{"id":"01KG6YH3QEPWNB3MB242H5K1F7","cid":"bafkreicqmtrsaqlxhzpastxk7xxmqlvembzwcrippo2tpi7eeour6x6umu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5225,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:45.581Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 7","source_file":"01KG6YDD8GKW0DRD5H2MY1NRZ7","start_line":5131,"text":"\"Don't _you_ like it? Don't it do _you_ good? Ain't it inspiring? Don't\r\nit impart pluck? give stuff against despair?\"\r\n\r\n\"All true,\" said I, removing my hat with profound humility before the\r\nbrave spirit disguised in the base coat.\r\n\r\n\"But then,\" said I, still with some misgivings, \"so loud, so\r\nwonderfully clamorous a crow, methinks might be amiss to invalids, and\r\nretard their convalescence.\"\r\n\r\n\"Crow your best now, Trumpet!\"\r\n\r\nI leaped from my chair. The cock frightened me, like some overpowering\r\nangel in the Apocalypse. He seemed crowing over the fall of wicked\r\nBabylon, or crowing over the triumph of righteous Joshua in the vale of\r\nAskelon. When I regained my composure somewhat, an inquisitive thought\r\noccurred to me. I resolved to gratify it.\r\n\r\n\"Merrymusk, will you present me to your wife and children?\"\r\n\r\n\"Yes. Wife, the gentleman wants to step in.\"\r\n\r\n\"He is very welcome,\" replied a weak voice.\r\n\r\nGoing behind the curtain, there lay a wasted, but strangely cheerful\r\nhuman face; and that was pretty much all; the body, hid by the\r\ncounterpane and an old coat, seemed too shrunken to reveal itself\r\nthrough such impediments. At the bedside sat a pale girl, ministering.\r\nIn another bed lay three children, side by side; three more pale faces.\r\n\r\n\"Oh, father, we don't mislike the gentleman, but let us see Trumpet\r\ntoo.\"\r\n\r\nAt a word, the cock strode behind the screen, and perched himself on\r\nthe children's bed. All their wasted eyes gazed at him with a wild and\r\nspiritual delight. They seemed to sun themselves in the radiant plumage\r\nof the cock.\r\n\r\n\"Better than a 'pothecary, eh,\" said Merrymusk. \"This is Dr. Cock\r\nhimself.\"\r\n\r\nWe retired from the sick ones, and I reseated myself again, lost in\r\nthought, over this strange household.\r\n\r\n\"You seem a glorious independent fellow,\" said I.\r\n\r\n\"And I don't think you a fool, and never did. Sir, you are a trump.\"\r\n\r\n\"Is there any hope of your wife's recovery?\" said I, modestly seeking\r\nto turn the conversation.\r\n\r\n\"Not the least.\"\r\n\r\n\"The children?\"\r\n\r\n\"Very little.\"\r\n\r\n\"It must be a doleful life, then, for all concerned. This lonely\r\nsolitude--this shanty--hard work--hard times.\"\r\n\r\n\"Haven't I Trumpet? He's the cheerer. He crows through all; crows at\r\nthe darkest: Glory to God in the highest! Continually he crows it.\"\r\n\r\n\"Just the import I first ascribed to his crow, Merrymusk, when first\r\nI heard it from my hill. I thought some rich nabob owned some costly\r\nShanghai; little weening any such poor man as you owned this lusty cock\r\nof a domestic breed.\"\r\n\r\n\"_Poor_ man like _me_? Why call _me_ poor? Don't the cock _I_ own\r\nglorify this otherwise inglorious, lean, lantern-jawed land? Didn't\r\n_my_ cock encourage _you_? And _I_ give you all this glorification away\r\ngratis. I am a great philanthropist. I am a rich man--a very rich man,\r\nand a very happy one. Crow, Trumpet.\"\r\n\r\nThe roof jarred.\r\n\r\nI returned home in a deep mood. I was not wholly at rest concerning the\r\nsoundness of Merrymusk's views of things, though full of admiration for\r\nhim. I was thinking on the matter before my door, when I heard the cock\r\ncrow again. Enough. Merrymusk is right.\r\n\r\nOh, noble cock! oh, noble man!\r\n\r\nI did not see Merrymusk for some weeks after this; but hearing the\r\nglorious and rejoicing crow, I supposed that all went as usual with\r\nhim. My own frame of mind remained a rejoicing one. The cock still\r\ninspired me. I saw another mortgage piled on my plantation; but only\r\nbought another dozen of stout, and a dozen-dozen of Philadelphia\r\nporter. Some of my relatives died; I wore no mourning, but for three\r\ndays drank stout in preference to porter, stout being of the darker\r\ncolor. I heard the cock crow the instant I received the unwelcome\r\ntidings.\r\n\r\n\"Your health in this stout, oh, noble cock!\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 7"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6YGBGKG15EQNWSZXFWPM05","peer_type":"segment","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6YDD8GKW0DRD5H2MY1NRZ7","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6YH3QE95F7J4ERBS1JJXRH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6YH3QE9MEQR4T540NBTER9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:50.702Z","ts":"2026-01-30T07:57:55.718Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}