{"id":"01KG8AKT5V8DRDMETS9HQB1XQ2","cid":"bafkreig6u3w4tmbmbvc5ldjoqcsyfq5g6g4s2dgbybkkvy5u4smylnzylu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6899,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.842Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":6841,"text":"CHAPTER XXXV.\r\nGALLIOTS, COAST-OF-GUINEA-MAN, AND FLOATING CHAPEL\r\n\r\n\r\nAnother very curious craft often seen in the Liverpool docks, is the\r\nDutch galliot, an old-fashioned looking gentleman, with hollow waist,\r\nhigh prow and stern, and which, seen lying among crowds of tight Yankee\r\ntraders, and pert French brigantines, always reminded me of a cocked\r\nhat among modish beavers.\r\n\r\nThe construction of the galliot has not altered for centuries; and the\r\nnorthern European nations, Danes and Dutch, still sail the salt seas in\r\nthis flat-bottomed salt-cellar of a ship; although, in addition to\r\nthese, they have vessels of a more modern kind.\r\n\r\nThey seldom paint the galliot; but scrape and varnish all its planks\r\nand spars, so that all over it resembles the _“bright side”_ or\r\npolished _streak,_ usually banding round an American ship.\r\n\r\nSome of them are kept scrupulously neat and clean, and remind one of a\r\nwell-scrubbed wooden platter, or an old oak table, upon which much wax\r\nand elbow vigor has been expended. Before the wind, they sail well; but\r\non a bowline, owing to their broad hulls and flat bottoms, they make\r\nleeway at a sad rate.\r\n\r\nEvery day, some strange vessel entered Prince’s Dock; and hardly would\r\nI gaze my fill at some outlandish craft from Surat or the Levant, ere a\r\nstill more outlandish one would absorb my attention.\r\n\r\nAmong others, I remember, was a little brig from the Coast of Guinea.\r\nIn appearance, she was the ideal of a slaver; low, black, clipper-built\r\nabout the bows, and her decks in a state of most piratical disorder.\r\n\r\nShe carried a long, rusty gun, on a swivel, amid-ships; and that gun\r\nwas a curiosity in itself. It must have been some old veteran,\r\ncondemned by the government, and sold for any thing it would fetch. It\r\nwas an antique, covered with half-effaced inscriptions, crowns,\r\nanchors, eagles; and it had two handles near the trunnions, like those\r\nof a tureen. The knob on the breach was fashioned into a dolphin’s\r\nhead; and by a comical conceit, the touch-hole formed the orifice of a\r\nhuman ear; and a stout tympanum it must have had, to have withstood the\r\nconcussions it had heard.\r\n\r\nThe brig, heavily loaded, lay between two large ships in ballast; so\r\nthat its deck was at least twenty feet below those of its neighbors.\r\nThus shut in, its hatchways looked like the entrance to deep vaults or\r\nmines; especially as her men were wheeling out of her hold some kind of\r\nore, which might have been gold ore, so scrupulous were they in evening\r\nthe bushel measures, in which they transferred it to the quay; and so\r\nparticular was the captain, a dark-skinned whiskerando, in a Maltese\r\ncap and tassel, in standing over the sailors, with his pencil and\r\nmemorandum-book in hand.\r\n\r\nThe crew were a buccaneering looking set; with hairy chests, purple\r\nshirts, and arms wildly tattooed. The mate had a wooden leg, and\r\nhobbled about with a crooked cane like a spiral staircase. There was a\r\ndeal of swearing on board of this craft, which was rendered the more\r\nreprehensible when she came to moor alongside the Floating Chapel.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJRKN5YQS3X41WTP2R4PQ","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKT5V8D41R9DNM452Z1M4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:16.571Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:30.686Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}