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It had come, as always to this river, suddenly, swiftly, precisely at six o’clock, with no twilight. Throughout the whole day we had treated the sick in an improvised clinic on the porch of a house by the riverbank. Malaria fever had been bad all along the Amazon that year, particularly in this area to which we had come in our boat, the Luzeiro-the name is a Portuguese Biblical word meaning Bearer of Light. The people had been waiting for us, waving their white towels as they saw us coming upriver. On the banks they had collected their sick, people of all ages, many of them dying or almost dead.  \nSo we had set up our clinic, my wife, Jessie, and I. Word of our arrival with our medicines had spread quickly; canoes had seemed to come from all directions, swarming to this place, filled with men and women and children in pitiful condition, some with their bodies grotesquely enlarged or deformed from the terrible disease known in Brazil as malignant malaria.  \nOne fisherman that day brought to us in his canoe a little child who was suffering from this fever. He had found the child in a hut at the edge of a village a few miles up the river. The child had been alone in the insect-infested abode. No one knew what had happened to his parents or any others of his family. We gave treatment, and the kindly fisherman promised to take care of this child who was too weak even to tell us his name.  \nIt was late in the afternoon when we treated the last of these patients, and Jessie was weary after the long grueling day. We pulled up anchor and moved a short distance downstream into a kind of lake connected to the main part of the river by a narrow stream only a few yards long but deep enough for our launch. We came into a beautiful place where the water was still and dark and deep, with the main currents of the Amazon sweeping past only a short distance away. Here, for the night, we retreated into our own moment of quiet.  \nThe pattern of the evening began. The boat boy bestirred himself with chores out on deck, and the boat girl began to prepare our evening meal. Jessie rested in her bunk. Through the cabin window I watched the sunset. The color had deepened to crimson; the reflection  \nin the still lake was like a mirror of vermilion, broken only where tall palms that lined the bank threw long shadows far out on the water. Flamingos and parrots winged by on their way to their nests for the night. Now the crimson hue faded, the sun was gone, darkness closed in. Later, I remember, the moon rose, almost at the full that night, big and bright, throwing a soft silver haze across the lake and the Amazon River beyond.  \nI lay awake in the dark of the cabin. Jessie and the others by then were asleep in their bunks. The hush of darkness was broken by a thousand familiar sounds of the Amazon night, the strange symphony which had become so familiar to us that usually we did not hear it at all. There were the mingling sounds of the giant bullfrog and leaping fish, the cry of a monkey or a bird, the sudden throaty grunt of the alligator, the snorting of the dolphin, which always reminded me of the horseson our farm back in Nebraska. The melody of the darkness on the river was a constant thing.  \nDay or night, this world of the Amazon and the dense, trackless, largely untrodden jungles that reach out over half a continent is a world of sounds. An insect stops his song, a bird stirs, a tropical leaf rustles. Loud and soft, these half-heard sounds may mean life or death. Living on this great river, you learn to live by these sounds instinctively, without hearing them.  \nIn the cool darkness of our boat, against the symphony of night outside, my thoughts drifted across this river world that had been our home and was to remain so for many years. Half a lifetime has passed since we came to this world of Brazil out of the corn belt of Nebraska, where both Jessie and I had grown up. We were to come t","cbCaiqLiRuj8Vc0J","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaiqLiRuj8Vc0J","pdf",98140,11,"English","# Chapter 1: A River at Night\n## Night arrival and improvised clinic\n## Treatment of patients, including a lost child\n## Evening routine and Amazon night soundscape\n## Reflections on mission work and earlier church memory","[{\"question\":\"What happens at the start of Chapter 1 on the Amazon River?\",\"answer\":\"Night comes suddenly at six o’clock with no twilight. 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