{"id":"01KG8AMFZ61WE1GQYTGYY4ZB16","cid":"bafkreibclqsofxp4tblc7hom47gmg66dkpnljrvvnug4uft7n7nbbzaqwe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":9184,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:36.274Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J19NC56FFGBCM2SWEZZY","start_line":9106,"text":"CHAPTER LVII.\r\nTHE EMPEROR REVIEWS THE PEOPLE AT QUARTERS.\r\n\r\n\r\nI Beg their Royal Highnesses’ pardons all round, but I had almost\r\nforgotten to chronicle the fact, that with the Emperor came several\r\nother royal Princes—kings for aught we knew—since it was just after the\r\ncelebration of the nuptials of a younger sister of the Brazilian\r\nmonarch to some European royalty. Indeed, the Emperor and his suite\r\nformed a sort of bridal party, only the bride herself was absent.\r\n\r\nThe first reception over, the smoke of the cannonading salute having\r\ncleared away, and the martial outburst of the brass band having also\r\nrolled off to leeward, the people were called down from the yards, and\r\nthe drum beat to quarters.\r\n\r\nTo quarters we went; and there we stood up by our iron bull-dogs, while\r\nour royal and noble visitors promenaded along the batteries, breaking\r\nout into frequent exclamations at our warlike array, the extreme\r\nneatness of our garments, and, above all, the extraordinary polish of\r\nthe _bright-work_ about the great guns, and the marvellous whiteness of\r\nthe decks.\r\n\r\n“Que gosto!” cried a Marquis, with several dry goods samples of ribbon,\r\ntallied with bright buttons, hanging from his breast.\r\n\r\n“Que gloria!” cried a crooked, coffee-coloured Viscount, spreading both\r\npalms.\r\n\r\n“Que alegria!” cried a little Count, mincingly circumnavigating a\r\nshot-box.\r\n\r\n“Que contentamento he o meu!” cried the Emperor himself, complacently\r\nfolding his royal arms, and serenely gazing along our ranks.\r\n\r\n_Pleasure, Glory_, and _Joy_—this was the burden of the three noble\r\ncourtiers. _And very pleasing indeed_—was the simple rendering of Don\r\nPedro’s imperial remark.\r\n\r\n“Ay, ay,” growled a grim rammer-and-sponger behind me; “it’s all\r\ndevilish fine for you nobs to look at; but what would you say if you\r\nhad to holy-stone the deck yourselves, and wear out your elbows in\r\npolishing this cursed old iron, besides getting a dozen at the gangway,\r\nif you dropped a grease-spot on deck in your mess? Ay, ay, devilish\r\nfine for you, but devilish dull for us!”\r\n\r\nIn due time the drums beat the retreat, and the ship’s company\r\nscattered over the decks.\r\n\r\nSome of the officers now assumed the part of cicerones, to show the\r\ndistinguished strangers the bowels of the frigate, concerning which\r\nseveral of them showed a good deal of intelligent curiosity. A guard of\r\nhonour, detached from the marine corps, accompanied them, and they made\r\nthe circuit of the berth-deck, where, at a judicious distance, the\r\nEmperor peeped down into the cable-tier, a very subterranean vault.\r\n\r\nThe Captain of the Main-Hold, who there presided, made a polite bow in\r\nthe twilight, and respectfully expressed a desire for His Royal Majesty\r\nto step down and honour him with a call; but, with his handkerchief to\r\nhis Imperial nose, his Majesty declined. The party then commenced the\r\nascent to the spar-deck; which, from so great a depth in a frigate, is\r\nsomething like getting up to the top of Bunker Hill Monument from the\r\nbasement.\r\n\r\nWhile a crowd of people was gathered about the forward part of the\r\nbooms, a sudden cry was heard from below; a lieutenant came running\r\nforward to learn the cause, when an old sheet-anchor-man, standing by,\r\nafter touching his hat hitched up his waistbands, and replied, “I don’t\r\nknow, sir, but I’m thinking as how one o’ them ’ere kings has been\r\ntumblin’ down the hatchway.”\r\n\r\nAnd something like this it turned out. In ascending one of the narrow\r\nladders leading from the berth-deck to the gun-deck, the Most Noble\r\nMarquis of Silva, in the act of elevating the Imperial coat-tails, so\r\nas to protect them from rubbing against the newly-painted combings of\r\nthe hatchway, this noble marquis’s sword, being an uncommonly long one,\r\nhad caught between his legs, and tripped him head over heels down into\r\nthe fore-passage.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJSV17Q1DWTQGH2BDWKCX","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J19NC56FFGBCM2SWEZZY","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMFZ6287M84FDSRWZ3QZN","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:38.886Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:50.493Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}