{"id":"01KG8AKXSY12ARZ7GXYRJ39EA3","cid":"bafkreifgjr47krrxxcrka73dcxlq7kqznkhwtaj6dcpb7pdlocsynlukci","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":10072,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.842Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":10004,"text":"CHAPTER L.\r\nHARRY BOLTON AT SEA\r\n\r\n\r\nAs yet I have said nothing about how my friend, Harry, got along as a\r\nsailor.\r\n\r\nPoor Harry! a feeling of sadness, never to be comforted, comes over me,\r\neven now when I think of you. For this voyage that you went, but\r\ncarried you part of the way to that ocean grave, which has buried you\r\nup with your secrets, and whither no mourning pilgrimage can be made.\r\n\r\nBut why this gloom at the thought of the dead? And why should we not be\r\nglad? Is it, that we ever think of them as departed from all joy? Is\r\nit, that we believe that indeed they are dead? They revisit us not, the\r\ndeparted; their voices no more ring in the air; summer may come, but it\r\nis winter with them; and even in our own limbs we feel not the sap that\r\nevery spring renews the green life of the trees.\r\n\r\nBut Harry! you live over again, as I recall your image before me. I see\r\nyou, plain and palpable as in life; and can make your existence obvious\r\nto others. Is he, then, dead, of whom this may be said?\r\n\r\nBut Harry! you are mixed with a thousand strange forms, the centaurs of\r\nfancy; half real and human, half wild and grotesque. Divine imaginings,\r\nlike gods, come down to the groves of our Thessalies, and there, in the\r\nembrace of wild, dryad reminiscences, beget the beings that astonish\r\nthe world.\r\n\r\nBut Harry! though your image now roams in my Thessaly groves, it is the\r\nsame as of old; and among the droves of mixed beings and centaurs, you\r\nshow like a zebra, banding with elks.\r\n\r\nAnd indeed, in his striped Guernsey frock, dark glossy skin and hair,\r\nHarry Bolton, mingling with the Highlander’s crew, looked not unlike\r\nthe soft, silken quadruped-creole, that, pursued by wild Bushmen,\r\nbounds through Caffrarian woods.\r\n\r\nHow they hunted you, Harry, my zebra! those ocean barbarians, those\r\nunimpressible, uncivilized sailors of ours! How they pursued you from\r\nbowsprit to mainmast, and started you out of your every retreat!\r\n\r\nBefore the day of our sailing, it was known to the seamen that the\r\ngirlish youth, whom they daily saw near the sign of the Clipper in\r\nUnion-street, would form one of their homeward-bound crew. Accordingly,\r\nthey cast upon him many a critical glance; but were not long in\r\nconcluding that Harry would prove no very great accession to their\r\nstrength; that the hoist of so tender an arm would not tell many\r\nhundred-weight on the maintop-sail halyards. Therefore they disliked\r\nhim before they became acquainted with him; and such dislikes, as every\r\none knows, are the most inveterate, and liable to increase. But even\r\nsailors are not blind to the sacredness that hallows a stranger; and\r\nfor a time, abstaining from rudeness, they only maintained toward my\r\nfriend a cold and unsympathizing civility.\r\n\r\nAs for Harry, at first the novelty of the scene filled up his mind; and\r\nthe thought of being bound for a distant land, carried with it, as with\r\nevery one, a buoyant feeling of undefinable expectation. And though his\r\nmoney was now gone again, all but a sovereign or two, yet that troubled\r\nhim but little, in the first flush of being at sea.\r\n\r\nBut I was surprised, that one who had certainly seen much of life,\r\nshould evince such an incredible ignorance of what was wholly\r\ninadmissible in a person situated as he was. But perhaps his\r\nfamiliarity with lofty life, only the less qualified him for\r\nunderstanding the other extreme. Will you believe me, this Bury blade\r\nonce came on deck in a brocaded dressing-gown, embroidered slippers,\r\nand tasseled smoking-cap, to stand his morning watch.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJT56E0P2PPTSG89EMH92","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKXT64PY1CGZJCDX0ATJQ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:20.286Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:33.555Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}