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hurriedly, "I don't know. They come from very far. Perhaps Mrs. Price
will understand. They are perhaps bad men."
The leader, after waiting for a while, said something sharply to
Makola, who shook his head. Then the man, after looking round, noticed
Makola's hut and walked over there. The next moment Mrs. Makola was
heard speaking with great volubility. The other strangers--they were
six in all--strolled about with an air of ease, put their heads
through the door of the storeroom, congregated round the grave,
pointed understandingly at the cross, and generally made themselves
at home.
"I don't like those chaps--and, I say, Kayerts, they must be from the
coast; they've got firearms," observed the sagacious Carlier.
Kayerts also did not like those chaps. They both, for the first time,
became aware that they lived in conditions where the unusual may be
dangerous, and that there was no power on earth outside of themselves
to stand between them and the unusual. They became uneasy, went in and
loaded their revolvers. Kayerts said, "We must order Makola to tell
them to go away before dark."
The strangers left in the afternoon, after eating a meal prepared for
them by Mrs. Makola. The immense woman was excited, and talked much
with the visitors. She rattled away shrilly" target="_blank" title="ad.尖声地">shrilly, pointing here and there
at the forests and at the river. Makola sat apart and watched. At
times he got up and whispered to his wife. He accompanied the
strangers across the ravine at the back of the station-ground, and
returned slowly looking very thoughtful. When questioned by the white
men he was very strange, seemed not to understand, seemed to have
forgotten French--seemed to have forgotten how to speak altogether.
Kayerts and Carlier agreed that the nigger had had too much palm wine.
There was some talk about keeping a watch in turn, but in the evening
everything seemed so quiet and peaceful that they retired as usual.
All night they were disturbed by a lot of drumming in the villages. A
deep, rapid roll near by would be followed by another far off--then
all ceased. Soon short appeals would rattle out here and there, then
all mingle together, increase, become vigorous and sustained, would
spread out over the forest, roll through the night, unbroken and
ceaseless, near and far, as if the whole land had been one immense
drum booming out steadily an appeal to heaven. And through the deep
and tremendous noise sudden yells that resembled snatches of songs
from a madhouse darted shrill and high in discordant jets of sound
which seemed to rush far above the earth and drive all peace from
under the stars.
Carlier and Kayerts slept badly. They both thought they had heard
shots fired during the night--but they could not agree as to the
direction. In the morning Makola was gone somewhere. He returned about
noon with one of yesterday's strangers, and eluded all Kayerts'
attempts to close with him: had become deaf apparently. Kayerts
wondered. Carlier, who had been fishing off the bank, came back and
remarked while he showed his catch, "The niggers seem to be in a deuce
of a stir; I wonder what's up. I saw about fifteen canoes cross the
river during the two hours I was there fishing." Kayerts, worried,
said, "Isn't this Makola very queer to-day?" Carlier advised, "Keep
all our men together in case of some trouble."
II
There were ten station men who had been left by the Director. Those
fellows, having engaged themselves to the Company for six months
(without having any idea of a month in particular and only a very
faint notion of time in general), had been serving the cause of
progress for upwards of two years. Belonging to a tribe from a very
distant part of the land of darkness and sorrow, they did not run
away, naturally supposing that as wandering strangers they would be
killed by the inhabitants of the country; in which they were right.
They lived in straw huts on the slope of a ravine overgrown with
reedy grass, just behind the station buildings. They were not happy,
regretting the festive incantations, the sorceries, the human
sacrifices of their own land; where they also had parents, brothers,
sisters, admired chiefs, respected magicians, loved friends, and other
ties supposed generally to be human. Besides, the rice rations served
out by the Company did not agree with them, being a food unknown to
their land, and to which they could not get used. Consequently they
were unhealthy and miserable. Had they been of any other tribe they
would have made up their minds to die--for nothing is easier to
certain savages than suicide--and so have escaped from the puzzling
difficulties of existence. But belonging, as they did, to a warlike
tribe with filed teeth, they had more grit, and went on stupidly
living through disease and sorrow. They did very little work, and had
lost their splendid physique. Carlier and Kayerts doctored them
assiduously without being able to bring them back into condition
again. They were mustered every morning and told off to different
tasks--grass-cutting, fence-building, tree-felling, &c., &c., which no
power on earth could induce them to executeefficiently. The two
whites had practically very little control over them.
In the afternoon Makola came over to the big house and found Kayerts
watching three heavy columns of smoke rising above the forests. "What
is that?" asked Kayerts. "Some villages burn," answered Makola, who
seemed to have regained his wits. Then he said abruptly: "We have got
very little ivory; bad six months' trading. Do you like get a little
more ivory?"
"Yes," said Kayerts, eagerly. He thought of percentages which were
low.
"Those men who came yesterday are traders from Loanda who have got
more ivory than they can carry home. Shall I buy? I know their camp."
"Certainly," said Kayerts. "What are those traders?"
"Bad fellows," said Makola, indifferently. "They fight with people,
and catch women and children. They are bad men, and got guns. There is
a great disturbance in the country. Do you want ivory?"
"Yes," said Kayerts. Makola said nothing for a while. Then: "Those
workmen of ours are no good at all," he muttered, looking round.
"Station in very bad order, sir. Director will growl. Better get a
fine lot of ivory, then he say nothing."
"I can't help it; the men won't work," said Kayerts. "When will you
get that ivory?"
"Very soon," said Makola. "Perhaps to-night. You leave it to me, and
keep indoors, sir. I think you had better give some palm wine to our
men to make a dance this evening. Enjoy themselves. Work better
to-morrow. There's plenty palm wine--gone a little sour."
Kayerts said "yes," and Makola, with his own hands carried big
calabashes to the door of his hut. They stood there till the evening,
and Mrs. Makola looked into every one. The men got them at sunset.
When Kayerts and Carlier retired, a big bonfire was flaring before the
men's huts. They could hear their shouts and drumming. Some men from
Gobila's village had joined the station hands, and the entertainment
was a great success.
In the middle of the night, Carlier waking suddenly, heard a man shout
loudly; then a shot was fired. Only one. Carlier ran out and met
Kayerts on the verandah. They were both startled. As they went across
the yard to call Makola, they saw shadows moving in the night. One of
them cried, "Don't shoot! It's me, Price." Then Makola appeared close
to them. "Go back, go back, please," he urged, "you spoil all." "There
are strange men about," said Carlier. "Never mind; I know," said
Makola. Then he whispered, "All right. Bring ivory. Say nothing! I
know my business." The two white men reluctantly went back to the
house, but did not sleep. They heard footsteps, whispers, some groans.
It seemed as if a lot of men came in, dumped heavy things on the
ground, squabbled a long time, then went away. They lay on their hard
beds and thought: "This Makola is invaluable." In the morning Carlier
came out, very sleepy, and pulled at the cord of the big bell. The
station hands mustered every morning to the sound of the bell. That
morning nobody came. Kayerts turned out also, yawning. Across the yard
they saw Makola come out of his hut, a tin basin of soapy water in his
hand. Makola, a civilized nigger, was very neat in his person. He
threw the soapsuds skilfully over a wretched little yellow cur he had,
then turning his face to the agent's house, he shouted from the
distance, "All the men gone last night!"
They heard him plainly, but in their surprise they both yelled out
together: "What!" Then they stared at one another. "We are in a proper
fix now," growled Carlier. "It's incredible!" muttered Kayerts. "I
will go to the huts and see," said Carlier, striding off. Makola
coming up found Kayerts standing alone.
"I can hardly believe it," said Kayerts, tearfully. "We took care of
them as if they had been our children."
"They went with the coast people," said Makola after a moment of
hesitation.
"What do I care with whom they went--the ungrateful brutes!"
exclaimed the other. Then with sudden suspicion, and looking hard at
Makola, he added: "What do you know about it?"
Makola moved his shoulders, looking down on the ground. "What do I
know? I think only. Will you come and look at the ivory I've got
there? It is a fine lot. You never saw such."
He moved towards the store. Kayerts followed him mechanically,
thinking about the incredibledesertion of the men. On the ground
before the door of the fetish lay six splendid tusks.
"What did you give for it?" asked Kayerts, after surveying the lot
with satisfaction.
"No regular trade," said Makola. "They brought the ivory and gave it
to me. I told them to take what they most wanted in the station. It is
a beautiful lot. No station can show such tusks. Those traders wanted
carriers badly, and our men were no good here. No trade, no entry in
books: all correct."
Kayerts nearly burst with indignation. "Why!" he shouted, "I believe
you have sold our men for these tusks!" Makola stood impassive and
silent. "I--I--will--I," stuttered Kayerts. "You fiend!" he yelled
out.
"I did the best for you and the Company," said Makola, imperturbably.
"Why you shout so much? Look at this tusk."
"I dismiss you! I will report you--I won't look at the tusk. I forbid
you to touch them. I order you to throw them into the river.
You--you!"
"You very red, Mr. Kayerts. If you are so irritable in the sun, you
will get fever and die--like the first chief!" pronounced Makola
impressively.
They stood still, contemplating one another with intense eyes, as if
they had been looking with effort across immense distances. Kayerts
shivered. Makola had meant no more than he said, but his words seemed
to Kayerts full of ominous menace! He turned sharply and went away to
the house. Makola retired into the bosom of his family; and the tusks,
left lying before the store, looked very large and valuable in the
sunshine.
Carlier came back on the verandah. "They're all gone, hey?" asked
Kayerts from the far end of the common room in a muffled voice. "You
did not find anybody?"
"Oh, yes," said Carlier, "I found one of Gobila's people lying dead
before the huts--shot through the body. We heard that shot last
night."
Kayerts came out quickly. He found his companion staring grimly over
the yard at the tusks, away by the store. They both sat in silence for
a while. Then Kayerts related his conversation with Makola. Carlier
said nothing. At the midday meal they ate very little. They hardly
exchanged a word that day. A great silence seemed to lie heavily over
the station and press on their lips. Makola did not open the store; he
spent the day playing with his children. He lay full-length on a mat
outside his door, and the youngsters sat on his chest and clambered
all over him. It was a touching picture. Mrs. Makola was busy cooking
all day, as usual. The white men made a somewhat better meal in the
evening. Afterwards, Carlier smoking his pipe strolled over to the
store; he stood for a long time over the tusks, touched one or two
with his foot, even tried to lift the largest one by its small end. He
came back to his chief, who had not stirred from the verandah, threw
himself in the chair and said--
"I can see it! They were pounced upon while they slept heavily after
drinking all that palm wine you've allowed Makola to give them. A
put-up job! See? The worst is, some of Gobila's people were there, and
will understand. They are perhaps bad men."
The leader, after waiting for a while, said something sharply to
Makola, who shook his head. Then the man, after looking round, noticed
Makola's hut and walked over there. The next moment Mrs. Makola was
heard speaking with great volubility. The other strangers--they were
six in all--strolled about with an air of ease, put their heads
through the door of the storeroom, congregated round the grave,
pointed understandingly at the cross, and generally made themselves
at home.
"I don't like those chaps--and, I say, Kayerts, they must be from the
coast; they've got firearms," observed the sagacious Carlier.
Kayerts also did not like those chaps. They both, for the first time,
became aware that they lived in conditions where the unusual may be
dangerous, and that there was no power on earth outside of themselves
to stand between them and the unusual. They became uneasy, went in and
loaded their revolvers. Kayerts said, "We must order Makola to tell
them to go away before dark."
The strangers left in the afternoon, after eating a meal prepared for
them by Mrs. Makola. The immense woman was excited, and talked much
with the visitors. She rattled away shrilly" target="_blank" title="ad.尖声地">shrilly, pointing here and there
at the forests and at the river. Makola sat apart and watched. At
times he got up and whispered to his wife. He accompanied the
strangers across the ravine at the back of the station-ground, and
returned slowly looking very thoughtful. When questioned by the white
men he was very strange, seemed not to understand, seemed to have
forgotten French--seemed to have forgotten how to speak altogether.
Kayerts and Carlier agreed that the nigger had had too much palm wine.
There was some talk about keeping a watch in turn, but in the evening
everything seemed so quiet and peaceful that they retired as usual.
All night they were disturbed by a lot of drumming in the villages. A
deep, rapid roll near by would be followed by another far off--then
all ceased. Soon short appeals would rattle out here and there, then
all mingle together, increase, become vigorous and sustained, would
spread out over the forest, roll through the night, unbroken and
ceaseless, near and far, as if the whole land had been one immense
drum booming out steadily an appeal to heaven. And through the deep
and tremendous noise sudden yells that resembled snatches of songs
from a madhouse darted shrill and high in discordant jets of sound
which seemed to rush far above the earth and drive all peace from
under the stars.
Carlier and Kayerts slept badly. They both thought they had heard
shots fired during the night--but they could not agree as to the
direction. In the morning Makola was gone somewhere. He returned about
noon with one of yesterday's strangers, and eluded all Kayerts'
attempts to close with him: had become deaf apparently. Kayerts
wondered. Carlier, who had been fishing off the bank, came back and
remarked while he showed his catch, "The niggers seem to be in a deuce
of a stir; I wonder what's up. I saw about fifteen canoes cross the
river during the two hours I was there fishing." Kayerts, worried,
said, "Isn't this Makola very queer to-day?" Carlier advised, "Keep
all our men together in case of some trouble."
II
There were ten station men who had been left by the Director. Those
fellows, having engaged themselves to the Company for six months
(without having any idea of a month in particular and only a very
faint notion of time in general), had been serving the cause of
progress for upwards of two years. Belonging to a tribe from a very
distant part of the land of darkness and sorrow, they did not run
away, naturally supposing that as wandering strangers they would be
killed by the inhabitants of the country; in which they were right.
They lived in straw huts on the slope of a ravine overgrown with
reedy grass, just behind the station buildings. They were not happy,
regretting the festive incantations, the sorceries, the human
sacrifices of their own land; where they also had parents, brothers,
sisters, admired chiefs, respected magicians, loved friends, and other
ties supposed generally to be human. Besides, the rice rations served
out by the Company did not agree with them, being a food unknown to
their land, and to which they could not get used. Consequently they
were unhealthy and miserable. Had they been of any other tribe they
would have made up their minds to die--for nothing is easier to
certain savages than suicide--and so have escaped from the puzzling
difficulties of existence. But belonging, as they did, to a warlike
tribe with filed teeth, they had more grit, and went on stupidly
living through disease and sorrow. They did very little work, and had
lost their splendid physique. Carlier and Kayerts doctored them
assiduously without being able to bring them back into condition
again. They were mustered every morning and told off to different
tasks--grass-cutting, fence-building, tree-felling, &c., &c., which no
power on earth could induce them to executeefficiently. The two
whites had practically very little control over them.
In the afternoon Makola came over to the big house and found Kayerts
watching three heavy columns of smoke rising above the forests. "What
is that?" asked Kayerts. "Some villages burn," answered Makola, who
seemed to have regained his wits. Then he said abruptly: "We have got
very little ivory; bad six months' trading. Do you like get a little
more ivory?"
"Yes," said Kayerts, eagerly. He thought of percentages which were
low.
"Those men who came yesterday are traders from Loanda who have got
more ivory than they can carry home. Shall I buy? I know their camp."
"Certainly," said Kayerts. "What are those traders?"
"Bad fellows," said Makola, indifferently. "They fight with people,
and catch women and children. They are bad men, and got guns. There is
a great disturbance in the country. Do you want ivory?"
"Yes," said Kayerts. Makola said nothing for a while. Then: "Those
workmen of ours are no good at all," he muttered, looking round.
"Station in very bad order, sir. Director will growl. Better get a
fine lot of ivory, then he say nothing."
"I can't help it; the men won't work," said Kayerts. "When will you
get that ivory?"
"Very soon," said Makola. "Perhaps to-night. You leave it to me, and
keep indoors, sir. I think you had better give some palm wine to our
men to make a dance this evening. Enjoy themselves. Work better
to-morrow. There's plenty palm wine--gone a little sour."
Kayerts said "yes," and Makola, with his own hands carried big
calabashes to the door of his hut. They stood there till the evening,
and Mrs. Makola looked into every one. The men got them at sunset.
When Kayerts and Carlier retired, a big bonfire was flaring before the
men's huts. They could hear their shouts and drumming. Some men from
Gobila's village had joined the station hands, and the entertainment
was a great success.
In the middle of the night, Carlier waking suddenly, heard a man shout
loudly; then a shot was fired. Only one. Carlier ran out and met
Kayerts on the verandah. They were both startled. As they went across
the yard to call Makola, they saw shadows moving in the night. One of
them cried, "Don't shoot! It's me, Price." Then Makola appeared close
to them. "Go back, go back, please," he urged, "you spoil all." "There
are strange men about," said Carlier. "Never mind; I know," said
Makola. Then he whispered, "All right. Bring ivory. Say nothing! I
know my business." The two white men reluctantly went back to the
house, but did not sleep. They heard footsteps, whispers, some groans.
It seemed as if a lot of men came in, dumped heavy things on the
ground, squabbled a long time, then went away. They lay on their hard
beds and thought: "This Makola is invaluable." In the morning Carlier
came out, very sleepy, and pulled at the cord of the big bell. The
station hands mustered every morning to the sound of the bell. That
morning nobody came. Kayerts turned out also, yawning. Across the yard
they saw Makola come out of his hut, a tin basin of soapy water in his
hand. Makola, a civilized nigger, was very neat in his person. He
threw the soapsuds skilfully over a wretched little yellow cur he had,
then turning his face to the agent's house, he shouted from the
distance, "All the men gone last night!"
They heard him plainly, but in their surprise they both yelled out
together: "What!" Then they stared at one another. "We are in a proper
fix now," growled Carlier. "It's incredible!" muttered Kayerts. "I
will go to the huts and see," said Carlier, striding off. Makola
coming up found Kayerts standing alone.
"I can hardly believe it," said Kayerts, tearfully. "We took care of
them as if they had been our children."
"They went with the coast people," said Makola after a moment of
hesitation.
"What do I care with whom they went--the ungrateful brutes!"
exclaimed the other. Then with sudden suspicion, and looking hard at
Makola, he added: "What do you know about it?"
Makola moved his shoulders, looking down on the ground. "What do I
know? I think only. Will you come and look at the ivory I've got
there? It is a fine lot. You never saw such."
He moved towards the store. Kayerts followed him mechanically,
thinking about the incredibledesertion of the men. On the ground
before the door of the fetish lay six splendid tusks.
"What did you give for it?" asked Kayerts, after surveying the lot
with satisfaction.
"No regular trade," said Makola. "They brought the ivory and gave it
to me. I told them to take what they most wanted in the station. It is
a beautiful lot. No station can show such tusks. Those traders wanted
carriers badly, and our men were no good here. No trade, no entry in
books: all correct."
Kayerts nearly burst with indignation. "Why!" he shouted, "I believe
you have sold our men for these tusks!" Makola stood impassive and
silent. "I--I--will--I," stuttered Kayerts. "You fiend!" he yelled
out.
"I did the best for you and the Company," said Makola, imperturbably.
"Why you shout so much? Look at this tusk."
"I dismiss you! I will report you--I won't look at the tusk. I forbid
you to touch them. I order you to throw them into the river.
You--you!"
"You very red, Mr. Kayerts. If you are so irritable in the sun, you
will get fever and die--like the first chief!" pronounced Makola
impressively.
They stood still, contemplating one another with intense eyes, as if
they had been looking with effort across immense distances. Kayerts
shivered. Makola had meant no more than he said, but his words seemed
to Kayerts full of ominous menace! He turned sharply and went away to
the house. Makola retired into the bosom of his family; and the tusks,
left lying before the store, looked very large and valuable in the
sunshine.
Carlier came back on the verandah. "They're all gone, hey?" asked
Kayerts from the far end of the common room in a muffled voice. "You
did not find anybody?"
"Oh, yes," said Carlier, "I found one of Gobila's people lying dead
before the huts--shot through the body. We heard that shot last
night."
Kayerts came out quickly. He found his companion staring grimly over
the yard at the tusks, away by the store. They both sat in silence for
a while. Then Kayerts related his conversation with Makola. Carlier
said nothing. At the midday meal they ate very little. They hardly
exchanged a word that day. A great silence seemed to lie heavily over
the station and press on their lips. Makola did not open the store; he
spent the day playing with his children. He lay full-length on a mat
outside his door, and the youngsters sat on his chest and clambered
all over him. It was a touching picture. Mrs. Makola was busy cooking
all day, as usual. The white men made a somewhat better meal in the
evening. Afterwards, Carlier smoking his pipe strolled over to the
store; he stood for a long time over the tusks, touched one or two
with his foot, even tried to lift the largest one by its small end. He
came back to his chief, who had not stirred from the verandah, threw
himself in the chair and said--
"I can see it! They were pounced upon while they slept heavily after
drinking all that palm wine you've allowed Makola to give them. A
put-up job! See? The worst is, some of Gobila's people were there, and
- waiting [´weitiŋ]
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- indignation [,indig´neiʃən] n.愤慨；气愤 (高中英语单词)
- pronounced [prə´naunst] a.发出音的；显著的 (高中英语单词)
- intense [in´tens] a.强烈的；紧张的 (高中英语单词)
- grimly [´grimli] ad.严厉地；坚强地 (高中英语单词)
- related [ri´leitid] a.叙述的；有联系的 (高中英语单词)
- hurriedly [´hʌridli] ad.仓促地，忙乱地 (英语四级单词)
- ravine [rə´vi:n] n.沟壑；深谷 (英语四级单词)
- unbroken [ʌn´brəukən] a.未破的；不间断的 (英语四级单词)
- fishing [´fiʃiŋ] n.钓鱼；捕鱼；渔业 (英语四级单词)
- upwards [´ʌpwədz] ad.=upward (英语四级单词)
- reluctantly [ri´lʌktəntli] a.不情愿地；勉强地 (英语四级单词)
- ominous [´ɔminəs] a.不祥的；预示的 (英语四级单词)
- midday [´middei] n.中午 (英语四级单词)
- touching [´tʌtʃiŋ] a.动人的 prep.提到 (英语四级单词)
- speaking [´spi:kiŋ] n.说话 a.发言的 (英语六级单词)
- shrilly [´ʃrili] ad.尖声地 (英语六级单词)
- retired [ri´taiəd] a.退休的；通职的 (英语六级单词)
- festive [´festiv] a.喜庆的，欢乐的 (英语六级单词)
- efficiently [i´fiʃəntli] ad.有效地；能胜任地 (英语六级单词)
- indifferently [in´difrəntli] ad.不关心地；冷淡地 (英语六级单词)
- desertion [di´zə:ʃən] n.离开，遗弃；潜逃 (英语六级单词)
- irritable [´iritəbəl] a.急躁的；过敏的 (英语六级单词)
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