{"id":"01KG8AKVTSEXNVK9KDNKPS145E","cid":"bafkreiedwinimad6vhtw3v7bihuki4mloigo2edodnh5jm522ezbaxizlm","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2914,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.838Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":2844,"text":"CHAPTER XV.\r\nTHE MELANCHOLY STATE OF HIS WARDROBE\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd now that I have been speaking of the captain’s old clothes, I may\r\nas well speak of mine.\r\n\r\nIt was very early in the month of June that we sailed; and I had\r\ngreatly rejoiced that it was that time of the year; for it would be\r\nwarm and pleasant upon the ocean, I thought; and my voyage would be\r\nlike a summer excursion to the sea shore, for the benefit of the salt\r\nwater, and a change of scene and society.\r\n\r\nSo I had not given myself much concern about what I should wear; and\r\ndeemed it wholly unnecessary to provide myself with a great outfit of\r\npilot-cloth jackets, and browsers, and Guernsey frocks, and oil-skin\r\nsuits, and sea-boots, and many other things, which old seamen carry in\r\ntheir chests. But one reason was, that I did not have the money to buy\r\nthem with, even if I had wanted to. So in addition to the clothes I had\r\nbrought from home, I had only bought a red shirt, a tarpaulin hat, and\r\na belt and knife, as I have previously related, which gave me a sea\r\noutfit, something like the Texan rangers’, whose uniform, they say,\r\nconsists of a shirt collar and a pair of spurs.\r\n\r\nBut I was not many days at sea, when I found that my shore clothing, or\r\n_“long togs,”_ as the sailors call them, were but ill adapted to the\r\nlife I now led. When I went aloft, at my yard-arm gymnastics, my\r\npantaloons were all the time ripping and splitting in every direction,\r\nparticularly about the seat, owing to their not being cut\r\nsailor-fashion, with low waistbands, and to wear without suspenders. So\r\nthat I was often placed in most unpleasant predicaments, straddling the\r\nrigging, sometimes in plain sight of the cabin, with my table linen\r\nexposed in the most inelegant and ungentlemanly manner possible.\r\n\r\nAnd worse than all, my best pair of pantaloons, and the pair I most\r\nprided myself upon, was a very conspicuous and remarkable looking pair.\r\n\r\nI had had them made to order by our village tailor, a little fat man,\r\nvery thin in the legs, and who used to say he imported the latest\r\nfashions direct from Paris; though all the fashion plates in his shop\r\nwere very dirty with fly-marks.\r\n\r\nWell, this tailor made the pantaloons I speak of, and while he had them\r\nin hand, I used to call and see him two or three times a day to try\r\nthem on, and hurry him forward; for he was an old man with large round\r\nspectacles, and could not see very well, and had no one to help him but\r\na sick wife, with five grandchildren to take care of; and besides that,\r\nhe was such a great snuff-taker, that it interfered with his business;\r\nfor he took several pinches for every stitch, and would sit snuffing\r\nand blowing his nose over my pantaloons, till I used to get disgusted\r\nwith him. Now, this old tailor had shown me the pattern, after which he\r\nintended to make my pantaloons; but I improved upon it, and bade him\r\nhave a slit on the outside of each leg, at the foot, to button up with\r\na row of six brass bell buttons; for a grown-up cousin of mine, who was\r\na great sportsman, used to wear a beautiful pair of pantaloons, made\r\nprecisely in that way.\r\n\r\nAnd these were the very pair I now had at sea; the sailors made a great\r\ndeal of fun of them, and were all the time calling on each other to\r\n“twig” them; and they would ask me to lend them a button or two, by way\r\nof a joke; and then they would ask me if I was not a soldier. Showing\r\nvery plainly that they had no idea that my pantaloons were a very\r\ngenteel pair, made in the height of the sporting fashion, and copied\r\nfrom my cousin’s, who was a young man of fortune and drove a tilbury.\r\n\r\nWhen my pantaloons ripped and tore, as I have said, I did my best to\r\nmend and patch them; but not being much of a sempstress, the more I\r\npatched the more they parted; because I put my patches on, without\r\nheeding the joints of the legs, which only irritated my poor pants the\r\nmore, and put them out of temper.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQ1DMX9VNTDKPDXH8YQ1","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKVTVPTC31C9FW97B1GCE","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.265Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:26.655Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}