{"id":"01KG8AKXGRSPT1W4B9NR7D9VJX","cid":"bafkreigxhrxg3l7xaiy4ozpamih42bdcp77igttbvt5kbsti42qcxa5s4q","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5021,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.149Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","start_line":4947,"text":"CHAPTER XXXVI.\r\nWE ARE CARRIED BEFORE THE CONSUL AND CAPTAIN\r\n\r\n\r\nWe had been inmates of the Calabooza Beretanee about two weeks, when,\r\none morning, Captain Bob, coming from the bath, in a state of utter\r\nnudity, brought into the building an armful of old tappa, and began to\r\ndress to go out.\r\n\r\nThe operation was quite simple. The tappa—of the coarsest kind—was in\r\none long, heavy piece; and, fastening one end to a column of Habiscus\r\nwood supporting the Calabooza, he went off a few paces, and putting the\r\nother about his waist, wound himself right up to the post. This unique\r\ncostume, in rotundity something like a farthingale, added immensely to\r\nhis large hulk; so much so that he fairly waddled in his gait. But he\r\nwas only adhering to the fashion of his fathers; for, in the olden\r\ntime, the “Kihee,” or big girdle, was quite the mode for both sexes.\r\nBob, despising recent innovations, still clung to it. He was a\r\ngentleman of the old school—one of the last of the Kihees.\r\n\r\nHe now told us that he had orders to take us before the consul. Nothing\r\nloth, we formed in procession; and, with the old man at our head,\r\nsighing and labouring like an engine, and flanked by a guard of some\r\ntwenty natives, we started for the village.\r\n\r\nArrived at the consular office, we found Wilson there, and four or five\r\nEuropeans, seated in a row facing us; probably with the view of\r\npresenting as judicial an appearance as possible.\r\n\r\nOn one side was a couch, where Captain Guy reclined. He looked\r\nconvalescent; and, as we found out, intended soon to go aboard his\r\nship. He said nothing, but left everything to the consul.\r\n\r\nThe latter now rose, and, drawing forth a paper from a large roll tied\r\nwith red tape, commenced reading aloud.\r\n\r\nIt purported to be, “the affidavit of John Jennin, first officer of the\r\nBritish Colonial Barque Julia; Guy, Master;” and proved to be a long\r\nstatement of matters, from the time of leaving Sydney, down to our\r\narrival in the harbour. Though artfully drawn up so as to bear hard\r\nagainst every one of us, it was pretty correct in the details;\r\nexcepting that it was wholly silent as to the manifold derelictions of\r\nthe mate himself—a fact which imparted unusual significance to the\r\nconcluding sentence, “And furthermore, this deponent sayeth not.”\r\n\r\nNo comments were made, although we all looked round for the mate to see\r\nwhether it was possible that he could have authorized this use of his\r\nname. But he was not present.\r\n\r\nThe next document produced was the deposition of the captain himself.\r\nAs on all other occasions, however, he had very little to say for\r\nhimself, and it was soon set aside.\r\n\r\nThe third affidavit was that of the seamen remaining aboard the vessel,\r\nincluding the traitor Bungs, who, it seemed, had turned ship’s\r\nevidence. It was an atrocious piece of exaggeration, from beginning to\r\nend; and those who signed it could not have known what they were about.\r\nCertainly Wymontoo did not, though his mark was there. In vain the\r\nconsul commanded silence during the reading of this paper; comments\r\nwere shouted out upon every paragraph.\r\n\r\nThe affidavits read, Wilson, who, all the while, looked as stiff as a\r\npoker, solemnly drew forth the ship’s articles from their tin case.\r\nThis document was a discoloured, musty, bilious-looking affair, and\r\nhard to read. When finished, the consul held it up; and, pointing to\r\nthe marks of the ship’s company, at the bottom, asked us, one by one,\r\nwhether we acknowledged the same for our own.\r\n\r\n“What’s the use of asking that?” said Black Dan; “Captain Guy there\r\nknows as well as we they are.”\r\n\r\n“Silence, sir!” said Wilson, who, intending to produce a suitable\r\nimpression by this ridiculous parade, was not a little mortified by the\r\nold sailor’s bluntness.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJFYP3070822RKZMESC7","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKY4T11NZQZG0AQM5NTMS","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:19.992Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:27.408Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}