W. E. Hardenburg

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W. E. Hardenburg The Putumayo, the Devil's Paradise

The Indians, humble and resigned, took this trash and disappeared into the forest, seeing, reflected in the mirrors they received in exchange for their labour, the scars that the infamous hands of the Peruvian Amazon Company’s employees had made all over their weak bodies.
The Indians of the Putumayo are more than slaves of the “civilising” company, as this syndicate of crime has the barefacedness to call itself, for it exploits them in all ways, and the poor Indians can reckon neither with their lives, their women, nor their children: the company is the absolute owner of life and property.
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W. E. Hardenburg The Putumayo, The Devil's Paradise… (1912)

Then I bethought myself to discharge my rifle, but nothing was to be heard in reply except the long-drawn-out echoes. What could I do? I dare not set out in search of him, lest I too be lost, for in these dense solitudes people have perished from starvation and exposure, unaware that they were within a kilometer of a house. I sat there for hours, shouting and firing my rifle at short intervals and was just becoming desperate, when faint in the distance, I thought I heard the dull report of a shotgun.
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W. E. Hardenburg The Putumayo, the Devil's Paradise

At 11.30 we stopped for almuerzo on an immense playa, upon which were two or three dilapidated-looking ranchos, probably erected by the exiles about a month before. Having partaken of a fair lunch of fried yuca, sausage, rice, and coffee, we were about to get into the canoes when Perkins’ eye fell upon a huge ostrich-like bird several hundred metres away. As he was such a fine specimen, Perkins endeavoured to get within range, but in vain; for the beauty, apparently as fond of his fine feathers as we were, soon disappeared into the forest and we saw him no more.
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