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      <title>HoD: inhumane acts on the natives by Lauren Brittenham</title>
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      <description>List all incidents of inhumane acts upon the natives, and inhumane acts upon the white men in the Company from Section I and II in this Padlet. Use text evidence (quotes).</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-03-09 17:40:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>1.1</title>
         <author>brittel</author>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:32:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>1.2</title>
         <author>brittel</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159105036</link>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:32:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>2.1</title>
         <author>brittel</author>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:32:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>2.2</title>
         <author>brittel</author>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:32:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bailey</title>
         <author>beddarba</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159108939</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'Certainly,’ grunted the other; ‘get him hanged! Why not? Anything—anything can be done in this country"  The suggestion of hanging Kurtz was inhumane.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:42:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Corbett</title>
         <author>hughesco</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159109682</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to me, ‘He does not hear.’ ‘What! Dead?’ I asked, startled. ‘No, not yet,’ he answered, with great composure. Then, alluding with a toss of the head to the tumult in the station-yard, ‘When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages—hate them to the death.’ </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:44:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159110109</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This class</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:45:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Corbett</title>
         <author>hughesco</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I had a white companion, too, not a bad chap, but rather too fleshy and with the exasperating habit of fainting on the hot hillsides, miles away from the least bit of shade and water. Annoying, you know, to hold your own coat like a parasol over a man’s head while he is coming to.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:46:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Corbett</title>
         <author>hughesco</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> A neglected gap was all the gate it had, and the first glance at the place was enough to let you see the flabby devil was running that show. White men with long staves in their hands appeared languidly from amongst the buildings, strolling up to take a look at me, and then retired out of sight somewhere. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:48:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159111286</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"We pounded along, stopped, landed soldiers; went on, landed custom-house clerks to levy toll in what looked like a God-forsaken wilderness, with a tin shed and a flag-pole lost in it; landed more soldiers—to take care of the custom-house clerks, presumably. Some, I heard, got drowned in the surf; but whether they did or not, nobody seemed particularly to care. They were just flung out there, and on we went."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:48:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ziomara</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘Catch ‘im,’ he snapped, with a bloodshot widening of his eyes and a flash of sharp teeth—‘catch ‘im. Give ‘im to us.’ ‘To you, eh?’ I asked; ‘what would you do with them?’ ‘Eat ‘im!</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:49:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bailey</title>
         <author>beddarba</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159111525</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And, after all, they did not eat each other before my face: they had brought along a provision of hippo-meat which went rotten, and made the mystery of the wilderness stink in my nostrils"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:49:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159111727</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn’t even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts. Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long six-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech—and nothing happened."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:50:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159111984</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“'We gave her her letters (I heard the men in that lonely ship were dying of fever at the rate of three a day) and went on."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:50:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112327</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The other day I took up a man who hanged himself on the road. He was a Swede, too.’ ‘Hanged himself! Why, in God’s name?’ I cried. He kept on looking out watchfully. ‘Who knows? The sun too much for him, or the country perhaps.’"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:51:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Day</title>
         <author>harrisid</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112360</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It appears the Company had received news that one of their captains had been killed in a scuffle with the natives."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:51:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112366</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The pilgrims used to turn out in a body and empty every rifle they could lay hands on at him. Some even had sat up o’ nights for him. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:51:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bailey</title>
         <author>beddarba</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112443</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> "Let the fool gape and shudder—the man knows, and can look on without a wink. But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:52:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112812</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"A slight clinking behind me made me turn my head. Six black men advanced in a file, toiling up the path. They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps. Black rags were wound round their loins, and the short ends behind waggled to and fro like tails. I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:53:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Victor</title>
         <author>owensjo1</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159112951</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘It must be this miserable trader—this intruder,’ exclaimed the manager, looking back malevolently at the place we had left. ‘He must be English,’ I said. ‘It will not save him from getting into trouble if he is not careful,’ muttered the manager darkly.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:53:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Paldino</title>
         <author>cliftdu</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113006</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;‘One good screech will do more for you than all your rifles. They are simple people,’ he repeated. He rattled away at such a rate he quite overwhelmed me. He seemed to be trying to make up for lots of silence, and actually hinted, laughing, that such was the case.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:53:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113060</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Behind this raw matter one of the reclaimed, the product of the new forces at work, strolled despondently, carrying a rifle by its middle. He had a uniform jacket with one button off, and seeing a white man on the path, hoisted his weapon to his shoulder with alacrity. This was simple prudence, white men being so much alike at a distance that he could not tell who I might be. He was speedily reassured, and with a large, white, rascally grin, and a glance at his charge, seemed to take me into partnership in his exalted trust. After all, I also was a part of the great cause of these high and just proceedings."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:53:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Day</title>
         <author>harrisid</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113145</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"...you know, and he probably felt the need at last of asserting his self-respect in some way. Therefore he whacked the old nigger mercilessly..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:53:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Schimmel</title>
         <author>schimmza</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113284</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair. Another mine on the cliff went off, followed by a slight shudder of the soil under my feet. The work was going on. The work! And this was the place where some of the helpers had withdrawn to die."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:54:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>J0rdan</title>
         <author>owensjo1</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113291</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"You can’t breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:54:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jessenia</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113777</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"A nigger was being beaten near by... he was screeching most horribly. I saw him, later, for several days, sitting in a bit of shade looking very sick and trying to recover himself..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:55:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>J0rdan</title>
         <author>owensjo1</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113837</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"What is the meaning—’ stammered at my elbow one of the pilgrims—a little fat man, with sandy hair and red whiskers, who wore sidespring boots, and pink pyjamas tucked into his socks."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:55:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dustin</title>
         <author>cliftdu</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159113900</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>You can’t hit anything unless you take aim and fire from the shoulder; but these chaps fired from the hip with their eyes shut.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:56:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Khalid</title>
         <author>kanankh</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brittel/13agoq8p2gk0/wish/159114004</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The man had rolled on his back and stared straight up at me; both his hands clutched that cane. It was the shaft of a spear that, either thrown or lunged through the opening, had caught him in the side, just below the ribs; the blade had gone in out of sight, after making a frightful gash; my shoes were full; a pool of blood lay very still, gleaming dark-red under the wheel; his eyes shone with an amazing lustre. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:56:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“He blew the candle out suddenly, and we went outside. The moon had risen. Black figures strolled about listlessly, pouring water on the glow, whence proceeded a sound of hissing; steam ascended in the moonlight, the beaten nigger groaned somewhere. ‘What a row the brute makes!’ said the indefatigable man with the moustaches, appearing near us. ‘Serve him right. Transgression—punishment—bang! Pitiless, pitiless.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:57:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dustin</title>
         <author>cliftdu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the next breath he advised me to keep enough steam on the boiler to blow the whistle in case of any trouble. ‘One good screech will do more for you than all your rifles. They are simple people,’</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:57:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>t lang</title>
         <author>langlewi1</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘Say! We must have made a glorious slaughter of them in the bush. Eh? What do you think? Say?’ He positively danced, the bloodthirsty little gingery beggar. And he had nearly fainted when he saw the wounded man!</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:58:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Turner</title>
         <author>cliftdu</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘Why did they attack us?’ </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:59:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Victor</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘Will they attack?’ whispered an awed voice. ‘We will be all butchered in this fog,’ murmured another.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-09 19:59:38 UTC</pubDate>
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