{"id":"01KG8AMESEFY44G6S4000QEA6Y","cid":"bafkreic4ny2hvlglkprn776xj3iel6w6oarwsnk7li72d33gxolrz4rgd4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2186,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:36.270Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KG89J19NC56FFGBCM2SWEZZY","start_line":2114,"text":"“It’s worse than the cholera!” cried a man of the After-guard.\r\n\r\n“I’d sooner the water-casks would give out!” said a Captain of the\r\nHold.\r\n\r\n“Are we ganders and geese, that we can live without grog?” asked a\r\nCorporal of Marines.\r\n\r\n“Ay, we must now drink with the ducks!” cried a Quarter-master.\r\n\r\n“Not a tot left?” groaned a Waister.\r\n\r\n“Not a toothful!” sighed a Holder, from the bottom of his boots.\r\n\r\nYes, the fatal intelligence proved true. The drum was no longer heard\r\nrolling the men to the tub, and deep gloom and dejection fell like a\r\ncloud. The ship was like a great city, when some terrible calamity has\r\novertaken it. The men stood apart, in groups, discussing their woes,\r\nand mutually condoling. No longer, of still moonlight nights, was the\r\nsong heard from the giddy tops; and few and far between were the\r\nstories that were told. It was during this interval, so dismal to many,\r\nthat to the amazement of all hands, ten men were reported by the\r\nmaster-at-arms to be intoxicated. They were brought up to the mast, and\r\nat their appearance the doubts of the most skeptical were dissipated;\r\nbut whence they had obtained their liquor no one could tell. It was\r\nobserved, however at the time, that the tarry knaves all smelled of\r\nlavender, like so many dandies.\r\n\r\nAfter their examination they were ordered into the “brig,” a jail-house\r\nbetween two guns on the main-deck, where prisoners are kept. Here they\r\nlaid for some time, stretched out stark and stiff, with their arms\r\nfolded over their breasts, like so many effigies of the Black Prince on\r\nhis monument in Canterbury Cathedral.\r\n\r\nTheir first slumbers over, the marine sentry who stood guard over them\r\nhad as much as he could do to keep off the crowd, who were all\r\neagerness to find out how, in such a time of want, the prisoners had\r\nmanaged to drink themselves into oblivion. In due time they were\r\nliberated, and the secret simultaneously leaked out.\r\n\r\nIt seemed that an enterprising man of their number, who had suffered\r\nseverely from the common deprivation, had all at once been struck by a\r\nbrilliant idea. It had come to his knowledge that the purser’s steward\r\nwas supplied with a large quantity of _Eau-de-Cologne_, clandestinely\r\nbrought out in the ship, for the purpose of selling it on his own\r\naccount, to the people of the coast; but the supply proving larger than\r\nthe demand, and having no customers on board the frigate but Lieutenant\r\nSelvagee, he was now carrying home more than a third of his original\r\nstock. To make a short story of it, this functionary, being called upon\r\nin secret, was readily prevailed upon to part with a dozen bottles,\r\nwith whose contents the intoxicated party had regaled themselves.\r\n\r\nThe news spread far and wide among the men, being only kept secret from\r\nthe officers and underlings, and that night the long, crane-necked\r\nCologne bottles jingled in out-of-the-way corners and by-places, and,\r\nbeing emptied, were sent flying out of the ports. With brown sugar,\r\ntaken from the mess-chests, and hot water begged from the galley-cooks,\r\nthe men made all manner of punches, toddies, and cocktails, letting\r\nfall therein a small drop of tar, like a bit of brown toast, by way of\r\nimparting a flavour. Of course, the thing was managed with the utmost\r\nsecrecy; and as a whole dark night elapsed after their orgies, the\r\nrevellers were, in a good measure, secure from detection; and those who\r\nindulged too freely had twelve long hours to get sober before daylight\r\nobtruded.\r\n\r\nNext day, fore and aft, the whole frigate smelled like a lady’s toilet;\r\nthe very tar-buckets were fragrant; and from the mouth of many a grim,\r\ngrizzled old quarter-gunner came the most fragrant of breaths. The\r\namazed Lieutenants went about snuffing up the gale; and, for once.\r\nSelvagee had no further need to flourish his perfumed hand-kerchief. It\r\nwas as if we were sailing by some odoriferous shore, in the vernal\r\nseason of violets. Sabaean odours!\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQ3HTMCJF8V136ARKCBX","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J19NC56FFGBCM2SWEZZY","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMESBBG8ZM6B2RBSMSNCH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMESJ8534SRJMXPBX76T6","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:37.678Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:43.897Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}