summery

But  still we crawled.Sometimes I would pick out a tree a little way ahead to measure our progress towards Kurtz

You looked on amazed.Iordered the chain , which we had bbegun to heave in , to be paid out again. A cry, a very loud cry, as of infinite desolation, soared slowly in the opaque air, filled our ears it culminated in a hurried outbreak of almost intolerably excessive shrieking. ON the steamboat with the Winchesters at ready in their hands, the only thing they could see was the boat they were on.Everybody on the boat was hungry, they had given them every week three pieces of brass wire and the theory was they were to buy their provisions with that currency in the river-side villages.So, unless they swallowed the wire itself, or made loops of it to snare the fishes with, I do not see what good their extravagant salary could be to them.I saw in their possession was a few lumps of some stuff like half-cooked dough. Marlow did not understood why the people on the boat that were so hungry did not attack them since they were 30 against 5.

The manager wanted Marlow to move on , but he did not move.The approach to this Kurtz grubbing for ivory in the wretched bush was beset by as many dangers as though he had been an enchanted princess sleeping in a fabulous castle. What we afterwards alluded to as an attack was really an attempt at repulse.The action was very far from being aggressive, it was not even defensive., it was undertaken under the stress of desperation, and in its essence was purely protective.This was near to Kurtz´s station. Everything was completely quiet., and then suddenly, as thoug a veil had been removed from my eyes, I made out , deep  in the tangled gloom, naked breasts, arms, legs, the bush was swarming with human limbs in momovement, glistening , of bronze color.A fusillade burst out under my feet. The pilgrins had opened with their Winchesters, and were simply squirting lead into that bush.The fool nigger had dropped everything , to throw the shutter open and let off that Martiny Henry.Iyeyelled at him to come back, there was no time to lose.It looked as thougt after wrenching that thing from somebody ashore he had lost his balance in the effort.The man had rolled on his back.After a while, the shower of arrows stopped.He died without uttering a sound.I thougt Kurtz was also dead.Marlow thought that he made the whole trip just to talk with Kurtz.Seems like the best of Kurtz was the way of his expression.I was wrong, Kurtz was alive.There were much ivory in the house.We filled the steamboat with ivory. Marlow wanted to know who Kurtz,s boss was.Kurtz spoke to Marlow in English because he was part English and his father was part of French.Kuretz worte 17 pages, before his nerves went wrong.Part of the writing said: “ Exterminate all the brutes “.But he did not remember that part of the writing , when he in a sense came to himself, he repeteadly entreated me to take good care of  the “pamphlet”. Marlow had to take care of his memories. Kurtz will not be forgotten. He had the power to scare rudimentary souls..I can not forget him ,though I am not prepared to affirm the fellow was exactly worth the life we lost in getting to him.Upon this they  forgot KURTZ, and began to howl at me with indignats  protest.

                The manager said me there was the Station.I saw a white man under a hat like a cart,the man on the shore began to shout urging us to land . He was no English.He said that everything was fineI asked him  : do you talk with Kurtz? , he said you do not talk to him you listen to Kurtz. The man was 25 years old.

I give him the Towson¨s book .He thougt he had lost the book. I asked him if he wrote on the book in Russian, he said yes. I asked him why they did attack us, he said they do not want him to go. I tell you, he cried  this man has enlarged my mind.