{"id":"01KG8AMXWEV6RAF2657Q2MHNBM","cid":"bafkreig5jufyjc2l6kqnzploastdlkm4dsgikaqfzyfjhwkpyx74hn6kpe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5615,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":5571,"text":"But the other girls were sufficient to do the work; me they wanted not.\r\nThe farmer looked out of his eyes at me, and the out-lookings of his\r\neyes said plainly to me--Thee we do not want; go from us; thou art one\r\ntoo many; and thou art more than one too many. Then I said to the\r\nwoman--Hire me out to some one; let me work for some one.--But I spread\r\ntoo wide my little story. I must make an end.\r\n\r\n\"The woman listened to me, and through her means I went to live at\r\nanother house, and earned wages there. My work was milking the cows, and\r\nmaking butter, and spinning wool, and weaving carpets of thin strips of\r\ncloth. One day there came to this house a pedler. In his wagon he had a\r\nguitar, an old guitar, yet a very pretty one, but with broken strings.\r\nHe had got it slyly in part exchange from the servants of a grand house\r\nsome distance off. Spite of the broken strings, the thing looked very\r\ngraceful and beautiful to me; and I knew there was melodiousness lurking\r\nin the thing, though I had never seen a guitar before, nor heard of one;\r\nbut there was a strange humming in my heart that seemed to prophesy of\r\nthe hummings of the guitar. Intuitively, I knew that the strings were\r\nnot as they should be. I said to the man--I will buy of thee the thing\r\nthou callest a guitar. But thou must put new strings to it. So he went\r\nto search for them; and brought the strings, and restringing the guitar,\r\ntuned it for me. So with part of my earnings I bought the guitar.\r\nStraightway I took it to my little chamber in the gable, and softly laid\r\nit on my bed. Then I murmured; sung and murmured to it; very lowly, very\r\nsoftly; I could hardly hear myself. And I changed the modulations of my\r\nsingings and my murmurings; and still sung, and murmured, lowly,\r\nsoftly,--more and more; and presently I heard a sudden sound: sweet and\r\nlow beyond all telling was the sweet and sudden sound. I clapt my hands;\r\nthe guitar was speaking to me; the dear guitar was singing to me;\r\nmurmuring and singing to me, the guitar. Then I sung and murmured to it\r\nwith a still different modulation; and once more it answered me from a\r\ndifferent string; and once more it murmured to me, and it answered to me\r\nwith a different string. The guitar was human; the guitar taught me the\r\nsecret of the guitar; the guitar learned me to play on the guitar. No\r\nmusic-master have I ever had but the guitar. I made a loving friend of\r\nit; a heart friend of it. It sings to me as I to it. Love is not all on\r\none side with my guitar. All the wonders that are unimaginable and\r\nunspeakable; all these wonders are translated in the mysterious\r\nmelodiousness of the guitar. It knows all my past history. Sometimes it\r\nplays to me the mystic visions of the confused large house I never name.\r\nSometimes it brings to me the bird-twitterings in the air; and sometimes\r\nit strikes up in me rapturous pulsations of legendary delights eternally\r\nunexperienced and unknown to me. Bring me the guitar.\"\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKSYX4EXV22E59EAFDW98","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMXWE8Z4XMT6AA0KZCTHV","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:53.134Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:17.597Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}