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‘Some fifty miles below the Inner Station we came upon а hut of reeds, an inclined and melancholy pole, with the unrecognizable tatters of what had been а flag of some sort flying from it, and а neatly stacked wood-pile. This was unexpected. We came to the bank, and on the stack of firewood found а flat piece of board with some faded pencil-writing on it. When deciphered it said: “Wood for you. Hurry up. Approach cautiously.” There was а signature, but it was illegible – not Kurtz – а much longer word. “Hurry up.” Where? Up the river? “Approach cautiously.” We had not done so. But the warning could not have been meant for the place where it could be only found after approach. Something was wrong above. But what – and how much? That was the question. We commented adversely upon the imbecility of that telegraphic style. The bush around said nothing, and would not let us look very far, either. А torn curtain of red twill hung in the doorway of the hut, and flapped sadly in our faces. The dwelling was dismantled; but we could see а white man had lived there not very long ago. There remained а rude table – а plank on two posts; а heap of rubbish reposed in а dark corner, and by the door I picked up а book. It had lost its covers, and the pages had been thumbed into а state of extremely dirty softness; but the back had been lovingly stitched afresh with white cotton thread, which looked clean yet. It was an extraordinary find. Its title was, AN INQUIRY INTO SOME POINTS OF SEAMANSHIP, by а man Towser, Towson – some such name – Master in his Majesty’s Navy. The matter looked dreary reading enough, with illustrative diagrams and repulsive tables of figures, and the copy was sixty years old. I handled this amazing antiquity with the greatest possible tenderness, lest it should dissolve in my hands. Within, Towson or Towser was inquiring earnestly into the breaking strain of ships’ chains and tackle, and other such matters. Not а very enthralling book; but at the first glance you could see there а singleness of intention, an honest concern for the right way of going to work, which made these humble pages, thought out so many years ago, luminous with another than а professional light. The simple old sailor, with his talk of chains and purchases, made me forget the jungle and the pilgrims in а delicious sensation of having come upon something unmistakably real. Such а book being there was wonderful enough; but still more astounding were the notes pencilled in the margin, and plainly referring to the text. I couldn’t believe my eyes! They were in cipher! Yes, it looked like cipher. Fancy а man lugging with him а book of that description into this nowhere and studying it – and making notes – in cipher at that! It was an extravagant mystery.