a question of latitude-第2章

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they　should　be　against　his　conscience；　indecent；　horrible！　　He　has
a　greater　knowledge；　a　much　higher　intelligence；　he　should　lift　the
native；　not　sink　to　him。〃

The　Coaster　took　his　pipe　from　his　mouth；　and　twice　opened　his　lips
to　speak。　　Finally；　he　blew　the　smoke　into　the　air；　and　shook　his
head。

〃What's　the　use！〃　he　exclaimed。

〃Try；〃　laughed　Everett。　　〃Maybe　I'm　not　as　unintelligent　as　I
talk。〃

〃You　must　get　this　right；〃　protested　the　Coaster。　　〃It　doesn't
matter　a　damn　what　a　man　BRINGS　here；　what　his　training　WAS；　what
HE　IS。　　The　thing　is　too　strong　for　him。〃

〃What　thing？〃

〃That！〃　said　the　Coaster。　　He　threw　out　his　arm　at　the　brooding
mountains；　the　dark　lagoons；　the　glaring　coast…line　against　which
the　waves　shot　into　the　air　with　the　shock　and　roar　of　twelve…inch
guns。

〃The　first　white　man　came　to　Sierra　Leone　five　hundred　years　before
Christ；〃　said　the　Coaster。　　〃And；　in　twenty…two　hundred　years；　he's
got　just　twenty　miles　inland。　　The　native　didn't　need　forts；　or　a
navy；　to　stop　him。　　He　had　three　allies：　those　waves；　the　fever；
and　the　sun。　　Especially　the　sun。　　The　black　man　goes　bare…headed；
and　the　sun　lets　him　pass。　　The　white　man　covers　his　head　with　an
inch　of　cork；　and　the　sun　strikes　through　it　and　kills　him。　　When
Jameson　came　down　the　river　from　Yambuya；　the　natives　fired　on　his
boat。　　He　waved　his　helmet　at　them　for　three　minutes；　to　show　them
there　was　a　white　man　in　the　canoe。　　Three　minutes　was　all　the　sun
wanted。　　Jameson　died　in　two　days。　　Where　you　are　going；　the　sun
does　worse　things　to　a　man　than　kill　him：　it　drives　him　mad。　　It
keeps　the　fear　of　death　in　his　heart；　and　THAT　takes　away　his　nerve
and　his　sense　of　proportion。　　He　flies　into　murderous　fits；　over
silly；　imaginary　slights；　he　grows　morbid；　suspicious；　he　becomes　a
coward；　and　because　he　is　a　coward　with　authority；　he　becomes　a
bully。

〃He　is　alone；　we　will　suppose；　at　a　station　three　hundred　miles
from　any　other　white　man。　　One　morning　his　house…boy　spills　a　cup
of　coffee　on　him；　and　in　a　rage　he　half　kills　the　boy。　　He　broods
over　that；　until　he　discovers；　or　his　crazy　mind　makes　him　think　he
has　discovered；　that　in　revenge　the　boy　is　plotting　to　poison　him。
So　he　punishes　him　again。　　Only　this　time　he　punishes　him　as　the
black　man　has　taught　him　to　punish；　in　the　only　way　the　black　man
seems　to　understand；　that　is；　he　tortures　him。　　From　that　moment
the　fall　of　that　man　is　rapid。　　The　heat；　the　loneliness；　the
fever；　the　fear　of　the　black　faces；　keep　him　on　edge；　rob　him　of
sleep；　rob　him　of　his　physical　strength；　of　his　moral　strength。　　He
loses　shame；　loses　reason；　becomes　cruel；　weak；　degenerate。　　He
invents　new；　bestial　tortures；　commits　new；　unspeakable
'atrocities；'　until；　one　day；　the　natives　turn　and　kill　him；　or　he
sticks　his　gun　in　his　mouth　and　blows　the　top　of　his　head　off。〃

The　Coaster　smiled　tolerantly　at　the　wide…eyed　eager　young　man　at
his　side。

〃And　you；〃　he　mocked；　〃think　you　can　reform　that　man；　and　that　hell
above　ground　called　the　Congo；　with　an　article　in　Lowell's　Weekly？〃

Undismayed；　Everett　grinned　cheerfully。

〃That's　what　I'm　here　for！〃　he　said。

By　the　time　Everett　reached　the　mouth　of　the　Congo；　he　had　learned
that　in　everything　he　must　depend　upon　himself；　that　he　would　be
accepted　only　as　the　kind　of　man　that；　at　the　moment；　he　showed
himself　to　be。　　This　attitude　of　independence　was　not　chosen；　but
forced　on　him　by　the　men　with　whom　he　came　in　contact。
Associations　and　traditions；　that　in　every　part　of　the　United
States　had　served　as　letters　of　introduction；　and　enabled　strangers
to　identify　and　label　him；　were　to　the　white　men　on　the　steamer　and
at　the　ports　of　call　without　meaning　or　value。　　That　he　was　an
Everett　of　Boston　conveyed　little　to　those　who　had　not　heard　even
of　Boston。　　That　he　was　the　correspondent　of　Lowell's　Weekly　meant
less　to　those　who　did　not　know　that　Lowell's　Weekly　existed。　　And
when；　in　confusion；　he　proffered　his　letter　of　credit；　the　very
fact　that　it　called　for　a　thousand　pounds　was；　in　the　eyes　of　a
〃Palm　Oil　Ruffian；〃　sufficient　evidence　that　it　had　been　forged　or
stolen。　　He　soon　saw　that　solely　as　a　white　man　was　he　accepted　and
made　welcome。　　That　he　was　respectable；　few　believed；　and　no　one
cared。　　To　be　taken　at　his　face　value；　to　be　refused　at　the　start
the　benefit　of　the　doubt；　was　a　novel　sensation；　and　yet　not
unpleasant。　　It　was　a　relief　not　to　be　accepted　only　as　Everett　the
Muckraker；　as　a　professional　reformer；　as　one　holier　than　others。
It　afforded　his　soul　the　same　relaxation　that　his　body　received
when；　in　his　shirt…sleeves　in　the　sweltering　smoking…room；　he　drank
beer　with　a　chef　de　poste　who　had　been　thrice　tried　for　murder。

Not　only　to　every　one　was　he　a　stranger；　but　to　him　everything　was
strange；　so　strange　as　to　appear　unreal。　　This　did　not　prevent　him
from　at　once　recognizing　those　things　that　were　not　strange；　such
as　corrupt　officials；　incompetence；　mismanagement。　　He　did　not　need
the　missionaries　to　point　out　to　him　that　the　Independent　State　of
the　Congo　was　not　a　colony　administered　for　the　benefit　of　many；
but　a　vast　rubber　plantation　worked　by　slaves　to　fill　the　pockets
of　one　man。　　It　was　not　in　his　work　that　Everett　found　himself
confused。　　It　was　in　his　attitude　of　mind　toward　almost　every　other
question。

At　first；　when　he　could　not　make　everything　fit　his　rule　of　thumb；
he　excused　the　country　tolerantly　as　a　〃topsy…turvy〃　land。　　He
wished　to　move　and　act　quickly；　to　make　others　move　quickly。　　He
did　not　understand　that　men　who　had　sentenced　themselves　to　exile
for　the　official　term　of　three　years；　or　for　life；　measured　time
only　by　the　date　of　their　release。　　When　he　learned　that　even　a
cablegram　could　not　reach　his　home　in　less　than　eighteen　days；　that
the　missionaries　to　whom　he　brought　letters　were　a　three　months'
journey　from　the　coast　and　from　each　other；　his　impatience　was
chastened　to　wonder；　and；　later；　to　awe。

His　education　began　at　Matadi；　where　he　waited　until　the　river
steamer　was　ready　to　start　for　Leopoldville。　　Of　the　two　places　he
was　assured　Matadi　was　the　better；　for　the　reason　that　if　you　still
were　in　favor　with　the　steward　of　the　ship　that　brought　you　south；
he　might　sell　you　a　piece　of　ice。

Matadi　was　a　great　rock；　blazing　with　heat。　　Its　narrow；
perpendicular　paths　seemed　to　run　with　burning　lava。　　Its　top；　the
main　square　of　the　settlement；　was　of　baked　clay；　beaten　hard　by
thousands　of　naked　feet。　　Crossing　it　by　day　was　an　adventure。　　The
air　that　swept　it　was　the　breath　of　a　blast…furnace。

Everett　found　a　room　over　the　shop　of　a　Portuguese　trader。　　It　was
caked　with　dirt；　and　smelled　of　unnamed　diseases　and　chloride　of
lime。　　In　it　was　a　canvas　cot；　a　roll　of　evil…looking　bedding；　a
wash…basin　filled　with　the　stumps　of　cigarettes。　　In　a　corner　was　a
tin　chop…box；　which　Everett　asked　to　have　removed。　　It　belonged；
the　landlord　told　him；　to　the　man　who；　two　nights　before；　had
occupied　the　cot　and　who　had　died　in　it。　　Everett　was　anxious　to
learn　of　what　he　had　died。　　Apparently　surprised　at　the　question；
the　Portuguese　shrugged　his　shoulders。

〃Who　knows？〃　he　exclaimed。　　The　next　morning　the　English　trader
across　the　street　assured　Everett　there　was　no　occasion　for　alarm。
〃He　didn't　die　of　any　disease；〃　he　explained。　　〃Somebody　got　at　him
from　the　balcony；　while　he　was　in　his　cot；　and　knifed　him。〃

The　English　trader　was　a　young　man；　a　cockney；　named　Upsher。　　At
home　he　had　been　a　steward　on　the　Channel　steamers。　　Everett　made
him　his　most　intimate　friend。　　He　had　a　black　wife；　who　spent　most
of　her　day　in　a　four…post　bed；　hung　with　lace　curtains　and　blue
ribbon；　in　which　she　resembled　a　baby　hippopotamus　wallowing　in　a
bank　of　white　sand。

At　first　the　black　woman　was　a　shock　to　Everett；　but　after　Upsher
dismissed　her　indifferently　as　a　〃good　old　sort；〃　and　spent　one
evening　blubbering　over　a　photograph　of　his　wife　and　〃kiddie〃　at
home；　Everett　accepted　her。　　His　excuse　for　this　was　that　men　who
knew　they　might　die　on　the　morrow　must　not　be　judged　by　what　they
do　to…day。　　The　excuse　did　not　ring　sound；　but　he　dismissed　the
doubt　by　deciding　that　in　such