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But alas\r\nfor the deep-laid schemes of ambitious princes, and alas for the vanity\r\nof glory. As the foreign-born Pretorians, unwisely introduced into the\r\nRoman state, and still more unwisely made favorites of the Emperors, at\r\nlast insulted and overturned the throne, even so these lawless\r\nmariners, with all the rest of the body-guard and all the populace,\r\nbroke out into a terrible mutiny, and defied their master. He marched\r\nagainst them with all his dogs. A deadly battle ensued upon the beach.\r\nIt raged for three hours, the dogs fighting with determined valor, and\r\nthe sailors reckless of everything but victory. Three men and thirteen\r\ndogs were left dead upon the field, many on both sides were wounded,\r\nand the king was forced to fly with the remainder of his canine\r\nregiment. The enemy pursued, stoning the dogs with their master into\r\nthe wilderness of the interior. Discontinuing the pursuit, the victors\r\nreturned to the village on the shore, stove the spirit casks, and\r\nproclaimed a Republic. The dead men were interred with the honors of\r\nwar, and the dead dogs ignominiously thrown into the sea. At last,\r\nforced by stress of suffering, the fugitive Creole came down from the\r\nhills and offered to treat for peace. But the rebels refused it on any\r\nother terms than his unconditional banishment. Accordingly, the next\r\nship that arrived carried away the ex-king to Peru.\r\n\r\nThe history of the king of Charles’s Island furnishes another\r\nillustration of the difficulty of colonizing barren islands with\r\nunprincipled pilgrims.\r\n\r\nDoubtless for a long time the exiled monarch, pensively ruralizing in\r\nPeru, which afforded him a safe asylum in his calamity, watched every\r\narrival from the Encantadas, to hear news of the failure of the\r\nRepublic, the consequent penitence of the rebels, and his own recall to\r\nroyalty. Doubtless he deemed the Republic but a miserable experiment\r\nwhich would soon explode. But no, the insurgents had confederated\r\nthemselves into a democracy neither Grecian, Roman, nor American. Nay,\r\nit was no democracy at all, but a permanent _Riotocracy_, which gloried\r\nin having no law but lawlessness. Great inducements being offered to\r\ndeserters, their ranks were swelled by accessions of scamps from every\r\nship which touched their shores. Charles’s Island was proclaimed the\r\nasylum of the oppressed of all navies. Each runaway tar was hailed as a\r\nmartyr in the cause of freedom, and became immediately installed a\r\nragged citizen of this universal nation. In vain the captains of\r\nabsconding seamen strove to regain them. Their new compatriots were\r\nready to give any number of ornamental eyes in their behalf. They had\r\nfew cannon, but their fists were not to be trifled with. So at last it\r\ncame to pass that no vessels acquainted with the character of that\r\ncountry durst touch there, however sorely in want of refreshment. It\r\nbecame Anathema—a sea Alsatia—the unassailed lurking-place of all sorts\r\nof desperadoes, who in the name of liberty did just what they pleased.\r\nThey continually fluctuated in their numbers. Sailors, deserting ships\r\nat other islands, or in boats at sea anywhere in that vicinity, steered\r\nfor Charles’s Isle, as to their sure home of refuge; while, sated with\r\nthe life of the isle, numbers from time to time crossed the water to\r\nthe neighboring ones, and there presenting themselves to strange\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6YGBW6KM24V82VYQXVPCED","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6YDDF6PTWG4P7JTS5THSTD","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6YH8ZFEHF75MNMGERZHKK4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6YH9NFHB9AAEK0A1CMFFDX","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:56.780Z","ts":"2026-01-30T07:58:06.874Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}