{"id":"01KG8AKZXMTC7E6CWSW3JBQH5X","cid":"bafkreihn2jb5eh5e2ur5dw4ga7hk6yi3mkoa5j5p2g33njalowahsigxnu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":4064,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.535Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","start_line":3993,"text":"CHAPTER XXXV.\r\nAh, Annatoo!\r\n\r\n\r\nIn order to a complete revelation, I must needs once again discourse of\r\nAnnatoo and her pilferings; and to what those pilferings led. In the\r\nsimplicity of my soul, I fancied that the dame, so much flattered as\r\nshe needs must have been, by the confidence I began to repose in her,\r\nwould now mend her ways, and abstain from her larcenies. But not so.\r\nShe was possessed by some scores of devils, perpetually her to mischief\r\non their own separate behoof, and not less for many of her pranks were\r\nof no earthly advantage to her, present or prospective.\r\n\r\nOne day the log-reel was missing. Summon Annatoo. She came; but knew\r\nnothing about it. Jarl spent a whole morning in contriving a\r\nsubstitute; and a few days after, pop, we came upon the lost: article\r\nhidden away in the main-top.\r\n\r\nAnother time, discovering the little vessel to “gripe” hard in\r\nsteering, as if some one under water were jerking her backward, we\r\ninstituted a diligent examination, to see what was the matter. When lo;\r\nwhat should we find but a rope, cunningly attached to one of the\r\nchain-plates under the starboard main-channel. It towed heavily in the\r\nwater. Upon dragging it up—much as you would the cord of a ponderous\r\nbucket far down in a well—a stout wooden box was discovered at the end;\r\nwhich opened, disclosed sundry knives, hatchets, and ax-heads.\r\n\r\nCalled to the stand, the Upoluan deposed, that thrice he had rescued\r\nthat identical box from Annatoo’s all-appropriating clutches.\r\n\r\nNow, here were four human beings shut up in this little oaken craft,\r\nand, for the time being, their interests the same. What sane mortal,\r\nthen, would forever be committing thefts, without rhyme or reason. It\r\nwas like stealing silver from one pocket and decanting it into the\r\nother. And what might it not lead to in the end?\r\n\r\nWhy, ere long, in good sooth, it led to the abstraction of the compass\r\nfrom the binnacle; so that we were fain to substitute for it, the one\r\nbrought along in the Chamois.\r\n\r\nIt was Jarl that first published this last and alarming theft. Annatoo\r\nbeing at the helm at dawn, he had gone to relieve her; and looking to\r\nsee how we headed, was horror-struck at the emptiness of the binnacle.\r\n\r\nI started to my feet; sought out the woman, and ferociously demanded\r\nthe compass. But her face was a blank; every word a denial.\r\n\r\nFurther lenity was madness. I summoned Samoa, told him what had\r\nhappened, and affirmed that there was no safety for us except in the\r\nnightly incarceration of his spouse. To this he privily assented; and\r\nthat very evening, when Annatoo descended into the forecastle, we\r\nbarred over her the scuttle-slide. Long she clamored, but unavailingly.\r\nAnd every night this was repeated; the dame saying her vespers most\r\nenergetically.\r\n\r\nIt has somewhere been hinted, that Annatoo occasionally cast sheep’s\r\neyes at Jarl. So I was not a little surprised when her manner toward\r\nhim decidedly changed. Pulling at the ropes with us, she would give him\r\nsly pinches, and then look another way, innocent as a lamb. Then again,\r\nshe would refuse to handle the same piece of rigging with him; with wry\r\nfaces, rinsed out the wooden can at the water cask, if it so chanced\r\nthat my Viking had previously been drinking therefrom. At other times,\r\nwhen the honest Skyeman came up from below, she would set up a shout of\r\nderision, and loll out her tongue; accompanying all this by certain\r\nindecorous and exceedingly unladylike gestures, significant of the\r\nprofound contempt in which she held him.\r\n\r\nYet, never did Jarl heed her ill-breeding; but patiently overlooked and\r\nforgave it. Inquiring the reason of the dame’s singular conduct, I\r\nlearned, that with eye averted, she had very lately crept close to my\r\nViking, and met with no tender reception.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJRHK0NTQEVRE6XH6HPRG","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKZXVPJXTZJGF9NWXCWQH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:22.452Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.103Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}