1 Those rebellious heads looked very subdued to me on their sticks.
2 I had no idea of the conditions, he said: these heads were the heads of rebels.
3 You could see these two roaming about all day long with their heads close together in an everlasting confab.
4 They would have been even more impressive, those heads on the stakes, if their faces had not been turned to the house.
5 They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps.
6 I have no opinion on that point, but I want you clearly to understand that there was nothing exactly profitable in these heads being there.
7 Curious, this feeling that came over me that such details would be more intolerable than those heads drying on the stakes under Mr. Kurtz's windows.
8 The banks looked pretty well alike, the depth appeared the same; but as I had been informed the station was on the west side, I naturally headed for the western passage.
9 At night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the first break of day.
10 It came in sections during the next three weeks, each section headed by a donkey carrying a white man in new clothes and tan shoes, bowing from that elevation right and left to the impressed pilgrims.