Sumarry  (pages 20-30)


     I met a white man. He was the company`chef accountant, from his lips I first heard the name of Kurtz.
   He had been nearly three years in tha station.. Everything in the stationbut him was in a muddle.
   I had to wait in the tation for 10 days- an eternity.
   The accountant said Kurtz was a remarkable person since he sent as much ivory as all the others put              
   together.
     Next day I left the station with a caravan of 60 men. I passed through several abandoned villages.
      Once a while a man very festive , not to say drunk was looking after the upkeep of the road , he declared can not say I saw any road or any upkeep. I had a white companion too, not a bad chap. He was very anxious for me to kill somebody. I remember the old doctor  " It would be interesting for science to watchthe mental changes of individualson the spot ". I felt I was becoming scientificaly interesting . On the f15 days I came in sight of the big river.
     White man with the long staves in their hands appeared. On of them informed me that my steamer was at the bottom of the river  You must, he said go and see the general manager at once. He is waiting.
     I did not see the real significanse of that at once.
     I asked myself what I was to do there, now my boat was lost . The repair when I brought the oieces to the station , took some months.
     My first interview with the manager was curios. He inspired uneasiness.
     There were rumors that a very important station was in jeopardy, and its chief , Mr. Kurtz , was ill.
     The word ivoty rang in the air.
     Various things happened.
     One evening a grass shed burst into blaze. A nigger was being beaten near by . I saw him, later, for several days, sitting in a bit of shade looking very sick and trying to recover himself.
      As I approched the glow from the dark. I found myself at the back of two men , talking I heard the name of Kurtz pronunced the words " take advantage of this unfortunated accident " One of the men was the manager . The otrher man remained. He was first class agent, young. He asked me to his room . I perceived that this young aristocrat had not only a silver-mounted dressing case but also a whole candle all to himself. The manager was the only man suppposed to have right to candles. To this felloe was the making bricks but there was not a fragment of a brick anywhere in the station , and he hadbeen more than a year . They were all waiting for something. The only real fellingwas a desire to get appointed to trading part where ivory was to be had, so they could earn percentages. They intrigued and standered and hated each other only on that account.
      Then I noticed a small scketch in oils To my question he said MR. kurtz had painted, he also said that he was a prodigy an emissary of oity, science, and progress.
      We went outside. The beaten nigger groaned somewhere. This will preven the conflagrations, punishement is the only way, he the man with the mustaches. He noticed my companion and become crestfallen all at once. Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight.