{"id":"01KG8AKVQ0RCSNQRBZXXNCR2MB","cid":"bafkreihopdhumwho5ykvgfwkzpxggxovvo46k5uuxhmnds4xbp2ieckvou","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7908,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.842Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":7840,"text":"CHAPTER XLI.\r\nREDBURN ROVES ABOUT HITHER AND THITHER\r\n\r\n\r\nI do not know that any other traveler would think it worth while to\r\nmention such a thing; but the fact is, that during the summer months in\r\nLiverpool, the days are exceedingly lengthy; and the first evening I\r\nfound myself walking in the twilight after nine o’clock, I tried to\r\nrecall my astronomical knowledge, in order to account satisfactorily\r\nfor so curious a phenomenon. But the days in summer, and the nights in\r\nwinter, are just as long in Liverpool as at Cape Horn; for the latitude\r\nof the two places very nearly corresponds.\r\n\r\nThese Liverpool days, however, were a famous thing for me; who,\r\nthereby, was enabled after my day’s work aboard the Highlander, to\r\nramble about the town for several hours. After I had visited all the\r\nnoted places I could discover, of those marked down upon my father’s\r\nmap, I began to extend my rovings indefinitely; forming myself into a\r\ncommittee of one, to investigate all accessible parts of the town;\r\nthough so many years have elapsed, ere I have thought of bringing in my\r\nreport.\r\n\r\nThis was a great delight to me: for wherever I have been in the world,\r\nI have always taken a vast deal of lonely satisfaction in wandering\r\nabout, up and down, among out-of-the-way streets and alleys, and\r\nspeculating upon the strangers I have met. Thus, in Liverpool I used to\r\npace along endless streets of dwelling-houses, looking at the names on\r\nthe doors, admiring the pretty faces in the windows, and invoking a\r\npassing blessing upon the chubby children on the door-steps. I was\r\nstared at myself, to be sure: but what of that? We must give and take\r\non such occasions. In truth, I and my shooting-jacket produced quite a\r\nsensation in Liverpool: and I have no doubt, that many a father of a\r\nfamily went home to his children with a curious story, about a\r\nwandering phenomenon they had encountered, traversing the side-walks\r\nthat day. In the words of the old song, _“I cared for nobody, no not I,\r\nand nobody cared for me.”_ I stared my fill with impunity, and took all\r\nstares myself in good part.\r\n\r\nOnce I was standing in a large square, gaping at a splendid chariot\r\ndrawn up at a portico. The glossy horses quivered with good-living, and\r\nso did the sumptuous calves of the gold-laced coachman and footmen in\r\nattendance. I was particularly struck with the red cheeks of these men:\r\nand the many evidences they furnished of their enjoying this meal with\r\na wonderful relish.\r\n\r\nWhile thus standing, I all at once perceived, that the objects of my\r\ncuriosity, were making me an object of their own; and that they were\r\ngazing at me, as if I were some unauthorized intruder upon the British\r\nsoil. Truly, they had reason: for when I now think of the figure I must\r\nhave cut in those days, I only marvel that, in my many strolls, my\r\npassport was not a thousand times demanded.\r\n\r\nNevertheless, I was only a forlorn looking mortal among tens of\r\nthousands of rags and tatters. For in some parts of the town, inhabited\r\nby laborers, and poor people generally; I used to crowd my way through\r\nmasses of squalid men, women, and children, who at this evening hour,\r\nin those quarters of Liverpool, seem to empty themselves into the\r\nstreet, and live there for the time. I had never seen any thing like it\r\nin New York. Often, I witnessed some curious, and many very sad scenes;\r\nand especially I remembered encountering a pale, ragged man, rushing\r\nalong frantically, and striving to throw off his wife and children, who\r\nclung to his arms and legs; and, in God’s name, conjured him not to\r\ndesert them. He seemed bent upon rushing down to the water, and\r\ndrowning himself, in some despair, and craziness of wretchedness. In\r\nthese haunts, beggary went on before me wherever I walked, and dogged\r\nme unceasingly at the heels. Poverty, poverty, poverty, in almost\r\nendless vistas: and want and woe staggered arm in arm along these\r\nmiserable streets.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJS9XB90CSQV2ZADZDR2R","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKVQ88DEYFXGKWAZ7SB2X","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.144Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:31.820Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}