{"id":"01KG8AKT011FF05S9XNDX94295","cid":"bafkreich3t2gsmf62ka2z3jwdtbfguz6ou4oi4dgaexfd23ygf5a2gbrnq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7443,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.927Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":7364,"text":"CHAPTER LIII.\r\nThey Draw Nigh Unto Land\r\n\r\n\r\nIn good time, after many days sailing, we snuffed the land from afar,\r\nand came to a great country, full of inland mountains, north and south\r\nstretching far out of sight. “All hail, Kolumbo!” cried Yoomy.\r\n\r\nCoasting by a portion of it, which Mohi called Kanneeda, a province of\r\nKing Bello’s, we perceived the groves rocking in the wind; their\r\nflexible boughs bending like bows; and the leaves flying forth, and\r\ndarkening the landscape, like flocks of pigeons.\r\n\r\n“Those groves must soon fall,” said Mohi.\r\n\r\n“Not so,” said Babbalanja. “My lord, as these violent gusts are formed\r\nby the hostile meeting of two currents, one from over the lagoon, the\r\nother from land; they may be taken as significant of the occasional\r\nvariances between Kanneeda and Dominora.”\r\n\r\n“Ay,” said Media, “and as Mohi hints, the breeze from Dominora must\r\nsoon overthrow the groves of Kanneeda.”\r\n\r\n“Not if the land-breeze holds, my lord;—one breeze oft blows another\r\nhome.—Stand up, and gaze! From cape to cape, this whole main we see, is\r\nyoung and froward. And far southward, past this Kanneeda and Vivenza,\r\nare haughty, overbearing streams, which at their mouths dam back the\r\nocean, and long refuse to mix their freshness with the foreign\r\nbrine:—so bold, so strong, so bent on hurling off aggression is this\r\nbrave main, Kolumbo;—last sought, last found, Mardi’s estate, so long\r\nkept back;—pray Oro, it be not squandered foolishly. Here lie\r\nplantations, held in fee by stout hearts and arms; and boundless\r\nfields, that may be had for seeing. Here, your foes are forests, struck\r\ndown with bloodless maces.—Ho! Mardi’s Poor, and Mardi’s Strong! ye,\r\nwho starve or beg; seventh-sons who slave for earth’s first-born—here\r\nis your home; predestinated yours; Come over, Empire-founders! fathers\r\nof the wedded tribes to come!—abject now, illustrious evermore:—Ho:\r\nSinew, Brawn, and Thigh!”\r\n\r\n“A very fine invocation,” said Media, “now Babbalanja, be seated; and\r\ntell us whether Dominora and the kings of Porpheero do not own some\r\nsmall portion of this great continent, which just now you poetically\r\npronounced as the spoil of any vagabonds who may choose to settle\r\ntherein? Is not Kanneeda, Dominora’s?”\r\n\r\n“And was not Vivenza once Dominora’s also? And what Vivenza now is,\r\nKanneeda soon must be. I speak not, my lord, as wishful of what I say,\r\nbut simply as foreknowing it. The thing must come. Vain for Dominora to\r\nclaim allegiance from all the progeny she spawns. As well might the old\r\npatriarch of the flood reappear, and claim the right of rule over all\r\nmankind, as descended from the loins of his three roving sons.\r\n\r\n“’Tis the old law:—the East peoples the West, the West the East; flux\r\nand reflux. And time may come, after the rise and fall of nations yet\r\nunborn, that, risen from its future ashes, Porpheero shall be the\r\npromised land, and from her surplus hordes Kolumbo people it.”\r\n\r\nStill coasting on, next day, we came to Vivenza; and as Media desired\r\nto land first at a point midway between its extremities, in order to\r\nbehold the convocation of chiefs supposed to be assembled at this\r\nseason, we held on our way, till we gained a lofty ridge, jutting out\r\ninto the lagoon, a bastion to the neighboring land. It terminated in a\r\nlofty natural arch of solid trap. Billows beat against its base. But\r\nabove, waved an inviting copse, wherein was revealed an open temple of\r\ncanes, containing one only image, that of a helmeted female, the\r\ntutelar deity of Vivenza.\r\n\r\nThe canoes drew near.\r\n\r\n“Lo! what inscription is that?” cried Media, “there, chiseled over the\r\narch?”\r\n\r\nStudying those immense hieroglyphics awhile, antiquarian Mohi still\r\neyeing them, said slowly:—“In-this-re-publi-can-land-all-men-are-\r\nborn-free-and-equal.”\r\n\r\n“False!” said Media.\r\n\r\n“And how long stay they so?” said Babbalanja.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJTNSMTWKX1YVY3BYCJQD","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKT06ZAS9C8K6KN5W06F6","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:16.385Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.302Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}