{"id":"01KG8AKRMVP0PNKCP93Z1NF69R","cid":"bafkreiculqi37v3tmqjheryhwtelucpxghus7jkds4ii6eokp57llt7wmq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6126,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.927Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":6054,"text":"CHAPTER XLIV.\r\nThrough Dominora, They Wander After Yillah\r\n\r\n\r\nAt last, withdrawing from the presence of King Bello, we went forth,\r\nstill intent on our search.\r\n\r\nMany brave sights we saw. Fair fields; the whole island a garden; green\r\nhedges all round; neat lodges, thick as white mice in the landscape;\r\nold oak woods, hale and hearty as ever; old temples buried in ivy; old\r\nshrines of old heroes, deep buried in broad groves of bay trees; old\r\nrivers laden down with heavy-freighted canoes; humped hills, like\r\ndroves of camels, piled up with harvests; every sign and token of a\r\nglorious abundance, every sign and token of generations of renown. Rare\r\nsight! fine sight! none rarer, none finer in Mardi.\r\n\r\nBut roving on through this ravishing region, we passed through a corn-\r\nfield in full beard, where a haggard old reaper laid down his hook,\r\nbeseeching charity for the sake of the gods.—“Bread, bread! or I die\r\nmid these sheaves!”\r\n\r\n“Thrash out your grain, and want not.”\r\n\r\n“Alas, masters, this grain is not mine; I plough, I sow, I reap, I\r\nbind, I stack,—Lord Primo garners.”\r\n\r\nRambling on, we came to a hamlet, hidden in a hollow; and beneath\r\nweeping willows saw many mournful maidens seated on a bank; beside\r\neach, a wheel that was broken. “Lo, we starve,” they cried, “our\r\ndistaffs are snapped; no more may we weave and spin!”\r\n\r\nThen forth issued from vaults clamorous crowds of men, hands tied to\r\ntheir backs.—“Bread! Bread!” they cried. “The magician hath turned us\r\nout from our glen, where we labored of yore in the days of the merry\r\nGreen Queen. He has pinioned us hip and arm that we starve. Like sheep\r\nwe die off with the rot.—Curse on the magician. A curse on his spell.”\r\n\r\nBending our steps toward the glen, roaring down the rocks we descried a\r\nstream from the mountains. But ere those waters gained the sea, vassal\r\ntribute they rendered. Conducted through culverts and moats, they\r\nturned great wheels, giving life to ten thousand fangs and fingers,\r\nwhose gripe no power could withstand, yet whose touch was soft as the\r\nvelvet paw of a kitten. With brute force, they heaved down great\r\nweights, then daintily wove and spun; like the trunk of the elephant,\r\nwhich lays lifeless a river-horse, and counts the pulses of a moth. On\r\nall sides, the place seemed alive with its spindles. Round and round,\r\nround and round; throwing off wondrous births at every revolving;\r\nceaseless as the cycles that circle in heaven. Loud hummed the loom,\r\nflew the shuttle like lightning, red roared the grim forge, rung anvil\r\nand sledge; yet no mortal was seen.\r\n\r\n“What ho, magician! Come forth from thy cave!”\r\n\r\nBut all deaf were the spindles, as the mutes, that mutely wait on the\r\nSultan.\r\n\r\n“Since we are born, we will live!” so we read on a crimson banner,\r\nflouting the crimson clouds, in the van of a riotous red-bonneted mob,\r\nracing by us as we came from the glen. Many more followed: black, or\r\nblood-stained:—.\r\n\r\n“Mardi is man’s!”\r\n\r\n“Down with landholders!”\r\n\r\n“Our turn now!”\r\n\r\n“Up rights! Down wrongs!”\r\n\r\n“Bread! Bread!”\r\n\r\n“Take the tide, ere it turns!”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJSXQK2Q0WA8XGM6PX3FX","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKS9EHM31YWRBK0E8AH7E","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.003Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:24.531Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}