1 It was paddled by black fellows.
2 Six black men advanced in a file, toiling up the path.
3 A horn tooted to the right, and I saw the black people run.
4 In the outer room the two women knitted black wool feverishly.
5 A lot of people, mostly black and naked, moved about like ants.
6 The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy.
7 Two women, one fat and the other slim, sat on straw-bottomed chairs, knitting black wool.
8 Black rags were wound round their loins, and the short ends behind wagged to and fro like tails.
9 And the village was deserted, the huts gaped black, rotting, all askew within the fallen enclosures.
10 It was so startling that I leaped to my feet and looked back at the edge of the forest, as though I had expected an answer of some sort to that black display of confidence.
11 Black figures strolled about listlessly, pouring water on the glow, whence proceeded a sound of hissing; steam ascended in the moonlight, the beaten nigger groaned somewhere.
12 One of them, a stout, excitable chap with black mustaches, informed me with great volubility and many digressions, as soon as I told him who I was, that my steamer was at the bottom of the river.
13 The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.
14 Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees, leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair.
15 The black bones reclined at full length with one shoulder against the tree, and slowly the eyelids rose and the sunken eyes looked up at me, enormous and vacant, a kind of blind, white flicker in the depths of the orbs, which died out slowly.
16 Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes.
17 But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage.
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