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SKETCH SECOND. TWO SIDES TO A TORTOISE.

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# SKETCH SECOND. TWO SIDES TO A TORTOISE. ## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope) This is a section from the short story "The Piazza Tales" (arke:01KG6YFYZ22TKC7DNP0M5XSK81), extracted from the text file "the_piazza_tales.txt" (arke:01KG6YDDF6PTWG4P7JTS5THSTD). The section, labeled "SKETCH SECOND. TWO SIDES TO A TORTOISE.", was extracted on January 30, 2026, and contains text from lines 6112 to 6154 of the source file. It is part of the "Melville" collection (arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF). ## Context - Background and provenance from related entities This section follows "SKETCH FIRST. THE ISLES AT LARGE." (arke:01KG6YGB83SGTE6GKMN30DTFB7) and precedes "SKETCH THIRD. ROCK RODONDO." (arke:01KG6YGBW6GAC082J1TCC47K17) within the short story. "The Piazza Tales" is a collection of short stories by Herman Melville. The text file "the_piazza_tales.txt" contains the complete text of the short story. ## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details The section describes the author's observations of tortoises on the Encantadas islands. It contrasts the "wild nightmare" of the tortoises' slow, arduous journeys with the practical use of the tortoises as food and the shells as tableware. The text explores themes of perseverance, the burden of labor, and the duality of perspective.
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SKETCH SECOND. TWO SIDES TO A TORTOISE.
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As I lay in my hammock that night, overhead I heard the slow weary draggings of the three ponderous strangers along the encumbered deck. Their stupidity or their resolution was so great, that they never went aside for any impediment. One ceased his movements altogether just before the mid-watch. At sunrise I found him butted like a battering-ram against the immovable foot of the foremast, and still striving, tooth and nail, to force the impossible passage. That these tortoises are the victims of a penal, or malignant, or perhaps a downright diabolical enchanter, seems in nothing more likely than in that strange infatuation of hopeless toil which so often possesses them. I have known them in their journeyings ram themselves heroically against rocks, and long abide there, nudging, wriggling, wedging, in order to displace them, and so hold on their inflexible path. Their crowning curse is their drudging impulse to straightforwardness in a belittered world. Meeting with no such hinderance as their companion did, the other tortoises merely fell foul of small stumbling-blocks—buckets, blocks, and coils of rigging—and at times in the act of crawling over them would slip with an astounding rattle to the deck. Listening to these draggings and concussions, I thought me of the haunt from which they came; an isle full of metallic ravines and gulches, sunk bottomlessly into the hearts of splintered mountains, and covered for many miles with inextricable thickets. I then pictured these three straight-forward monsters, century after century, writhing through the shades, grim as blacksmiths; crawling so slowly and ponderously, that not only did toad-stools and all fungus things grow beneath their feet, but a sooty moss sprouted upon their backs. With them I lost myself in volcanic mazes; brushed away endless boughs of rotting thickets; till finally in a dream I found myself sitting crosslegged upon the foremost, a Brahmin similarly mounted upon either side, forming a tripod of foreheads which upheld the universal cope. Such was the wild nightmare begot by my first impression of the Encantadas tortoise. But next evening, strange to say, I sat down with my shipmates, and made a merry repast from tortoise steaks, and tortoise stews; and supper over, out knife, and helped convert the three mighty concave shells into three fanciful soup-tureens, and polished the three flat yellowish calipees into three gorgeous salvers.
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SKETCH SECOND. TWO SIDES TO A TORTOISE.

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