{"id":"01KG8AKKW1DPWMKWENR1WT6T1H","cid":"bafkreiezecadw2ytm4wsofcar4rkvrhv2imourpa4nmmrgaxwxa3nzcvha","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7854,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":7772,"text":"CHAPTER LVII.\r\nThey Hearken Unto A Voice From The Gods\r\n\r\n\r\nNext day we retraced our voyage northward, to visit that section of\r\nVivenza.\r\n\r\nIn due time we landed.\r\n\r\nTo look round was refreshing. Of all the lands we had seen, none looked\r\nmore promising. The groves stood tall and green; the fields spread\r\nflush and broad; the dew of the first morning seemed hardly vanished\r\nfrom the grass. On all sides was heard the fall of waters, the swarming\r\nof bees, and the rejoicing hum of a thriving population.\r\n\r\n“Ha, ha!” laughed Yoomy, “Labor laughs in this land; and claps his\r\nhands in the jubilee groves! methinks that Yillah will yet be found.”\r\n\r\nGenerously entertained, we tarried in this land; till at length, from\r\nover the Lagoon, came full tidings of the eruption we had witnessed in\r\nFranko, with many details. The conflagration had spread through\r\nPorpheero and the kings were to and fro hunted, like malefactors by\r\nblood-hounds; all that part of Mardi was heaving with throes.\r\n\r\nWith the utmost delight, these tidings were welcomed by many; yet\r\nothers heard them with boding concern.\r\n\r\nThose, too, there were, who rejoiced that the kings were cast down; but\r\nmourned that the people themselves stood not firmer. A victory, turned\r\nto no wise and enduring account, said they, is no victory at all. Some\r\nvictories revert to the vanquished.\r\n\r\nBut day by day great crowds ran down to the beach, in wait for canoes\r\nperiodically bringing further intelligence.\r\n\r\nEvery hour new cries startled the air. “Hurrah! another, kingdom is\r\nburnt down to the earth’s edge; another demigod is unhelmed; another\r\nrepublic is dawning. Shake hands, freemen, shake hands! Soon will we\r\nhear of Dominora down in the dust; of hapless Verdanna free as\r\nourselves; all Porpheero’s volcanoes are bursting! Who may withstand\r\nthe people? The times tell terrible tales to tyrants! Ere we die,\r\nfreemen, all Mardi will be free.”\r\n\r\nOverhearing these shouts, Babbalanja thus addressed Media:—“My lord, I\r\ncan not but believe, that these men, are far more excited than those\r\nwith whom they so ardently sympathize. But no wonder. The single\r\ndischarges which are heard in Porpheero; here come condensed in one\r\ntremendous report. Every arrival is a firing off of events by\r\nplatoons.”\r\n\r\nNow, during this tumultuous interval, King Media very prudently kept\r\nhimself exceedingly quiet. He doffed his regalia; and in all things\r\ncarried himself with a dignified discretion. And many hours he absented\r\nhimself; none knowing whither he went, or what his employment.\r\n\r\nSo also with Babbalanja. But still pursuing our search, at last we all\r\njourneyed into a great valley, whose inhabitants were more than\r\ncommonly inflated with the ardor of the times.\r\n\r\nRambling on, we espied a clamorous crowd gathered about a conspicuous\r\npalm, against which, a scroll was fixed.\r\n\r\nThe people were violently agitated; storming out maledictions against\r\nthe insolent knave, who, over night must have fixed there, that\r\nscandalous document. But whoever he may have been, certain it was, he\r\nhad contrived to hood himself effectually.\r\n\r\nAfter much vehement discussion, during which sundry inflammatory\r\nharangues were made from the stumps of trees near by, it was proposed,\r\nthat the scroll should be read aloud, so that all might give ear.\r\n\r\nSeizing it, a fiery youth mounted upon the bowed shoulders of an old\r\nman, his sire; and with a shrill voice, ever and anon interrupted by\r\noutcries, read as follows:—\r\n\r\n“Sovereign-kings of Vivenza! it is fit you should hearken to wisdom.\r\nBut well aware, that you give ear to little wisdom except of your own;\r\nand that as freemen, you are free to hunt down him who dissents from\r\nyour majesties; I deem it proper to address you anonymously.\r\n\r\n“And if it please you, you may ascribe this voice to the gods: for\r\nnever will you trace it to man.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJTP2KTDMNH4M9X9D0N8X","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKKW1N8TE7CPKJGKPNQKZ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:10.113Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.540Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}