donât!â she called, without looking around.
He went below. Groups of men were seated on bulging burlap sacks and wooden crates, matching coins. The women stood behind them, puffing on black cigarettes and shrieking with excitement. He watched them closely, reflecting that with fewer teeth missing they would be a handsome people. âMineral deficiency in the soil,â he commented to himself.
Standing on the other side of a circle of gamblers, facing him, was a muscular young native whose visored cap and faint air of aloofness suggested official position of some sort aboard the boat. With difficulty the traveler made his way over to him, and spoke to him in Spanish.
âAre you an employee here?â
âYes, sir.â
âI am in cabin number eight. Can I pay the supplementary fare to you?â
âYes, sir.â
âGood.â
He reached into his pocket for his wallet, at the same time remembering with annoyance that he had left it upstairs locked in a suitcase. The man looked expectant. His hand was out.
âMy money is in my stateroom.â Then he added, âMy wife has it. But if you come up in half an hour I can pay you the fare.â
âYes, sir.â The man lowered his hand and merely looked at him. Even though he gave an impression of purely animal force, his broad, somewhat simian face was handsome, the husband reflected. It was surprising when, a moment later, that face betrayed a boyish shyness as the man said, âI am going to spray the cabin for your señora.â
âThank you. Are there many mosquitoes?â
The man grunted and shook the fingers of one hand as if he had just burned them.
âSoon you will see how many.â He moved away.
At that moment the boat jolted violently, and there was great merriment among the passengers. He pushed his way to the prow and saw that the pilot had run into the bank. The tangle of branches and roots was a few feet from his face, its complex forms vaguely lighted by the boatâs lanterns. The boat backed laboriously and the channelâs agitated water rose to deck level and lapped the outer edge. Slowly they nosed along the bank until the prow once more pointed to midstream, and they continued. Then almost immediately the passage curved so sharply that the same thing happened again, throwing him sideways against a sack of something unpleasantly soft and wet. A bell clanged below deck in the interior of the boat; the passengersâ laughter was louder.
Eventually they pushed ahead, but now the movement became painfully slow as the sharpness of the curves in the passage increased. Under the water the stumps groaned as the boat forced its sides against them. Branches cracked and broke, falling onto the forward and upper decks. The lantern at the prow was swept into the water.
âThis isnât the regular channel,â muttered a gambler, glancing up.
Several travelers exclaimed, âWhat?â almost in unison.
âThereâs a pile of passages through here. Weâre picking up cargo at Coraz6n.â
The players retreated to a square inner arena which others were forming by shifting some of the crates. The husband followed them. Here they were comparatively safe from the intruding boughs. The deck was better lighted here, and this gave him the idea of making an entry in his notebook. Bending over a carton marked Vermifu go Santa Rosalia, he wrote: âNovember 18. We are moving through the blood stream of a giant. A very dark night.â Here a fresh collision with the land knocked him over, knocked over everyone who was not propped between solid objects.
A few babies were crying, but most of them still slept. He slid down to the deck. Finding his position fairly comfortable, he fell into a dozing state which was broken irregularly by the shouting of the people and the jolting of the boat.
When he awoke later, the boat was quite stationary, the games had ceased, and the people