feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/pinkmonkey/Lord Jim/section_42_part_0.txt
feat_book_id: Lord Jim.chapter 44
feat_summary_id: chapter 44
feat_summary: {"name": "Chapter 44", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20180820051943/http://www.pinkmonkey.com/booknotes/monkeynotes/pmLordJim53.asp", "summary": "Under Cornelius' guidance, Brown sails through the secret passage. Brown commands all his men to load their rifles and keep them ready for action. Meanwhile Tamb'Itam is welcomed at Dain Waris's camp and repeats Jim's message. He hands over the ring to Waris to prove that the message is truly from Jim, and he slips it on his finger. Dain Waris, therefore, gives instruction to his men not to obstruct Brown and his followers in their retreat. On the river, Brown begins to implement his plan. After he crosses the point where Dain Waris has stationed his troops, Brown lands his men in silence and pushes them ahead to the edge of the forest, where he orders his men to proceed. At first, fourteen shots are fired at the Bugis in a massacre filled with \"cold bloodied ferocity. \" Pandemonium is unleashed among the natives. Tamb'Itam falls down at the first volley and pretends to be dead. Dain Waris is struck by a bullet on his forehead and dies. After firing two more rounds, Brown and his men retreat, leaving Cornelius behind among the corpses. Tamb'Itam rises and sees Cornelius trying to escape; he chases him and stabs him to death. Tamb'Itam then knows that he must go and deliver the bad news of the massacre to the Bugis in the village.", "analysis": "Notes The contrast between Brown and Jim is clear in this chapter. Jim is tortured by one error of his life and is determined to live the rest of his days by a code of honor and redeem himself. He has earned the trust and love of the Bugis through hard work, faithfulness, and bravery. Brown, who has also suffered disgrace, spends the rest of his life taking revenge on the world. His massacre on the innocent Bugis is typical of his evil ways. He also uses Cornelius to achieve his goal and then deserts him. Tamb'Itam sees Cornelius and stabs him to death. He then goes to warn his master about what has happened. The plot is about to reach its final climax. For Jim, the opportunity to make amends for his past has arrived; he will have the chance to die with honor and self-esteem."}
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  'I don't think they spoke together again. The boat entered a narrow
  by-channel, where it was pushed by the oar-blades set into crumbling
  banks, and there was a gloom as if enormous black wings had been
  outspread above the mist that filled its depth to the summits of the
  trees. The branches overhead showered big drops through the gloomy fog.
  At a mutter from Cornelius, Brown ordered his men to load. "I'll
  give you a chance to get even with them before we're done, you dismal
  cripples, you," he said to his gang. "Mind you don't throw it away--you
  hounds." Low growls answered that speech. Cornelius showed much fussy
  concern for the safety of his canoe.
  
  'Meantime Tamb' Itam had reached the end of his journey. The fog had
  delayed him a little, but he had paddled steadily, keeping in touch with
  the south bank. By-and-by daylight came like a glow in a ground glass
  globe. The shores made on each side of the river a dark smudge, in which
  one could detect hints of columnar forms and shadows of twisted branches
  high up. The mist was still thick on the water, but a good watch was
  being kept, for as Iamb' Itam approached the camp the figures of two men
  emerged out of the white vapour, and voices spoke to him boisterously.
  He answered, and presently a canoe lay alongside, and he exchanged news
  with the paddlers. All was well. The trouble was over. Then the men in
  the canoe let go their grip on the side of his dug-out and incontinently
  fell out of sight. He pursued his way till he heard voices coming to him
  quietly over the water, and saw, under the now lifting, swirling mist,
  the glow of many little fires burning on a sandy stretch, backed by
  lofty thin timber and bushes. There again a look-out was kept, for he
  was challenged. He shouted his name as the two last sweeps of his paddle
  ran his canoe up on the strand. It was a big camp. Men crouched in many
  little knots under a subdued murmur of early morning talk. Many thin
  threads of smoke curled slowly on the white mist. Little shelters,
  elevated above the ground, had been built for the chiefs. Muskets were
  stacked in small pyramids, and long spears were stuck singly into the
  sand near the fires.
  
  'Tamb' Itam, assuming an air of importance, demanded to be led to Dain
  Waris. He found the friend of his white lord lying on a raised couch
  made of bamboo, and sheltered by a sort of shed of sticks covered with
  mats. Dain Waris was awake, and a bright fire was burning before his
  sleeping-place, which resembled a rude shrine. The only son of nakhoda
  Doramin answered his greeting kindly. Tamb' Itam began by handing him
  the ring which vouched for the truth of the messenger's words. Dain
  Waris, reclining on his elbow, bade him speak and tell all the news.
  Beginning with the consecrated formula, "The news is good," Tamb' Itam
  delivered Jim's own words. The white men, deputing with the consent of
  all the chiefs, were to be allowed to pass down the river. In answer to
  a question or two Tamb' Itam then reported the proceedings of the last
  council. Dain Waris listened attentively to the end, toying with the
  ring which ultimately he slipped on the forefinger of his right hand.
  After hearing all he had to say he dismissed Tamb' Itam to have food
  and rest. Orders for the return in the afternoon were given immediately.
  Afterwards Dain Waris lay down again, open-eyed, while his personal
  attendants were preparing his food at the fire, by which Tamb' Itam also
  sat talking to the men who lounged up to hear the latest intelligence
  from the town. The sun was eating up the mist. A good watch was kept
  upon the reach of the main stream where the boat of the whites was
  expected to appear every moment.
  
  'It was then that Brown took his revenge upon the world which, after
  twenty years of contemptuous and reckless bullying, refused him the
  tribute of a common robber's success. It was an act of cold-blooded
  ferocity, and it consoled him on his deathbed like a memory of an
  indomitable defiance. Stealthily he landed his men on the other side
  of the island opposite to the Bugis camp, and led them across. After a
  short but quite silent scuffle, Cornelius, who had tried to slink away
  at the moment of landing, resigned himself to show the way where the
  undergrowth was most sparse. Brown held both his skinny hands together
  behind his back in the grip of one vast fist, and now and then impelled
  him forward with a fierce push. Cornelius remained as mute as a fish,
  abject but faithful to his purpose, whose accomplishment loomed before
  him dimly. At the edge of the patch of forest Brown's men spread
  themselves out in cover and waited. The camp was plain from end to end
  before their eyes, and no one looked their way. Nobody even dreamed that
  the white men could have any knowledge of the narrow channel at the back
  of the island. When he judged the moment come, Brown yelled, "Let them
  have it," and fourteen shots rang out like one.
  
  'Tamb' Itam told me the surprise was so great that, except for those who
  fell dead or wounded, not a soul of them moved for quite an appreciable
  time after the first discharge. Then a man screamed, and after that
  scream a great yell of amazement and fear went up from all the throats.
  A blind panic drove these men in a surging swaying mob to and fro along
  the shore like a herd of cattle afraid of the water. Some few jumped
  into the river then, but most of them did so only after the last
  discharge. Three times Brown's men fired into the ruck, Brown, the only
  one in view, cursing and yelling, "Aim low! aim low!"
  
  'Tamb' Itam says that, as for him, he understood at the first volley
  what had happened. Though untouched he fell down and lay as if dead,
  but with his eyes open. At the sound of the first shots Dain Waris,
  reclining on the couch, jumped up and ran out upon the open shore, just
  in time to receive a bullet in his forehead at the second discharge.
  Tamb' Itam saw him fling his arms wide open before he fell. Then, he
  says, a great fear came upon him--not before. The white men retired as
  they had come--unseen.
  
  'Thus Brown balanced his account with the evil fortune. Notice that even
  in this awful outbreak there is a superiority as of a man who carries
  right--the abstract thing--within the envelope of his common desires.
  It was not a vulgar and treacherous massacre; it was a lesson, a
  retribution--a demonstration of some obscure and awful attribute of our
  nature which, I am afraid, is not so very far under the surface as we
  like to think.
  
  'Afterwards the whites depart unseen by Tamb' Itam, and seem to vanish
  from before men's eyes altogether; and the schooner, too, vanishes after
  the manner of stolen goods. But a story is told of a white long-boat
  picked up a month later in the Indian Ocean by a cargo steamer. Two
  parched, yellow, glassy-eyed, whispering skeletons in her recognised
  the authority of a third, who declared that his name was Brown. His
  schooner, he reported, bound south with a cargo of Java sugar, had
  sprung a bad leak and sank under his feet. He and his companions were
  the survivors of a crew of six. The two died on board the steamer which
  rescued them. Brown lived to be seen by me, and I can testify that he
  had played his part to the last.
  
  'It seems, however, that in going away they had neglected to cast off
  Cornelius's canoe. Cornelius himself Brown had let go at the beginning
  of the shooting, with a kick for a parting benediction. Tamb' Itam,
  after arising from amongst the dead, saw the Nazarene running up and
  down the shore amongst the corpses and the expiring fires. He uttered
  little cries. Suddenly he rushed to the water, and made frantic efforts
  to get one of the Bugis boats into the water. "Afterwards, till he had
  seen me," related Tamb' Itam, "he stood looking at the heavy canoe and
  scratching his head." "What became of him?" I asked. Tamb' Itam, staring
  hard at me, made an expressive gesture with his right arm. "Twice I
  struck, Tuan," he said. "When he beheld me approaching he cast himself
  violently on the ground and made a great outcry, kicking. He screeched
  like a frightened hen till he felt the point; then he was still, and lay
  staring at me while his life went out of his eyes."
  
  'This done, Tamb' Itam did not tarry. He understood the importance of
  being the first with the awful news at the fort. There were, of course,
  many survivors of Dain Waris's party; but in the extremity of panic some
  had swum across the river, others had bolted into the bush. The fact is
  that they did not know really who struck that blow--whether more white
  robbers were not coming, whether they had not already got hold of
  the whole land. They imagined themselves to be the victims of a vast
  treachery, and utterly doomed to destruction. It is said that some small
  parties did not come in till three days afterwards. However, a few tried
  to make their way back to Patusan at once, and one of the canoes that
  were patrolling the river that morning was in sight of the camp at
  the very moment of the attack. It is true that at first the men in her
  leaped overboard and swam to the opposite bank, but afterwards they
  returned to their boat and started fearfully up-stream. Of these Tamb'
  Itam had an hour's advance.'
feat_summary_name: Chapter 44
target: Under Cornelius' guidance, Brown sails through the secret passage. Brown commands all his men to load their rifles and keep them ready for action. Meanwhile Tamb'Itam is welcomed at Dain Waris's camp and repeats Jim's message. He hands over the ring to Waris to prove that the message is truly from Jim, and he slips it on his finger. Dain Waris, therefore, gives instruction to his men not to obstruct Brown and his followers in their retreat. On the river, Brown begins to implement his plan. After he crosses the point where Dain Waris has stationed his troops, Brown lands his men in silence and pushes them ahead to the edge of the forest, where he orders his men to proceed. At first, fourteen shots are fired at the Bugis in a massacre filled with "cold bloodied ferocity. " Pandemonium is unleashed among the natives. Tamb'Itam falls down at the first volley and pretends to be dead. Dain Waris is struck by a bullet on his forehead and dies. After firing two more rounds, Brown and his men retreat, leaving Cornelius behind among the corpses. Tamb'Itam rises and sees Cornelius trying to escape; he chases him and stabs him to death. Tamb'Itam then knows that he must go and deliver the bad news of the massacre to the Bugis in the village.
feat_summary_analysis: Notes The contrast between Brown and Jim is clear in this chapter. Jim is tortured by one error of his life and is determined to live the rest of his days by a code of honor and redeem himself. He has earned the trust and love of the Bugis through hard work, faithfulness, and bravery. Brown, who has also suffered disgrace, spends the rest of his life taking revenge on the world. His massacre on the innocent Bugis is typical of his evil ways. He also uses Cornelius to achieve his goal and then deserts him. Tamb'Itam sees Cornelius and stabs him to death. He then goes to warn his master about what has happened. The plot is about to reach its final climax. For Jim, the opportunity to make amends for his past has arrived; he will have the chance to die with honor and self-esteem.