{"id":"01KG8AKSEMKXFQ2BYV4QJGY54S","cid":"bafkreiec4za3aj3h2xpf5ma7s3uinbyircmqim5ih5r45t3mlv7icwjqty","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":10455,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":10373,"text":"CHAPTER LXXV.\r\nThey Visit The Palmy King Abrazza\r\n\r\n\r\nNight and morn departed; and in the afternoon, we drew nigh to an\r\nisland, overcast with shadows; a shower was falling; and pining,\r\nplaintive notes forth issued from the groves: half-suppressed, and\r\nsobbing whisperings of leaves. The shore sloped to the water; thither\r\nour prows were pointed.\r\n\r\n“Sheer off! no landing here,” cried Media, “let us gain the sunny side;\r\nand like the care-free bachelor Abrazza, who here is king, turn our\r\nback on the isle’s shadowy side, and revel in its morning-meads.”\r\n\r\n“And lord Abrazza:—who is he?” asked Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“The one hundred and twentieth in lineal descent from Phipora,” said\r\nMohi; “and connected on the maternal side to the lord seigniors of\r\nKlivonia. His uttermost uncle was nephew to the niece of Queen\r\nZmiglandi; who flourished so long since, she wedded at the first\r\nTransit of Venus. His pedigree is endless.”\r\n\r\n“But who is lord Abrazza?”\r\n\r\n“Has he not said?” answered Babbalanja. “Why so dull?—Uttermost nephew\r\nto him, who was nephew to the niece of the peerless Queen Zmiglandi;\r\nand the one hundred and twentieth in descent from the illustrious\r\nPhipora.”\r\n\r\n“Will none tell, who Abrazza is?”\r\n\r\n“Can not a man then, be described by running off the catalogue of his\r\nancestors?” said Babbalanja. “Or must we e’en descend to himself. Then,\r\nlisten, dull Yoomy! and know that lord Abrazza is six feet two: plump\r\nthighs; blue eyes; and brown hair; likes his bread-fruit baked, not\r\nroasted; sometimes carries filberts in his crown: and has a way of\r\nwinking when he speaks. His teeth are good.”\r\n\r\n“Are you publishing some decamped burglar,” said Media, “that you speak\r\nthus of my royal friend, the lord Abrazza? Go on, sir! and say he\r\nreigns sole king of Bonovona!”\r\n\r\n“My lord, I had not ended. Abrazza, Yoomy, is a fine and florid king:\r\nhigh-fed, and affluent of heart; of speech, mellifluent. And for a\r\nroyalty extremely amiable. He is a sceptered gentleman, who does much\r\ngood. Kind king! in person he gives orders for relieving those, who\r\ndaily dive for pearls, to grace his royal robe; and gasping hard, with\r\nblood-shot eyes, come up from shark-infested depths, and fainting, lay\r\ntheir treasure at his feet. Sweet lord Abrazza! how he pities those,\r\nwho in his furthest woodlands day-long toil to do his bidding. Yet\r\nking-philosopher, he never weeps; but pities with a placid smile; and\r\nthat but seldom.”\r\n\r\n“There seems much iron in your blood,” said Media. “But say your say.”\r\n\r\n“Say I not truth, my lord? Abrazza, I admire. Save his royal pity all\r\nelse is jocund round him. He loves to live for life’s own sake. He vows\r\nhe’ll have no cares; and often says, in pleasant reveries,— ‘Sure, my\r\nlord Abrazza, if any one should be care-free, ’tis thou; who strike\r\ndown none, but pity all the fallen!’ Yet none he lifteth up.”\r\n\r\nAt length we gained the sunny side, and shoreward tended. Vee-Vee’s\r\nhorn was sonorous; and issuing from his golden groves, my lord Abrazza,\r\nlike a host that greets you on the threshold, met us, as we keeled the\r\nbeach.\r\n\r\n“Welcome! fellow demi-god, and king! Media, my pleasant guest!”\r\n\r\nHis servitors salamed; his chieftains bowed; his yeoman-guard, in\r\nmeadow-green, presented palm-stalks,—royal tokens; and hand in hand,\r\nthe nodding, jovial, regal friends, went up a lane of salutations;\r\ndragging behind, a train of envyings.\r\n\r\nMuch we marked Abrazza’s jeweled crown; that shot no honest blaze of\r\nruddy rubies; nor looked stern-white like Media’s pearls; but cast a\r\ngreen and yellow glare; rays from emeralds, crossing rays from many a\r\ntopaz. In those beams, so sinister, all present looked cadaverous:\r\nAbrazza’s cheek alone beamed bright, but hectic.\r\n\r\nUpon its fragrant mats a spacious hall received the kings; and\r\ngathering courtiers blandly bowed; and gushing with soft flatteries,\r\nbreathed idol-incense round them.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJW0186C2NEJ6H76NW8BS","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKSESC114VW7HXQ2HEM3N","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.828Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:27.851Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}