{"id":"01KG8AKNJV4EHG83X95226VNVR","cid":"bafkreifqwppegy5gic536fqm5ti4pq7n4ohaxd6t4sqh4yy6mpfpwcpbcu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6452,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:05.591Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","start_line":6373,"text":"CHAPTER XXI.\r\nSAMSON AMONG THE PHILISTINES.\r\n\r\n\r\nAt length, as the ship, gliding on past three or four vessels at anchor\r\nin the roadstead—one, a man-of-war just furling her sails—came nigh\r\nFalmouth town, Israel, from his perch, saw crowds in violent commotion\r\non the shore, while the adjacent roofs were covered with sightseers. A\r\nlarge man-of-war cutter was just landing its occupants, among whom were\r\na corporal’s guard and three officers, besides the naval lieutenant and\r\nboat’s crew. Some of this company having landed, and formed a sort of\r\nlane among the mob, two trim soldiers, armed to the teeth, rose in the\r\nstern-sheets; and between them, a martial man of Patagonian stature,\r\ntheir ragged and handcuffed captive, whose defiant head overshadowed\r\ntheirs, as St. Paul’s dome its inferior steeples. Immediately the mob\r\nraised a shout, pressing in curiosity towards the colossal stranger; so\r\nthat, drawing their swords, four of the soldiers had to force a passage\r\nfor their comrades, who followed on, conducting the giant.\r\n\r\nAs the letter of marque drew still nigher, Israel heard the officer in\r\ncommand of the party ashore shouting, “To the castle! to the castle!”\r\nand so, surrounded by shouting throngs, the company moved on, preceded\r\nby the three drawn swords, ever and anon flourished at the rioters,\r\ntowards a large grim pile on a cliff about a mile from the landing.\r\nLong as they were in sight, the bulky form of the captive was seen at\r\ntimes swayingly towering over the flashing bayonets and cutlasses, like\r\na great whale breaching amid a hostile retinue of sword-fish. Now and\r\nthen, too, with barbaric scorn, he taunted them with cramped gestures\r\nof his manacled hands.\r\n\r\nWhen at last the vessel had gained her anchorage, opposite a distant\r\ndetached warehouse, all was still; and the work of breaking out in the\r\nhold immediately commencing, and continuing till nightfall, absorbed\r\nall further attention for the present.\r\n\r\nNext day was Sunday; and about noon Israel, with others, was allowed to\r\ngo ashore for a stroll. The town was quiet. Seeing nothing very\r\ninteresting there, he passed out, alone, into the fields alongshore,\r\nand presently found himself climbing the cliff whereon stood the grim\r\npile before spoken of.\r\n\r\n“What place is yon?” he asked of a rustic passing.\r\n\r\n“Pendennis Castle.”\r\n\r\nAs he stepped upon the short crisp sward under its walls, he started at\r\na violent sound from within, as of the roar of some tormented lion.\r\nSoon the sound became articulate, and he heard the following words\r\nbayed out with an amazing vigor:\r\n\r\n“Brag no more, Old England; consider you are but an island! Order back\r\nyour broken battalions! home, and repent in ashes! Long enough have\r\nyour hired tories across the sea forgotten the Lord their God, and\r\nbowed down to Howe and Kniphausen—the Hessian!—Hands off, red-skinned\r\njackal! Wearing the king’s plate,[1] as I do, I have treasures of wrath\r\nagainst you British.”\r\n\r\n [1] Meaning, probably, certain manacles.\r\n\r\n\r\nThen came a clanking, as of a chain; many vengeful sounds, all\r\nconfusedly together; with strugglings. Then again the voice:\r\n\r\n“Ye brought me out here, from my dungeon to this green—affronting yon\r\nSabbath sun—to see how a rebel looks. But I show ye how a true\r\ngentleman and Christian can conduct in adversity. Back, dogs! Respect a\r\ngentleman and a Christian, though he _be_ in rags and smell of\r\nbilge-water.”\r\n\r\nFilled with astonishment at these words, which came from over a massive\r\nwall, enclosing what seemed an open parade-space, Israel pressed\r\nforward, and soon came to a black archway, leading far within,\r\nunderneath, to a grassy tract, through a tower. Like two boar’s tusks,\r\ntwo sentries stood on guard at either side of the open jaws of the\r\narch. Scrutinizing our adventurer a moment, they signed him permission\r\nto enter.\r\n\r\nArrived at the end of the arched-way, where the sun shone, Israel stood\r\ntransfixed, at the scene.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJRT3BSKR423BGDM4MS8","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKNJVMNFJK8A2Y731D2KY","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:11.867Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:17.866Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}