{"id":"01KG8AK7Y940CMM8NP0JY7S9JM","cid":"bafkreiguow2lcgmw6ual2yrrrfao5idramoir2yqitrpqdbkekzojlkz6m","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":630,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.722Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","start_line":568,"text":"CHAPTER III.\r\n\r\nIN WHICH A VARIETY OF CHARACTERS APPEAR.\r\n\r\n\r\nIn the forward part of the boat, not the least attractive object, for a\r\ntime, was a grotesque negro cripple, in tow-cloth attire and an old\r\ncoal-sifter of a tamborine in his hand, who, owing to something wrong\r\nabout his legs, was, in effect, cut down to the stature of a\r\nNewfoundland dog; his knotted black fleece and good-natured, honest\r\nblack face rubbing against the upper part of people's thighs as he made\r\nshift to shuffle about, making music, such as it was, and raising a\r\nsmile even from the gravest. It was curious to see him, out of his very\r\ndeformity, indigence, and houselessness, so cheerily endured, raising\r\nmirth in some of that crowd, whose own purses, hearths, hearts, all\r\ntheir possessions, sound limbs included, could not make gay.\r\n\r\n\"What is your name, old boy?\" said a purple-faced drover, putting his\r\nlarge purple hand on the cripple's bushy wool, as if it were the curled\r\nforehead of a black steer.\r\n\r\n\"Der Black Guinea dey calls me, sar.\"\r\n\r\n\"And who is your master, Guinea?\"\r\n\r\n\"Oh sar, I am der dog widout massa.\"\r\n\r\n\"A free dog, eh? Well, on your account, I'm sorry for that, Guinea. Dogs\r\nwithout masters fare hard.\"\r\n\r\n\"So dey do, sar; so dey do. But you see, sar, dese here legs? What\r\nge'mman want to own dese here legs?\"\r\n\r\n\"But where do you live?\"\r\n\r\n\"All 'long shore, sar; dough now. I'se going to see brodder at der\r\nlanding; but chiefly I libs in dey city.\"\r\n\r\n\"St. Louis, ah? Where do you sleep there of nights?\"\r\n\r\n\"On der floor of der good baker's oven, sar.\"\r\n\r\n\"In an oven? whose, pray? What baker, I should like to know, bakes such\r\nblack bread in his oven, alongside of his nice white rolls, too. Who is\r\nthat too charitable baker, pray?\"\r\n\r\n\"Dar he be,\" with a broad grin lifting his tambourine high over his\r\nhead.\r\n\r\n\"The sun is the baker, eh?\"\r\n\r\n\"Yes sar, in der city dat good baker warms der stones for dis ole darkie\r\nwhen he sleeps out on der pabements o' nights.\"\r\n\r\n\"But that must be in the summer only, old boy. How about winter, when\r\nthe cold Cossacks come clattering and jingling? How about winter, old\r\nboy?\"\r\n\r\n\"Den dis poor old darkie shakes werry bad, I tell you, sar. Oh sar, oh!\r\ndon't speak ob der winter,\" he added, with a reminiscent shiver,\r\nshuffling off into the thickest of the crowd, like a half-frozen black\r\nsheep nudging itself a cozy berth in the heart of the white flock.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJRSNK48TP0DBRXSP9PH","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK7Y9PF30SWCPKGNHBCRG","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.897Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:06.131Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}