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My
purpose
was
to
stroll
into
the
shade
for
a
moment
;
but
no
sooner
within
than
it
seemed
to
me
I
had
stepped
into
the
gloomy
circle
of
some
Inferno
.
The
rapids
were
near
,
and
an
uninterrupted
,
uniform
,
headlong
,
rushing
noise
filled
the
mournful
stillness
of
the
grove
,
where
not
a
breath
stirred
,
not
a
leaf
moved
,
with
a
mysterious
sound
--
as
though
the
tearing
pace
of
the
launched
earth
had
suddenly
become
audible
.
"
Black
shapes
crouched
,
lay
,
sat
between
the
trees
leaning
against
the
trunks
,
clinging
to
the
earth
,
half
coming
out
,
half
effaced
within
the
dim
light
,
in
all
the
attitudes
of
pain
,
abandonment
,
and
despair
.
Another
mine
on
the
cliff
went
off
,
followed
by
a
slight
shudder
of
the
soil
under
my
feet
.
The
work
was
going
on
.
The
work
!
And
this
was
the
place
where
some
of
the
helpers
had
withdrawn
to
die
.
"
They
were
dying
slowly
--
it
was
very
clear
.
They
were
not
enemies
,
they
were
not
criminals
,
they
were
nothing
earthly
now
--
nothing
but
black
shadows
of
disease
and
starvation
,
lying
confusedly
in
the
greenish
gloom
.
Brought
from
all
the
recesses
of
the
coast
in
all
the
legality
of
time
contracts
,
lost
in
uncongenial
surroundings
,
fed
on
unfamiliar
food
,
they
sickened
,
became
inefficient
,
and
were
then
allowed
to
crawl
away
and
rest
.
These
moribund
shapes
were
free
as
air
--
and
nearly
as
thin
.
I
began
to
distinguish
the
gleam
of
the
eyes
under
the
trees
.
Then
,
glancing
down
,
I
saw
a
face
near
my
hand
.
The
black
bones
reclined
at
full
length
with
one
shoulder
against
the
tree
,
and
slowly
the
eyelids
rose
and
the
sunken
eyes
looked
up
at
me
,
enormous
and
vacant
,
a
kind
of
blind
,
white
flicker
in
the
depths
of
the
orbs
,
which
died
out
slowly
.
The
man
seemed
young
--
almost
a
boy
--
but
you
know
with
them
it
's
hard
to
tell
.
I
found
nothing
else
to
do
but
to
offer
him
one
of
my
good
Swede
's
ship
's
biscuits
I
had
in
my
pocket
.
The
fingers
closed
slowly
on
it
and
held
--
there
was
no
other
movement
and
no
other
glance
.
He
had
tied
a
bit
of
white
worsted
round
his
neck
--
Why
?
Where
did
he
get
it
?
Was
it
a
badge
--
an
ornament
--
a
charm
--
a
propitiatory
act
?
Was
there
any
idea
at
all
connected
with
it
?
It
looked
startling
round
his
black
neck
,
this
bit
of
white
thread
from
beyond
the
seas
.
"
Near
the
same
tree
two
more
bundles
of
acute
angles
sat
with
their
legs
drawn
up
.
One
,
with
his
chin
propped
on
his
knees
,
stared
at
nothing
,
in
an
intolerable
and
appalling
manner
:
his
brother
phantom
rested
its
forehead
,
as
if
overcome
with
a
great
weariness
;
and
all
about
others
were
scattered
in
every
pose
of
contorted
collapse
,
as
in
some
picture
of
a
massacre
or
a
pestilence
.
While
I
stood
horror-struck
,
one
of
these
creatures
rose
to
his
hands
and
knees
,
and
went
off
on
all-fours
towards
the
river
to
drink
.
He
lapped
out
of
his
hand
,
then
sat
up
in
the
sunlight
,
crossing
his
shins
in
front
of
him
,
and
after
a
time
let
his
woolly
head
fall
on
his
breastbone
.
"
I
did
n't
want
any
more
loitering
in
the
shade
,
and
I
made
haste
towards
the
station
.
When
near
the
buildings
I
met
a
white
man
,
in
such
an
unexpected
elegance
of
get-up
that
in
the
first
moment
I
took
him
for
a
sort
of
vision
.
I
saw
a
high
starched
collar
,
white
cuffs
,
a
light
alpaca
jacket
,
snowy
trousers
,
a
clean
necktie
,
and
varnished
boots
.
No
hat
.
Hair
parted
,
brushed
,
oiled
,
under
a
green-lined
parasol
held
in
a
big
white
hand
.
He
was
amazing
,
and
had
a
penholder
behind
his
ear
.
"
I
shook
hands
with
this
miracle
,
and
I
learned
he
was
the
Company
's
chief
accountant
,
and
that
all
the
book-keeping
was
done
at
this
station
.
He
had
come
out
for
a
moment
,
he
said
,
'
to
get
a
breath
of
fresh
air
.
The
expression
sounded
wonderfully
odd
,
with
its
suggestion
of
sedentary
desk-life
.
I
would
n't
have
mentioned
the
fellow
to
you
at
all
,
only
it
was
from
his
lips
that
I
first
heard
the
name
of
the
man
who
is
so
indissolubly
connected
with
the
memories
of
that
time
.
Moreover
,
I
respected
the
fellow
.
Yes
;
I
respected
his
collars
,
his
vast
cuffs
,
his
brushed
hair
.
His
appearance
was
certainly
that
of
a
hairdresser
's
dummy
;
but
in
the
great
demoralization
of
the
land
he
kept
up
his
appearance
.
That
's
backbone
.
His
starched
collars
and
got-up
shirt-fronts
were
achievements
of
character
.
He
had
been
out
nearly
three
years
;
and
,
later
,
I
could
not
help
asking
him
how
he
managed
to
sport
such
linen
.
He
had
just
the
faintest
blush
,
and
said
modestly
,
'
I
've
been
teaching
one
of
the
native
women
about
the
station
.
It
was
difficult
.
She
had
a
distaste
for
the
work
.
'
Thus
this
man
had
verily
accomplished
something
.
And
he
was
devoted
to
his
books
,
which
were
in
apple-pie
order
.
"
Everything
else
in
the
station
was
in
a
muddle
--
heads
,
things
,
buildings
.
Strings
of
dusty
niggers
with
splay
feet
arrived
and
departed
;
a
stream
of
manufactured
goods
,
rubbishy
cottons
,
beads
,
and
brass-wire
set
into
the
depths
of
darkness
,
and
in
return
came
a
precious
trickle
of
ivory
.
