{"id":"01KG8AKJ9EY1BV21VPVHM5QZM1","cid":"bafkreicjkz76yi5lwrlzvmns3ezey5pcskvrvhv2vbrsese76pnpzvljaa","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2682,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:05.590Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","start_line":2636,"text":"CHAPTER XI.\r\nPAUL JONES IN A REVERIE.\r\n\r\n\r\n“‘God helps them that help themselves.’ That’s a clincher. That’s been\r\nmy experience. But I never saw it in words before. What pamphlet is\r\nthis? ‘Poor Richard,’ hey!”\r\n\r\nUpon entering Israel’s room, Captain Paul, stepping towards the table\r\nand spying the open pamphlet there, had taken it up, his eye being\r\nimmediately attracted to the passage previously marked by our\r\nadventurer.\r\n\r\n“A rare old gentleman is ‘Poor Richard,’” said Israel in response to\r\nPaul’s observations.\r\n\r\n“So he seems, so he seems,” answered Paul, his eye still running over\r\nthe pamphlet again; “why, ‘Poor Richard’ reads very much as Doctor\r\nFranklin speaks.”\r\n\r\n“He wrote it,” said Israel.\r\n\r\n“Aye? Good. So it is, so it is; it’s the wise man all over. I must get\r\nme a copy of this and wear it around my neck for a charm. And now about\r\nour quarters for the night. I am not going to deprive you of your bed,\r\nmy man. Do you go to bed and I will doze in the chair here. It’s good\r\ndozing in the crosstrees.”\r\n\r\n“Why not sleep together?” said Israel; “see, it is a big bed. Or\r\nperhaps you don’t fancy your bed-fellow. Captain?”\r\n\r\n“When, before the mast, I first sailed out of Whitehaven to Norway,”\r\nsaid Paul, coolly, “I had for hammock-mate a full-blooded Congo. We had\r\na white blanket spread in our hammock. Every time I turned in I found\r\nthe Congo’s black wool worked in with the white worsted. By the end of\r\nthe voyage the blanket was of a pepper-and-salt look, like an old man’s\r\nturning head. So it’s not because I am notional at all, but because I\r\ndon’t care to, my lad. Turn in and go to sleep. Let the lamp burn. I’ll\r\nsee to it. There, go to sleep.”\r\n\r\nComplying with what seemed as much a command as a request, Israel,\r\nthough in bed, could not fall into slumber for thinking of the little\r\ncircumstance that this strange swarthy man, flaming with wild\r\nenterprises, sat in full suit in the chair. He felt an uneasy misgiving\r\nsensation, as if he had retired, not only without covering up the fire,\r\nbut leaving it fiercely burning with spitting fagots of hemlock.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJ2100ZTQDZNX24CBV1P","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKJ9ECSYWHPFBREVE8SSC","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:08.494Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.025Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}