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"
I
had
to
wait
in
the
station
for
ten
days
--
an
eternity
.
I
lived
in
a
hut
in
the
yard
,
but
to
be
out
of
the
chaos
I
would
sometimes
get
into
the
accountant
's
office
.
It
was
built
of
horizontal
planks
,
and
so
badly
put
together
that
,
as
he
bent
over
his
high
desk
,
he
was
barred
from
neck
to
heels
with
narrow
strips
of
sunlight
.
There
was
no
need
to
open
the
big
shutter
to
see
.
It
was
hot
there
,
too
;
big
flies
buzzed
fiendishly
,
and
did
not
sting
,
but
stabbed
.
I
sat
generally
on
the
floor
,
while
,
of
faultless
appearance
(
and
even
slightly
scented
)
,
perching
on
a
high
stool
,
he
wrote
,
he
wrote
.
Sometimes
he
stood
up
for
exercise
.
When
a
truckle-bed
with
a
sick
man
(
some
invalid
agent
from
upcountry
)
was
put
in
there
,
he
exhibited
a
gentle
annoyance
.
'
The
groans
of
this
sick
person
,
'
he
said
,
'
distract
my
attention
.
And
without
that
it
is
extremely
difficult
to
guard
against
clerical
errors
in
this
climate
.
'
"
One
day
he
remarked
,
without
lifting
his
head
,
'
In
the
interior
you
will
no
doubt
meet
Mr.
Kurtz
.
'
On
my
asking
who
Mr.
Kurtz
was
,
he
said
he
was
a
first-class
agent
;
and
seeing
my
disappointment
at
this
information
,
he
added
slowly
,
laying
down
his
pen
,
'
He
is
a
very
remarkable
person
.
'
Further
questions
elicited
from
him
that
Mr.
Kurtz
was
at
present
in
charge
of
a
trading-post
,
a
very
important
one
,
in
the
true
ivory-country
,
at
'
the
very
bottom
of
there
.
Sends
in
as
much
ivory
as
all
the
others
put
together
...
'
He
began
to
write
again
.
The
sick
man
was
too
ill
to
groan
.
The
flies
buzzed
in
a
great
peace
.
"
Suddenly
there
was
a
growing
murmur
of
voices
and
a
great
tramping
of
feet
.
A
caravan
had
come
in
.
A
violent
babble
of
uncouth
sounds
burst
out
on
the
other
side
of
the
planks
.
All
the
carriers
were
speaking
together
,
and
in
the
midst
of
the
uproar
the
lamentable
voice
of
the
chief
agent
was
heard
'
giving
it
up
'
tearfully
for
the
twentieth
time
that
day
...
He
rose
slowly
.
'
What
a
frightful
row
,
'
he
said
.
He
crossed
the
room
gently
to
look
at
the
sick
man
,
and
returning
,
said
to
me
,
'
He
does
not
hear
.
'
'
What
!
Dead
?
'
I
asked
,
startled
.
'
No
,
not
yet
,
'
he
answered
,
with
great
composure
.
Then
,
alluding
with
a
toss
of
the
head
to
the
tumult
in
the
station-yard
,
'
When
one
has
got
to
make
correct
entries
,
one
comes
to
hate
those
savages
--
hate
them
to
the
death
.
'
He
remained
thoughtful
for
a
moment
.
'
When
you
see
Mr.
Kurtz
'
he
went
on
,
'
tell
him
from
me
that
everything
here
'
--
he
glanced
at
the
deck
--
'
is
very
satisfactory
.
I
do
n't
like
to
write
to
him
--
with
those
messengers
of
ours
you
never
know
who
may
get
hold
of
your
letter
--
at
that
Central
Station
.
'
He
stared
at
me
for
a
moment
with
his
mild
,
bulging
eyes
.
'
Oh
,
he
will
go
far
,
very
far
,
'
he
began
again
.
'
He
will
be
a
somebody
in
the
Administration
before
long
.
They
,
above
--
the
Council
in
Europe
,
you
know
--
mean
him
to
be
.
'
"
He
turned
to
his
work
.
The
noise
outside
had
ceased
,
and
presently
in
going
out
I
stopped
at
the
door
.
In
the
steady
buzz
of
flies
the
homeward-bound
agent
was
lying
finished
and
insensible
;
the
other
,
bent
over
his
books
,
was
making
correct
entries
of
perfectly
correct
transactions
;
and
fifty
feet
below
the
doorstep
I
could
see
the
still
tree-tops
of
the
grove
of
death
.
"
Next
day
I
left
that
station
at
last
,
with
a
caravan
of
sixty
men
,
for
a
two-hundred-mile
tramp
.
"
No
use
telling
you
much
about
that
.
Paths
,
paths
,
everywhere
;
a
stamped-in
network
of
paths
spreading
over
the
empty
land
,
through
the
long
grass
,
through
burnt
grass
,
through
thickets
,
down
and
up
chilly
ravines
,
up
and
down
stony
hills
ablaze
with
heat
;
and
a
solitude
,
a
solitude
,
nobody
,
not
a
hut
.
The
population
had
cleared
out
a
long
time
ago
.
Well
,
if
a
lot
of
mysterious
niggers
armed
with
all
kinds
of
fearful
weapons
suddenly
took
to
travelling
on
the
road
between
Deal
and
Gravesend
,
catching
the
yokels
right
and
left
to
carry
heavy
loads
for
them
,
I
fancy
every
farm
and
cottage
thereabouts
would
get
empty
very
soon
.
Only
here
the
dwellings
were
gone
,
too
.
Still
I
passed
through
several
abandoned
villages
.
There
's
something
pathetically
childish
in
the
ruins
of
grass
walls
.
Day
after
day
,
with
the
stamp
and
shuffle
of
sixty
pair
of
bare
feet
behind
me
,
each
pair
under
a
60-lb
.
load
.
Camp
,
cook
,
sleep
,
strike
camp
,
march
.
Now
and
then
a
carrier
dead
in
harness
,
at
rest
in
the
long
grass
near
the
path
,
with
an
empty
water-gourd
and
his
long
staff
lying
by
his
side
.
A
great
silence
around
and
above
.
Perhaps
on
some
quiet
night
the
tremor
of
far-off
drums
,
sinking
,
swelling
,
a
tremor
vast
,
faint
;
a
sound
weird
,
appealing
,
suggestive
,
and
wild
--
and
perhaps
with
as
profound
a
meaning
as
the
sound
of
bells
in
a
Christian
country
.
Once
a
white
man
in
an
unbuttoned
uniform
,
camping
on
the
path
with
an
armed
escort
of
lank
Zanzibaris
,
very
hospitable
and
festive
--
not
to
say
drunk
.
Was
looking
after
the
upkeep
of
the
road
,
he
declared
.
Ca
n't
say
I
saw
any
road
or
any
upkeep
,
unless
the
body
of
a
middle-aged
negro
,
with
a
bullet-hole
in
the
forehead
,
upon
which
I
absolutely
stumbled
three
miles
farther
on
,
may
be
considered
as
a
permanent
improvement
.
I
had
a
white
companion
,
too
,
not
a
bad
chap
,
but
rather
too
fleshy
and
with
the
exasperating
habit
of
fainting
on
the
hot
hillsides
,
miles
away
from
the
least
bit
of
shade
and
water
.
Annoying
,
you
know
,
to
hold
your
own
coat
like
a
parasol
over
a
man
's
head
while
he
is
coming
to
.
I
could
n't
help
asking
him
once
what
he
meant
by
coming
there
at
all
.
'
To
make
money
,
of
course
.
What
do
you
think
?
'
he
said
,
scornfully
.
Then
he
got
fever
,
and
had
to
be
carried
in
a
hammock
slung
under
a
pole
.
As
he
weighed
sixteen
stone
I
had
no
end
of
rows
with
the
carriers
.
They
jibbed
,
ran
away
,
sneaked
off
with
their
loads
in
the
night
--
quite
a
mutiny
.
So
,
one
evening
,
I
made
a
speech
in
English
with
gestures
,
not
one
of
which
was
lost
to
the
sixty
pairs
of
eyes
before
me
,
and
the
next
morning
I
started
the
hammock
off
in
front
all
right
.
An
hour
afterwards
I
came
upon
the
whole
concern
wrecked
in
a
bush
--
man
,
hammock
,
groans
,
blankets
,
horrors
.
The
heavy
pole
had
skinned
his
poor
nose
.
He
was
very
anxious
for
me
to
kill
somebody
,
but
there
was
n't
the
shadow
of
a
carrier
near
.
I
remembered
the
old
doctor
--
'
It
would
be
interesting
for
science
to
watch
the
mental
changes
of
individuals
,
on
the
spot
.
'
I
felt
I
was
becoming
scientifically
interesting
.
However
,
all
that
is
to
no
purpose
.
On
the
fifteenth
day
I
came
in
sight
of
the
big
river
again
,
and
hobbled
into
the
Central
Station
.
It
was
on
a
back
water
surrounded
by
scrub
and
forest
,
with
a
pretty
border
of
smelly
mud
on
one
side
,
and
on
the
three
others
enclosed
by
a
crazy
fence
of
rushes
.
A
neglected
gap
was
all
the
gate
it
had
,
and
the
first
glance
at
the
place
was
enough
to
let
you
see
the
flabby
devil
was
running
that
show
.
White
men
with
long
staves
in
their
hands
appeared
languidly
from
amongst
the
buildings
,
strolling
up
to
take
a
look
at
me
,
and
then
retired
out
of
sight
somewhere
.
One
of
them
,
a
stout
,
excitable
chap
with
black
moustaches
,
informed
me
with
great
volubility
and
many
digressions
,
as
soon
as
I
told
him
who
I
was
,
that
my
steamer
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
river
.
I
was
thunderstruck
.
What
,
how
,
why
?
Oh
,
it
was
'
all
right
.
'
The
'
manager
himself
'
was
there
.
All
quite
correct
.
