{"id":"01KG8AM2RVK1QM20RVTGMKS8MK","cid":"bafkreibavfy3ts63f6ikgmuhaao3r3qh56f6uhnyuwrtr4do6zsg5nyzci","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":10824,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.206Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JYRSHWXR7JM0HYS9D4","start_line":10754,"text":"THE STORY OF TOBY\r\n\r\n\r\nThe morning my comrade left me, as related in the narrative, he was\r\naccompanied by a large party of the natives, some of them carrying fruit\r\nand hogs for the purposes of traffic, as the report had spread that\r\nboats had touched at the bay.\r\n\r\nAs they proceeded through the settled parts of the valley, numbers\r\njoined them from every side, running with animated cries from every\r\npathway. So excited were the whole party, that eager as Toby was to gain\r\nthe beach, it was almost as much as he could do to keep up with them.\r\nMaking the valley ring with their shouts, they hurried along on a swift\r\ntrot, those in advance pausing now and then, and flourishing their\r\nweapons to urge the rest forward.\r\n\r\nPresently they came to a place where the paths crossed a bend of the\r\nmain stream of the valley. Here a strange sound came through the grove\r\nbeyond, and the Islanders halted. It was Mow-Mow, the one-eyed chief,\r\nwho had gone on before; he was striking his heavy lance against the\r\nhollow bough of a tree.\r\n\r\nThis was a signal of alarm;--for nothing was now heard but shouts\r\nof ‘Happar! Happar!’--the warriors tilting with their spears and\r\nbrandishing them in the air, and the women and boys shouting to each\r\nother, and picking up the stones in the bed of the stream. In a moment\r\nor two Mow-Mow and two or three other chiefs ran out from the grove, and\r\nthe din increased ten fold.\r\n\r\nNow, thought Toby, for a fray; and being unarmed, he besought one of the\r\nyoung men domiciled with Marheyo for the loan of his spear. But he was\r\nrefused; the youth roguishly telling him that the weapon was very good\r\nfor him (the Typee), but that a white man could fight much better with\r\nhis fists.\r\n\r\nThe merry humour of this young wag seemed to be shared by the rest, for\r\nin spite of their warlike cries and gestures, everybody was capering\r\nand laughing, as if it was one of the funniest things in the world to be\r\nawaiting the flight of a score or two of Happar javelins from an ambush\r\nin the thickets.\r\n\r\nWhile my comrade was in vain trying to make out the meaning of all this,\r\na good number of the natives separated themselves from the rest and ran\r\noff into the grove on one side, the others now keeping perfectly still,\r\nas if awaiting the result. After a little while, however, Mow-Mow, who\r\nstood in advance, motioned them to come on stealthily, which they did,\r\nscarcely rustling a leaf. Thus they crept along for ten or fifteen\r\nminutes, every now and then pausing to listen.\r\n\r\nToby by no means relished this sort of skulking; if there was going to\r\nbe a fight, he wanted it to begin at once. But all in good time,--for\r\njust then, as they went prowling into the thickest of the wood, terrific\r\nhowls burst upon them on all sides, and volleys of darts and stones flew\r\nacross the path. Not an enemy was to be seen, and what was still more\r\nsurprising, not a single man dropped, though the pebbles fell among the\r\nleaves like hail.\r\n\r\nThere was a moment’s pause, when the Typees, with wild shrieks, flung\r\nthemselves into the covert, spear in hand; nor was Toby behindhand.\r\nComing so near getting his skull broken by the stones, and animated by\r\nan old grudge he bore the Happars, he was among the first to dash at\r\nthem. As he broke his way through the underbush, trying, as he did\r\nso, to wrest a spear from a young chief, the shouts of battle all of a\r\nsudden ceased, and the wood was as still as death. The next moment, the\r\nparty who had left them so mysteriously rushed out from behind every\r\nbush and tree, and united with the rest in long and merry peals of\r\nlaughter.\r\n\r\nIt was all a sham, and Toby, who was quite out of breath with\r\nexcitement, was much incensed at being made a fool of.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJRVDJJNJKJG4WZCP7VKN","peer_type":"backmatter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JYRSHWXR7JM0HYS9D4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AM2RV3CXXVGGWT8YG7ZZY","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.371Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:43.930Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}