my sleep. That way lies madness. [_After a pause_] There is no other way—I have got to buy Carnegie. [Illustration: “My yearly income from the Congo is millions of guineas.”—_Page 29._ ] [_Harrassed and muttering, walks the floor a while, then takes to the Consul’s chapter-headings again. Reads_] “Government starved a woman’s children to death and killed her sons.” “Butchery of women and children.” “_The native has been converted into a being without ambition because without hope._” “Women chained by the neck by rubber sentries.” “Women refuse to bear children because, with a baby to carry, they cannot well run away and hide from the soldiers.” [Illustration: “Women chained by the neck” ] “Statement of a child. ‘I, my mother, my grandmother and my sister, we ran away into the bush. A great number of our people were killed by the soldiers.... After that they saw a little bit of my mother’s head, and the soldiers ran quickly to where we were and caught my grandmother, my mother, my sister and another little one younger than us. Each wanted my mother for a wife, and argued about it, so they finally decided to kill her. They shot her through the stomach with a gun and she fell, and when I saw that I cried very much, because they killed my grandmother and mother and I was left alone. I saw it all done!’” It has a sort of pitiful sound, although they are only blacks. It carries me back and back into the past, to when my children were little, and would fly—to the bush, so to speak—when they saw me coming.... [_Resumes the reading of chapter-headings of the Consul’s report_] “They put a knife through a child’s stomach.” “They cut off the hands and brought them to C. D. (white officer) and spread them out in a row for him to see. They left them lying there, because the white man had seen them, so they did not need to take them to P.” “Captured children left in the bush to die, by the soldiers.” “Friends came to ransom a captured girl; but sentry refused, saying the white man wanted her because she was young.” [Illustration: FROM PHOTOGRAPH, IKOKO, CONGO STATE “Somehow—I wish it had not laughed” ] “Extract from a native girl’s testimony. ‘On our way the soldiers saw a little child, and when they went to kill it the child laughed, so the soldier took the butt of his gun and struck the child with it and then cut off its head. One day they killed my half-sister and cut off her head, hands and feet, because she had bangles on. Then they caught another sister, and sold her to the W. W. people, and now she is a slave there.’” The little child laughed! [_A long pause. Musing_] That innocent creature. Somehow—I wish it had not laughed. [_Reads_] “Mutilated children.”