{"id":"01KG8AKR72VH9EXXZATEDE3EF4","cid":"bafkreidv2xfo5zcej2jcnb3ii25efx4az66rpcoq3dikgtgj76clv6yxx4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":9678,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":9592,"text":"CHAPTER LXX.\r\nThey Land At Hooloomooloo\r\n\r\n\r\n“Keep all three prows, for yonder rock.” cried Media; “No sadness on\r\nthis merry morn! And now for the Isle of Cripples,—even Hooloomooloo.”\r\n\r\n“The Isle of Cripples?”\r\n\r\n“Ay; why not? Mohi, tell how they came to club.” In substance, this was\r\nthe narration.\r\n\r\nAverse to the barbarous custom of destroying at birth all infants not\r\nsymmetrically formed; but equally desirous of removing from their sight\r\nthose unfortunate beings; the islanders of a neighboring group had long\r\nago established an asylum for cripples; where they lived, subject to\r\ntheir own regulations; ruled by a king of their own election; in short,\r\nforming a distinct class of beings by themselves.\r\n\r\nOne only restriction was placed upon them: on no account must they quit\r\nthe isle assigned them. And to the surrounding islanders, so unpleasant\r\nthe sight of a distorted mortal, that a stranger landing at\r\nHooloomooloo, was deemed a prodigy. Wherefore, respecting any knowledge\r\nof aught beyond them, the cripples were well nigh as isolated, as if\r\nHooloomooloo was the only terra-firma extant.\r\n\r\nDwelling in a community of their own, these unfortunates, who otherwise\r\nhad remained few in number, increased and multiplied greatly. Nor did\r\nsuccessive generations improve in symmetry upon those preceding them.\r\n\r\nSoon, we drew nigh to the isle.\r\n\r\nHeaped up, and jagged with rocks; and, here and there, covered with\r\ndwarfed, twisted thickets, it seemed a fit place for its denizens.\r\n\r\nLanding, we were surrounded by a heterogeneous mob; and thus escorted,\r\ntook our way inland, toward the abode of their lord, King Yoky.\r\n\r\nWhat a scene!\r\n\r\nHere, helping himself along with two crotched roots, hobbled a dwarf\r\nwithout legs; another stalked before, one arm fixed in the air, like a\r\nlightning rod; a third, more active than any, seal-like, flirted a pair\r\nof flippers, and went skipping along; a fourth hopped on a solitary\r\npin, at every bound, spinning round like a top, to gaze; while still\r\nanother, furnished with feelers or fins, rolled himself up in a ball,\r\nbowling over the ground in advance.\r\n\r\nWith curious instinct, the blind stuck close to our side; with their\r\nchattering finger, the deaf and the dumb described angles, obtuse and\r\nacute in the air; and like stones rolling down rocky ravines, scores of\r\nstammerers stuttered. Discord wedded deformity. All asses’ brays were\r\nnow harmonious memories; all Calibans, as angels.\r\n\r\nYet for every stare we gave them, three stares they gave us.\r\n\r\nAt last, we halted before a tenement of rude stones; crooked Banian\r\nboughs its rafters, thatched with fantastic leaves. So rambling and\r\nirregular its plan, it seemed thrown up by the eruption, according to\r\nsage Mohi, the origin of the isle itself.\r\n\r\nEntering, we saw King Yoky.\r\n\r\nAh! sadly lacking was he, in all the requisites of an efficient ruler.\r\nDeaf and dumb he was; and save arms, minus every thing but an\r\nindispensable trunk and head. So huge his all-comprehensive mouth, it\r\nseemed to swallow up itself.\r\n\r\nBut shapeless, helpless as was Yoky,—as king of Hooloomooloo, he was\r\ncompetent; the state being a limited monarchy, of which his Highness\r\nwas but the passive and ornamental head.\r\n\r\nAs his visitors advanced, he fell to gossiping with his fingers: a\r\nservitor interpreting. Very curious to note the rapidity with which\r\nmotion was translated into sound; and the simultaneousness with which\r\nmeaning made its way through four successive channels to the mind—hand,\r\nsight, voice, and tympanum.\r\n\r\nMuch amazement His Highness now expressed; horrified his glances.\r\n\r\n“Why club such frights as ye? Herd ye, to keep in countenance; or are\r\nafraid of your own hideousness, that ye dread to go alone? Monsters!\r\nspeak.”\r\n\r\n“Great Oro!” cried Mohi, “are we then taken for cripples, by the very\r\nKing of the Cripples? My lord, are not our legs and arms all right?”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJVZ99STEZQP1V4GQ7HH8","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKRWTPZA0PEKRY7KDGRPV","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.562Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:27.149Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}