{"id":"01KG8AK8NG3SBM6DKN2D3K2R9W","cid":"bafkreihndbjgzh6tofvlba2jcn4dvhqbnwf64h5r65n6b6o7zjmhl6jiwu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1477,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.722Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","start_line":1393,"text":"CHAPTER VI.\r\n\r\nAT THE OUTSET OF WHICH CERTAIN PASSENGERS PROVE DEAF TO THE CALL OF\r\nCHARITY.\r\n\r\n\r\n----\"You--pish! Why will the captain suffer these begging fellows on\r\nboard?\";\r\n\r\nThese pettish words were breathed by a well-to-do gentleman in a\r\nruby-colored velvet vest, and with a ruby-colored cheek, a ruby-headed\r\ncane in his hand, to a man in a gray coat and white tie, who, shortly\r\nafter the interview last described, had accosted him for contributions\r\nto a Widow and Orphan Asylum recently founded among the Seminoles. Upon\r\na cursory view, this last person might have seemed, like the man with\r\nthe weed, one of the less unrefined children of misfortune; but, on a\r\ncloser observation, his countenance revealed little of sorrow, though\r\nmuch of sanctity.\r\n\r\nWith added words of touchy disgust, the well-to-do gentleman hurried\r\naway. But, though repulsed, and rudely, the man in gray did not\r\nreproach, for a time patiently remaining in the chilly loneliness to\r\nwhich he had been left, his countenance, however, not without token of\r\nlatent though chastened reliance.\r\n\r\nAt length an old gentleman, somewhat bulky, drew nigh, and from him also\r\na contribution was sought.\r\n\r\n\"Look, you,\" coming to a dead halt, and scowling upon him. \"Look, you,\"\r\nswelling his bulk out before him like a swaying balloon, \"look, you, you\r\non others' behalf ask for money; you, a fellow with a face as long as my\r\narm. Hark ye, now: there is such a thing as gravity, and in condemned\r\nfelons it may be genuine; but of long faces there are three sorts; that\r\nof grief's drudge, that of the lantern-jawed man, and that of the\r\nimpostor. You know best which yours is.\"\r\n\r\n\"Heaven give you more charity, sir.\"\r\n\r\n\"And you less hypocrisy, sir.\"\r\n\r\nWith which words, the hard-hearted old gentleman marched off.\r\n\r\nWhile the other still stood forlorn, the young clergyman, before\r\nintroduced, passing that way, catching a chance sight of him, seemed\r\nsuddenly struck by some recollection; and, after a moment's pause,\r\nhurried up with: \"Your pardon, but shortly since I was all over looking\r\nfor you.\"\r\n\r\n\"For me?\" as marveling that one of so little account should be sought\r\nfor.\r\n\r\n\"Yes, for you; do you know anything about the negro, apparently a\r\ncripple, aboard here? Is he, or is he not, what he seems to be?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah, poor Guinea! have you, too, been distrusted? you, upon whom nature\r\nhas placarded the evidence of your claims?\"\r\n\r\n\"Then you do really know him, and he is quite worthy? It relieves me to\r\nhear it--much relieves me. Come, let us go find him, and see what can be\r\ndone.\"\r\n\r\n\"Another instance that confidence may come too late. I am sorry to say\r\nthat at the last landing I myself--just happening to catch sight of him\r\non the gangway-plank--assisted the cripple ashore. No time to talk, only\r\nto help. He may not have told you, but he has a brother in that\r\nvicinity.\r\n\r\n\"Really, I regret his going without my seeing him again; regret it,\r\nmore, perhaps, than you can readily think. You see, shortly after\r\nleaving St. Louis, he was on the forecastle, and there, with many\r\nothers, I saw him, and put trust in him; so much so, that, to convince\r\nthose who did not, I, at his entreaty, went in search of you, you being\r\none of several individuals he mentioned, and whose personal appearance\r\nhe more or less described, individuals who he said would willingly speak\r\nfor him. But, after diligent search, not finding you, and catching no\r\nglimpse of any of the others he had enumerated, doubts were at last\r\nsuggested; but doubts indirectly originating, as I can but think, from\r\nprior distrust unfeelingly proclaimed by another. Still, certain it is,\r\nI began to suspect.\"\r\n\r\n\"Ha, ha, ha!\"\r\n\r\nA sort of laugh more like a groan than a laugh; and yet, somehow, it\r\nseemed intended for a laugh.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJRZWG3FSC5TH74ZQCTD","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK9A3FG6GCSCWHC5JAAYW","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:58.640Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:06.584Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}