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           FurtherquestionselicitedfromhimthatMr.Kurtzwasatpresentinchargeofatrading-post,averyimportantone,inthetrueivory-country,at‘theverybottomofthere.Sendsinasmuchivoryasalltheothersputtogether...’Hebegantowriteagain.Thesickmanwastooilltogroan.Thefliesbuzzedinagreatpeace.

           "Suddenlytherewasagrowingmurmurofvoicesandagreattrampingoffeet.Acaravanhadcomein.Aviolentbabbleofuncouthsoundsburstoutontheothersideoftheplanks.Allthecarrierswerespeakingtogether,andinthemidstoftheuproarthelamentablevoiceofthechiefagentwasheard‘givingitup’tearfullyforthetwentiethtimethatday...Heroseslowly.‘Whatafrightfulrow,’hesaid.Hecrossedtheroomgentlytolookatthesickman,andreturning,saidtome,‘Hedoesnothear.’‘What!Dead?’Iasked,startled.‘No,notyet,’heanswered,withgreatcomposure.Then,alludingwithatossoftheheadtothetumultinthestation-yard,‘Whenonehasgottomakecorrectentries,onecomestohatethosesavages—hatethemtothedeath.’Heremainedthoughtfulforamoment.‘WhenyouseeMr.Kurtz’hewenton,‘tellhimfrommethateverythinghere’—heglancedatthedeck—’isverysatisfactory.Idon’tliketowritetohim—withthosemessengersofoursyouneverknowwhomaygetholdofyourletter—atthatCentralStation.’Hestaredatmeforamomentwithhismild,bulgingeyes.‘Oh,hewillgofar,veryfar,’hebeganagain.