
were
arriving
,
and
the
younger
one
was
walking
back
and
forth
introducing
them
.
The
old
one
sat
on
her
chair
.
Her
flat
cloth
slippers
were
propped
up
on
a
foot-warmer
,
and
a
cat
reposed
on
her
lap
.
She
wore
a
starched
white
affair
on
her
head
,
had
a
wart
on
one
cheek
,
and
silver-rimmed
spectacles
hung
on
the
tip
of
her
nose
.
She
glanced
at
me
above
the
glasses
.
The
swift
and
indifferent
placidity
of
that
look
troubled
me
.
Two
youths
with
foolish
and
cheery
countenances
were
being
piloted
over
,
and
she
threw
at
them
the
same
quick
glance
of
unconcerned
wisdom
.
She
seemed
to
know
all
about
them
and
about
me
,
too
.
An
eerie
feeling
came
over
me
.
She
seemed
uncanny
and
fateful
.
Often
far
away
there
I
thought
of
these
two
,
guarding
the
door
of
Darkness
,
knitting
black
wool
as
for
a
warm
pall
,
one
introducing
,
introducing
continuously
to
the
unknown
,
the
other
scrutinizing
the
cheery
and
foolish
faces
with
unconcerned
old
eyes
.
AVE
!
Old
knitter
of
black
wool
.
MORITURI
TE
SALUTANT
.
Not
many
of
those
she
looked
at
ever
saw
her
again
--
not
half
,
by
a
long
way
.
"
There
was
yet
a
visit
to
the
doctor
.
'
A
simple
formality
,
'
assured
me
the
secretary
,
with
an
air
of
taking
an
immense
part
in
all
my
sorrows
.
Accordingly
a
young
chap
wearing
his
hat
over
the
left
eyebrow
,
some
clerk
I
suppose
--
there
must
have
been
clerks
in
the
business
,
though
the
house
was
as
still
as
a
house
in
a
city
of
the
dead
--
came
from
somewhere
up-stairs
,
and
led
me
forth
.
He
was
shabby
and
careless
,
with
inkstains
on
the
sleeves
of
his
jacket
,
and
his
cravat
was
large
and
billowy
,
under
a
chin
shaped
like
the
toe
of
an
old
boot
.
It
was
a
little
too
early
for
the
doctor
,
so
I
proposed
a
drink
,
and
thereupon
he
developed
a
vein
of
joviality
.
As
we
sat
over
our
vermouths
he
glorified
the
Company
's
business
,
and
by
and
by
I
expressed
casually
my
surprise
at
him
not
going
out
there
.
He
became
very
cool
and
collected
all
at
once
.
'
I
am
not
such
a
fool
as
I
look
,
quoth
Plato
to
his
disciples
,
'
he
said
sententiously
,
emptied
his
glass
with
great
resolution
,
and
we
rose
.
