{"id":"01KG8AKS64EQVH55WMV9PXQHJ2","cid":"bafkreih4spkxrm2qtcebycekahujyh7v7wubyhxr5g3rs26af75itsox3e","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12407,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.846Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":12332,"text":"CHAPTER LXII.\r\nTHE LAST THAT WAS EVER HEARD OF HARRY BOLTON\r\n\r\n\r\nThat same afternoon, I took my comrade down to the Battery; and we sat\r\non one of the benches, under the summer shade of the trees.\r\n\r\nIt was a quiet, beautiful scene; full of promenading ladies and\r\ngentlemen; and through the foliage, so fresh and bright, we looked out\r\nover the bay, varied with glancing ships; and then, we looked down to\r\nour boots; and thought what a fine world it would be, if we only had a\r\nlittle money to enjoy it. But that’s the everlasting rub—oh, who can\r\ncure an empty pocket?\r\n\r\n“I have no doubt, Goodwell will take care of you, Harry,” said I, “he’s\r\na fine, good-hearted fellow; and will do his best for you, I know.”\r\n\r\n“No doubt of it,” said Harry, looking hopeless.\r\n\r\n“And I need not tell you, Harry, how sorry I am to leave you so soon.”\r\n\r\n“And I am sorry enough myself,” said Harry, looking very sincere.\r\n\r\n“But I will be soon back again, I doubt not,” said I.\r\n\r\n“Perhaps so,” said Harry, shaking his head. “How far is it off?”\r\n\r\n“Only a hundred and eighty miles,” said I.\r\n\r\n“A hundred and eighty miles!” said Harry, drawing the words out like an\r\nendless ribbon. “Why, I couldn’t walk that in a month.”\r\n\r\n“Now, my dear friend,” said I, “take my advice, and while I am gone,\r\nkeep up a stout heart; never despair, and all will be well.”\r\n\r\nBut notwithstanding all I could say to encourage him, Harry felt so\r\nbad, that nothing would do, but a rush to a neighboring bar, where we\r\nboth gulped down a glass of ginger-pop; after which we felt better.\r\n\r\nHe accompanied me to the steamboat, that was to carry me homeward; he\r\nstuck close to my side, till she was about to put off; then, standing\r\non the wharf, he shook me by the hand, till we almost counteracted the\r\nplay of the paddles; and at last, with a mutual jerk at the arm-pits,\r\nwe parted. I never saw Harry again.\r\n\r\nI pass over the reception I met with at home; how I plunged into\r\nembraces, long and loving:—I pass over this; and will conclude _my\r\nfirst voyage_ by relating all I know of what overtook Harry Bolton.\r\n\r\nCircumstances beyond my control, detained me at home for several weeks;\r\nduring which, I wrote to my friend, without receiving an answer.\r\n\r\nI then wrote to young Goodwell, who returned me the following letter,\r\nnow spread before me.\r\n\r\n_“Dear Redburn—Your poor friend, Harry, I can not find any where. After\r\nyou left, he called upon me several times, and we walked out together;\r\nand my interest in him increased every day. But you don’t know how dull\r\nare the times here, and what multitudes of young men, well qualified,\r\nare seeking employment in counting-houses. I did my best; but could not\r\nget Harry a place. However, I cheered him. But he grew more and more\r\nmelancholy, and at last told me, that he had sold all his clothes but\r\nthose on his back to pay his board. I offered to loan him a few\r\ndollars, but he would not receive them. I called upon him two or three\r\ntimes after this, but he was not in; at last, his landlady told me that\r\nhe had permanently left her house the very day before. Upon my\r\nquestioning her closely, as to where he had gone, she answered, that\r\nshe did not know, but from certain hints that had dropped from our poor\r\nfriend, she feared he had gone on a whaling voyage. I at once went to\r\nthe offices in South-street, where men are shipped for the Nantucket\r\nwhalers, and made inquiries among them; but without success. And this,_\r\nI _am heartily grieved to say, is all I know of our friend. I can not\r\nbelieve that his melancholy could bring him to the insanity of throwing\r\nhimself away in a whaler; and I still think, that he must be somewhere\r\nin the city. You must come down yourself, and help me seek him out.”_\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJTW2H0E8WVGKT405WFET","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKS66WGKN5QTXBTM9644Z","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.556Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:35.948Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}