{"id":"01KG8AKS6ETMSCZMGD4JRZF2F4","cid":"bafkreia3h4f7f2xd3hut5ynp2dnwvjxkdqbnvynlcuj3dw2rupd6kfp35y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1181,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.838Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":1103,"text":"CHAPTER VI.\r\nHE IS INITIATED IN THE BUSINESS OF CLEANING OUT THE PIG-PEN, AND\r\nSLUSHING DOWN THE TOP-MAST\r\n\r\n\r\nBy the time I got back to the ship, every thing was in an uproar. The\r\npea-jacket man was there, ordering about a good many men in the\r\nrigging, and people were bringing off chickens, and pigs, and beef, and\r\nvegetables from the shore. Soon after, another man, in a striped calico\r\nshirt, a short blue jacket and beaver hat, made his appearance, and\r\nwent to ordering about the man in the big pea-jacket; and at last the\r\ncaptain came up the side, and began to order about both of them.\r\n\r\nThese two men turned out to be the first and second mates of the ship.\r\n\r\nThinking to make friends with the second mate, I took out an old\r\ntortoise-shell snuff-box of my father’s, in which I had put a piece of\r\nCavendish tobacco, to look sailor-like, and offered the box to him very\r\npolitely. He stared at me a moment, and then exclaimed, “Do you think\r\nwe take snuff aboard here, youngster? no, no, no time for snuff-taking\r\nat sea; don’t let the ‘old man’ see that snuff-box; take my advice and\r\npitch it overboard as quick as you can.”\r\n\r\nI told him it was not snuff, but tobacco; when he said, he had plenty\r\nof tobacco of his own, and never carried any such nonsense about him as\r\na tobacco-box. With that, he went off about his business, and left me\r\nfeeling foolish enough. But I had reason to be glad he had acted thus,\r\nfor if he had not, I think I should have offered my box to the chief\r\nmate, who in that case, from what I afterward learned of him, would\r\nhave knocked me down, or done something else equally uncivil.\r\n\r\nAs I was standing looking round me, the chief mate approached in a\r\ngreat hurry about something, and seeing me in his way, cried out,\r\n“Ashore with you, you young loafer! There’s no stealings here; sail\r\naway, I tell you, with that shooting-jacket!”\r\n\r\nUpon this I retreated, saying that I was going out in the ship as a\r\nsailor.\r\n\r\n“A sailor!” he cried, “a barber’s clerk, you mean; _you_ going out in\r\nthe ship? what, in that jacket? Hang me, I hope the old man hasn’t been\r\nshipping any more greenhorns like you—he’ll make a shipwreck of it if\r\nhe has. But this is the way nowadays; to save a few dollars in seamen’s\r\nwages, they think nothing of shipping a parcel of farmers and\r\nclodhoppers and baby-boys. What’s your name, Pillgarlic?”\r\n\r\n“Redburn,” said I.\r\n\r\n“A pretty handle to a man, that; scorch you to take hold of it; haven’t\r\nyou got any other?”\r\n\r\n“Wellingborough,” said I.\r\n\r\n“Worse yet. Who had the baptizing of ye? Why didn’t they call you Jack,\r\nor Jill, or something short and handy. But I’ll baptize you over again.\r\nD’ye hear, sir, henceforth your name is _Buttons._ And now do you go,\r\nButtons, and clean out that pig-pen in the long-boat; it has not been\r\ncleaned out since last voyage. And bear a hand about it, d’ye hear;\r\nthere’s them pigs there waiting to be put in; come, be off about it,\r\nnow.”\r\n\r\nWas this then the beginning of my sea-career? set to cleaning out a\r\npig-pen, the very first thing?\r\n\r\nBut I thought it best to say nothing; I had bound myself to obey\r\norders, and it was too late to retreat. So I only asked for a shovel,\r\nor spade, or something else to work with.\r\n\r\n“We don’t dig gardens here,” was the reply; “dig it out with your\r\nteeth!”\r\n\r\nAfter looking round, I found a stick and went to scraping out the pen,\r\nwhich was awkward work enough, for another boat called the\r\n“jolly-boat,” was capsized right over the longboat, which brought them\r\nalmost close together. These two boats were in the middle of the deck.\r\nI managed to crawl inside of the long-boat; and after barking my shins\r\nagainst the seats, and bumping my head a good many times, I got along\r\nto the stern, where the pig-pen was.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNGCYWZY24VXK8QHSV64","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKS6ET025GK1BSNSSQHCS","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.566Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:24.667Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}