| s-1
| I am sorry to own I began to worry them. |
| s-2
| This was already a fresh departure for me. |
| s-3
| I was not used to get things that way, you know. |
| s-4
| I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go. |
| s-5
| I wouldn't have believed it of myself; but, then – you see – I felt somehow I must get there by hook or by crook. |
| s-6
| So I worried them. |
| s-7
| The men said 'My dear fellow' and did nothing. |
| s-8
| Then – would you believe it? – I tried the women. |
| s-9
| I, Charlie Marlow, set the women to work – to get a job. Heavens! |
| s-10
| Well, you see, the notion drove me. |
| s-11
| I had an aunt, a dear enthusiastic soul. She wrote: 'It will be delightful. I am ready to do anything, anything for you. |
| s-12
| It is a glorious idea. I know the wife of a very high personage in the Administration, and also a man who has lots of influence with, &c., &c. |
| s-13
| She was determined to make no end of fuss to get me appointed skipper of a river steamboat, if such was my fancy. |
| s-14
| I got my appointment – of course; and I got it very quick. |
| s-15
| It appears the Company had received news that one of their captains had been killed in a scuffle with the natives. |
| s-16
| This was my chance, and it made me the more anxious to go. |
| s-17
| It was only months and months afterwards, when I made the attempt to recover what was left of the body, that I heard the original quarrel arose from a misunderstanding about some hens. |
| s-18
| Yes, two black hens. |
| s-19
| Fresleven – that was the fellow's name, a Dane – thought himself wronged somehow in the bargain, so he went ashore and started to hammer the chief of the village with a stick. |
| s-20
| Oh, it didn't surprise me in the least to hear this, and at the same time to be told that Fresleven was the gentlest, quietest creature that ever walked on two legs. |
| s-21
| No doubt he was; but he had been a couple of years already out there engaged in the noble cause, you know, and he probably felt the need at last of asserting his self-respect in some way. |
| s-22
| 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. |
| s-23
| 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. |
| s-24
| Afterwards nobody seemed to trouble much about Fresleven's remains, till I got out and stepped into his shoes. |
| s-25
| I couldn'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. |
| s-26
| They were all there. |
| s-27
| The supernatural being had not been touched after he fell. |
| s-28
| And the village was deserted, the huts gaped black, rotting, all askew within the fallen enclosures. |
| s-29
| A calamity had come to it, sure enough. The people had vanished. |
| s-30
| Mad terror had scattered them, men, women, and children, through the bush, and they had never returned. |
| s-31
| What became of the hens I don't know either. |
| s-32
| I should think the cause of progress got them, anyhow. |
| s-33
| However, through this glorious affair I got my appointment, before I had fairly begun to hope for it. |
| s-34
| 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. |
| s-35
| In a very few hours I arrived in a city that always makes me think of a whited sepulcher. |
| s-36
| Prejudice no doubt. |
| s-37
| I had no difficulty in finding the Company's offices. |
| s-38
| It was the biggest thing in the town, and everybody I met was full of it. |
| s-39
| They were going to run an over-sea empire, and make no end of coin by trade. |
| s-40
| A narrow and deserted street in deep shadow, high houses, innumerable windows with venetian blinds, a dead silence, grass sprouting between the stones, imposing carriage archways right and left, immense double doors standing ponderously ajar. |
| s-41
| 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. |
| s-42
| Two women, one fat and the other slim, sat on straw-bottomed chairs, knitting black wool. |
| s-43
| 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. |
| s-44
| I gave my name, and looked about. |
| s-45
| Deal table in the middle, plain chairs all round the walls, on one end a large shining map, marked with all the colors of a rainbow. |
| s-46
| 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. |
| s-47
| However, I wasn't going into any of these. |
| s-48
| I was going into the yellow. Dead in the center. |
| s-49
| And the river was there – fascinating – deadly – like a snake. Ough! |
| s-50
| A door opened, a white-haired secretarial head, but wearing a compassionate expression, appeared, and a skinny forefinger beckoned me into the sanctuary. |
| s-51
| Its light was dim, and a heavy writing-desk squatted in the middle. |
| s-52
| From behind that structure came out an impression of pale plumpness in a frock-coat. The great man himself. |
| s-53
| He was five feet six, I should judge, and had his grip on the handle-end of ever so many millions. |
| s-54
| He shook hands, I fancy, murmured vaguely, was satisfied with my French. |
| s-55
| Bon voyage. |
| s-56
| 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. |
| s-57
| I believe I undertook amongst other things not to disclose any trade secrets. |
| s-58
| Well, I am not going to. |
| s-59
| I began to feel slightly uneasy. |
| s-60
| You know I am not used to such ceremonies, and there was something ominous in the atmosphere. |
| s-61
| It was just as though I had been let into some conspiracy – I don't know – something not quite right; and I was glad to get out. |
| s-62
| In the outer room the two women knitted black wool feverishly. |
| s-63
| A caravan had come in. |
| s-64
| A violent babble of uncouth sounds burst out on the other side of the planks. |
| s-65
| 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... |
| s-66
| He rose slowly. |
| s-67
| 'What a frightful row,' he said. |
| s-68
| He crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to me, 'He does not hear.' |
| s-69
| 'What! Dead?' I asked, startled. |
| s-70
| 'No, not yet,' he answered, with great composure. |
| s-71
| 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.' |
| s-72
| He remained thoughtful for a moment. |
| s-73
| 'When you see Mr. Kurtz, he went on, tell him from me that everything here – he glanced at the desk – is very satisfactory. |
| s-74
| I don'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. |
| s-75
| He stared at me for a moment with his mild, bulging eyes. |
| s-76
| 'Oh, he will go far, very far,' he began again. |
| s-77
| 'He will be a somebody in the Administration before long. |
| s-78
| They, above – the Council in Europe, you know – mean him to be. |
| s-79
| He turned to his work. |
| s-80
| The noise outside had ceased, and presently in going out I stopped at the door. |
| s-81
| In the steady buzz of flies the homeward-bound agent was lying flushed 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. |
| s-82
| Next day I left that station at last, with a caravan of sixty men, for a two-hundred-mile tramp. |
| s-83
| No use telling you much about that. |
| s-84
| Paths, paths, everywhere; a stamped-in network of paths spreading over the empty land, through 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. |
| s-85
| The population had cleared out a long time ago. |
| s-86
| Well, if a lot of mysterious niggers armed with all kinds of fearful weapons suddenly took to traveling 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. |
| s-87
| Only here the dwellings were gone too. |
| s-88
| Still I passed through several abandoned villages. |
| s-89
| There's something pathetically childish in the ruins of grass walls. |
| s-90
| Day after day, with the stamp and shuffle of sixty pair of bare feet behind me, each pair under a 60-lb. load. |
| s-91
| Camp, cook, sleep, strike camp, march. |
| s-92
| 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. |
| s-93
| A great silence around and above. |
| s-94
| 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. |
| s-95
| 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. |
| s-96
| Was looking after the upkeep of the road, he declared. |
| s-97
| Can'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. |
| s-98
| 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. |
| s-99
| Annoying, you know, to hold your own coat like a parasol over a man's head while he is coming-to. |
| s-100
| I couldn't help asking him once what he meant by coming there at all. |