side of the planks. 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.... He rose slowly. 'What a frightful row,” he said. He crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to me, 'He does not hear.” 'What! Dead?” I asked, startled. 'No, not yet,” he answered, with great composure.

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.” He remained thoughtful for a moment. 'When you see Mr. Kurtz' he went on, 'tell him from me that everything here' — he glanced at the deck — ” is very satisfactory.