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Never did he leave the body; and at last, slowly going\r\nround it thrice, he laid him down; close nestled; and noiselessly\r\nexpired.\r\n\r\nThe king’s injunctions were remembered; and one vault received them\r\nboth.\r\n\r\nMoon followed moon; and wrought upon by jeers and taunts, the people of\r\nthe isle became greatly scandalized, that a base-born baboon should\r\nshare the shroud of their departed lord; though they themselves had\r\ntucked in the aged AEneas fast by the side of his Achates.\r\n\r\nThey straight resolved, to build another vault; and over it, a lofty\r\ncairn; and thither carry the remains they reverenced.\r\n\r\nBut at the disinterring, a sad perplexity arose. For lo surpassing Saul\r\nand Jonathan, not even in decay were these fast friends divided. So\r\nmingled every relic,—ilium and ulna, carpus and metacarpus;—and so\r\nsimilar the corresponding parts, that like the literary remains of\r\nBeaumont and of Fletcher, which was which, no spectacles could tell.\r\nTherefore, they desisted; lest the towering monument they had reared,\r\nmight commemorate an ape, and not a king.\r\n\r\nSuch the narration; hearing which, my lord Media kept stately silence.\r\nBut in courtly phrase, as beseemed him, Babbalanja, turban in hand,\r\nthus spoke:—\r\n\r\n“My concern is extreme, King Yoky, at the embarrassment into which your\r\nisland is thrown. Nor less my grief, that I myself am not the man, to\r\nput an end to it. I could weep that Comparative Anatomists are not so\r\nnumerous now, as hereafter they assuredly must become; when their\r\nservices shall be in greater request; when, at the last, last day of\r\nall, millions of noble and ignoble spirits will loudly clamor for lost\r\nskeletons; when contending claimants shall start up for one poor,\r\ncarious spine; and, dog-like, we shall quarrel over our own bones.”\r\n\r\nThen entered dwarf-stewards, and major-domos; aloft bearing twisted\r\nantlers; all hollowed out in goblets, grouped; announcing dinner.\r\n\r\nLoving not, however, to dine with misshapen Mardians, King Media was\r\nloth to move. But Babbalanja, quoting the old proverb—“Strike me in the\r\nface, but refuse not my yams,” induced him to sacrifice his\r\nfastidiousness.\r\n\r\nSo, under a flourish of ram-horn bugles, court and company proceeded to\r\nthe banquet.\r\n\r\nCentral was a long, dislocated trunk of a wild Banian; like a huge\r\ncentipede crawling on its hundred branches, sawn of even lengths for\r\nlegs. This table was set out with wry-necked gourds; deformities of\r\ncalabashes; and shapeless trenchers, dug out of knotty woods.\r\n\r\nThe first course was shrimp-soup, served in great clampshells; the\r\nsecond, lobsters, cuttle-fish, crabs, cockles, cray-fish; the third,\r\nhunchbacked roots of the Taro-plant—plantains, perversely curling at\r\nthe end, like the inveterate tails of pertinacious pigs; and for\r\ndessert, ill-shaped melons, huge as idiots’ heads, plainly suffering\r\nfrom water in the brain.\r\n\r\nNow these viands were commended to the favorable notice of all guests;\r\nnot only for their delicacy of flavor, but for their symmetry.\r\n\r\nAnd in the intervals of the courses, we were bored with hints to admire\r\nnumerous objects of vertu: bow-legged stools of mangrove wood; zig-zag\r\nrapiers of bone; armlets of grampus-vertebrae; outlandish tureens of\r\nthe callipees of terrapin; and cannakins of the skulls of baboons.\r\n\r\nThe banquet over, with many congees, we withdrew.\r\n\r\nReturning to the water-side, we passed a field, where dwarfs were\r\nlaboring in beds of yams, heaping the soil around the roots, by\r\nscratching it backward; as a dog.\r\n\r\nAll things in readiness, Yoky’s valet, a tri-armed dwarf, treated us to\r\na glorious start, by giving each canoe a vigorous triple-push, crying,\r\n“away with ye, monsters!”\r\n\r\nNor must it be omitted that just previous to embarking, Vee-Vee, spying\r\na curious looking stone, turned it over, and found a snake.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"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":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.258Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:27.280Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}