{"id":"01KG8AJKV9A3F57NRMN5E9DPZE","cid":"bafkreiciwiix37ntgxu2x5t4mlnd2jllnogn6jqcdsf2iplrvi2pmgnun4","type":"chapter","properties":{"description":"# SKETCH TENTH. RUNAWAYS, CASTAWAYS, SOLITARIES, GRAVE-STONES, ETC.\n## Overview\nThis is a chapter titled \"SKETCH TENTH. RUNAWAYS, CASTAWAYS, SOLITARIES, GRAVE-STONES, ETC.\" (lines 7438-7481) extracted from the text file [the_piazza_tales.txt](arke:01KG89J1F4D8P9BBX9AMGZ7TX7). It is part of the short story [The Piazza Tales](arke:01KG8AJ9NXJ7YCJCWAH2W8FBFN) within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection.\n\n## Context\nThis chapter is preceded by [SKETCH EIGHTH. NORFOLK ISLE AND THE CHOLA WIDOW.](arke:01KG8AJKV9Q5HYKXE3Z1AK9FFY) and followed by [SKETCH NINTH. HOOD’S ISLE AND THE HERMIT OBERLUS.](arke:01KG8AJKV9S8QCE0A5FDTFG52X) within the short story *The Piazza Tales*.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter narrates a scene of desolation and departure. It depicts a group of dogs being left behind on a barren shore as a boat pushes off. The emotional impact of this abandonment is emphasized, comparing the dogs' distress to that of humans. The narrative then shifts to Hunilla, a passenger in the boat, who remains stoic and detached, seemingly resigned to further suffering. The story concludes with Hunilla arriving in Tombez, Peru, and continuing her journey to Payta on a small gray ass.\n","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.549Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"SKETCH TENTH. RUNAWAYS, CASTAWAYS, SOLITARIES, GRAVE-STONES, ETC.","end_line":7481,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:36.328Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"SKETCH TENTH. RUNAWAYS, CASTAWAYS, SOLITARIES, GRAVE-STONES, ETC.","source_file":"01KG89J1F4D8P9BBX9AMGZ7TX7","start_line":7438,"text":"She was in the boat; the oarsmen, too, were seated; all save one, who\r\nstood ready to push off and then spring himself. With the sagacity of\r\ntheir race, the dogs now seemed aware that they were in the very\r\ninstant of being deserted upon a barren strand. The gunwales of the\r\nboat were high; its prow—presented inland—was lifted; so owing to the\r\nwater, which they seemed instinctively to shun, the dogs could not well\r\nleap into the little craft. But their busy paws hard scraped the prow,\r\nas it had been some farmer’s door shutting them out from shelter in a\r\nwinter storm. A clamorous agony of alarm. They did not howl, or whine;\r\nthey all but spoke.\r\n\r\n“Push off! Give way!” cried the mate. The boat gave one heavy drag and\r\nlurch, and next moment shot swiftly from the beach, turned on her heel,\r\nand sped. The dogs ran howling along the water’s marge; now pausing to\r\ngaze at the flying boat, then motioning as if to leap in chase, but\r\nmysteriously withheld themselves; and again ran howling along the\r\nbeach. Had they been human beings, hardly would they have more vividly\r\ninspired the sense of desolation. The oars were plied as confederate\r\nfeathers of two wings. No one spoke. I looked back upon the beach, and\r\nthen upon Hunilla, but her face was set in a stern dusky calm. The dogs\r\ncrouching in her lap vainly licked her rigid hands. She never looked\r\nbehind her: but sat motionless, till we turned a promontory of the\r\ncoast and lost all sights and sounds astern. She seemed as one who,\r\nhaving experienced the sharpest of mortal pangs, was henceforth content\r\nto have all lesser heartstrings riven, one by one. To Hunilla, pain\r\nseemed so necessary, that pain in other beings, though by love and\r\nsympathy made her own, was unrepiningly to be borne. A heart of\r\nyearning in a frame of steel. A heart of earthly yearning, frozen by\r\nthe frost which falleth from the sky.\r\n\r\nThe sequel is soon told. After a long passage, vexed by calms and\r\nbaffling winds, we made the little port of Tombez in Peru, there to\r\nrecruit the ship. Payta was not very distant. Our captain sold the\r\ntortoise oil to a Tombez merchant; and adding to the silver a\r\ncontribution from all hands, gave it to our silent passenger, who knew\r\nnot what the mariners had done.\r\n\r\nThe last seen of lone Hunilla she was passing into Payta town, riding\r\nupon a small gray ass; and before her on the ass’s shoulders, she eyed\r\nthe jointed workings of the beast’s armorial cross.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"SKETCH TENTH. 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