something that is really profitable, and then there will be no limits to the recognition of your ability,” he would say. 'Of course you must take care of the motives — right motives — always.” The long reaches that were like one and the same reach, monotonous bends that were exactly alike, slipped past the steamer with their multitude of secular trees looking patiently after this grimy fragment of another world, the forerunner of change, of conquest, of trade, of massacres, of blessings.

I looked ahead — piloting. 'Close the shutter,” said Kurtz suddenly one day; 'I can't bear to look at this.” I did so. There was a silence. 'Oh, but I will wring your heart yet!” he cried at the invisible wilderness.

“We broke down — as I had expected —