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- # CHAPTER CIII. As They Sail
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
"CHAPTER CIII. As They Sail" is a chapter from the novel "[Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJA6157W2830190N652KA)" by Herman Melville, published in 1849. This chapter, extracted from the text file `mardi_vol1.txt`, spans lines 11140 to 11224 of the novel. It is part of the "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" collection.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This chapter follows "[CHAPTER CII. They Depart From Mondoldo](arke:01KG8AJP4JNVNGHZAQN6PS0MBC)" and precedes "[CHAPTER CIV. Wherein Babbalanja Broaches A Diabolical Theory, And In His Own Person Proves It](arke:01KG8AJP4QDJVJYTQ1DSESTXJE)". The text was extracted by the `structure-extraction-lambda` tool.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The chapter opens with the narrator reflecting on the history of Yillah and the mysteries surrounding her disappearance. The narrator recalls a previous encounter with Hautia's messengers and begins to fear Hautia. Media then interrupts, announcing that Yoomy is about to perform a chant. The chapter includes "THE SONG" of Marlena, a land of shades and streams. The chapter concludes with a discussion between Yoomy, Mohi, Babbalanja, and Media regarding the song and its merits.
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- CHAPTER CIII.
As They Sail
As the canoes now glided across the lagoon, I gave myself up to
reverie; and revolving over all that the men of Amma had rehearsed of
the history of Yillah, I one by one unriddled the mysteries, before so
baffling. Now, all was made plain: no secret remaining, but the
subsequent event of her disappearance. Yes, Hautia! enlightened I had
been but where was Yillah?
Then I recalled that last interview with Hautia’s messengers, so full
of enigmas; and wondered, whether Yoomy had interpreted aright. Unseen,
and unsolicited; still pursuing me with omens, with taunts, and with
wooings, mysterious Hautia appalled me. Vaguely I began to fear her.
And the thought, that perhaps again and again, her heralds would haunt
me, filled me with a nameless dread, which I almost shrank from
acknowledging. Inwardly I prayed, that never more they might appear.
While full of these thoughts, Media interrupted them by saying, that
the minstrel was about to begin one of his chants, a thing of his own
composing; and therefore, as he himself said, all critics must be
lenient; for Yoomy, at times, not always, was a timid youth,
distrustful of his own sweet genius for poesy.
The words were about a curious hereafter, believed in by some people in
Mardi: a sort of nocturnal Paradise, where the sun and its heat are
excluded: one long, lunar day, with twinkling stars to keep company.
THE SONG
Far off in the sea is Marlena,
A land of shades and streams,
A land of many delights.
Dark and bold, thy shores,
Marlena; But green, and timorous, thy soft knolls,
Crouching behind the woodlands.
All shady thy hills; all gleaming thy springs,
Like eyes in the earth looking at you.
How charming thy haunts Marlena!—
Oh, the waters that flow through Onimoo:
Oh, the leaves that rustle through Ponoo:
Oh, the roses that blossom in Tarma:
Come, and see the valley of Vina:
How sweet, how sweet, the Isles from Hind:
’Tis aye afternoon of the full, full moon,
And ever the season of fruit,
And ever the hour of flowers,
And never the time of rains and gales,
All in and about Marlena.
Soft sigh the boughs in the stilly air,
Soft lap the beach the billows there;
And in the woods or by the streams,
You needs must nod in the Land of Dreams.
“Yoomy,” said old Mohi with a yawn, “you composed that song, then, did
you?”
“I did,” said Yoomy, placing his turban a little to one side.
“Then, minstrel, you shall sing me to sleep every night, especially
with that song of Marlena; it is soporific as the airs of Nora-Bamma.”
“Mean you, old man, that my lines, setting forth the luxurious repose
to be enjoyed hereafter, are composed with such skill, that the
description begets the reality; or would you ironically suggest, that
the song is a sleepy thing itself?”
“An important discrimination,” said Media; “which mean you, Mohi?”
“Now, are you not a silly boy,” said Babbalanja, “when from the
ambiguity of his speech, you could so easily have derived something
flattering, thus to seek to extract unpleasantness from it? Be wise,
Yoomy; and hereafter, whenever a remark like that seems equivocal, be
sure to wrest commendation from it, though you torture it to the
quick.”
“And most sure am I, that I would ever do so; but often I so incline to
a distrust of my powers, that I am far more keenly alive to censure,
than to praise; and always deem it the more sincere of the two; and no
praise so much elates me, as censure depresses.”
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