the recollection of these delights. âOh, he enlarged my mind!â âGoodbye,â said I. He shook hands and vanished in the night. Sometimes I ask myself whether I had ever really seen himâwhether it was possible to meet such a phenomenon!â¦
âWhen I woke up shortly after midnight his warning came to my mind with its hint of danger that seemed, in the starred darkness, real enough to make me get up for the purpose of having a look round. On the hill a big fire burned, illuminating fitfully a crooked corner of the station-house. One of the agents with a picket of a few of our blacks, armed for the purpose, was keeping guard over the ivory; but deep within the forest, red gleams that wavered, that seemed to sink and rise from the ground amongst confused columnar shapes of intense blackness, showed the exact position of the camp where Mr Kurtzâs adorers were keeping their uneasy vigil. The monotonous beating of a big drum filled the air with muffled shocks and a lingering vibration. A steady droning sound of many men chanting each to himself some weird incantation came out from the black, flat wall of the woods as the humming of bees comes out of a hive, and had a strange narcotic effect upon my half-awake senses. I believe I dozed off leaning over the rail, till an abrupt burst of yells, an overwhelming outbreak of a pent-up and mysterious frenzy, woke me up in a bewildered wonder. It was cut short all at once, and the low droning went on with an effect of audible and soothing silence. I glanced casually into the little cabin. A light was burning within, but Mr Kurtz was not there.
âI think I would have raised an outcry if I had believed my eyes. But I didnât believe them at firstâthe thing seemed so impossible. The fact is I was completely unnerved by a sheer blank fright, pure abstract terror, unconnected with any distinct shape of physical danger. What made this emotion so overpowering wasâhow shall I define it?âthe moral shock I received, as if something altogether monstrous, intolerable to thought and odious to the soul, had been thrust upon me unexpectedly. This lasted of course the merest fraction of a second, and then the usual sense of commonplace, deadly danger, the possibility of a sudden onslaught and massacre, or something of the kind, which I saw impending, was positively welcome and composing. It pacified me, in fact, so much, that I did not raise an alarm.
âThere was an agent buttoned up inside an ulster 4 and sleeping on a chair on deck within three feet of me. The yells had not awakened him; he snored very slightly; I left him to his slumbers and leaped ashore. I did not betray Mr Kurtzâit was ordered I should never betray himâit was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this Shadow by myself aloneâand to this day I donât know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
âAs soon as I got on the bank I saw a trailâa broad trail through the grass. I remember the exultation with which I said to myself, âHe canât walkâhe is crawling on all-foursâIâve got him.â The grass was wet with dew. I strode rapidly with clenched fists. I fancy I had some vague notion of falling upon him and giving him a drubbing. I donât know. I had some imbecile thoughts. The knitting old woman with the cat obtruded herself upon my memory as a most improper person to be sitting at the other end of such an affair. I saw a row of pilgrims squirting lead in the air out of Winchesters held to the hip. I thought I would never get back to the steamer, and imagined myself living alone and unarmed in the woods to an advanced age. e5 Such silly thingsâyou know. And I remember I confounded the beat of the drum with the beating of my heart, and was pleased at its calm regularity.
âI kept to the track thoughâthen stopped
Ruth Wind, Barbara Samuel