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- # CHAPTER XLV. Reminiscences
## Overview
This chapter, titled "CHAPTER XLV. Reminiscences," is an extracted textual component from the novel [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJA6157W2830190N652KA). It spans lines 5117 to 5191 of its source file and was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
This chapter is part of [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJA6157W2830190N652KA), a novel that is itself contained within the larger [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The text for this chapter was extracted from the file [mardi_vol1.txt](arke:01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK). It follows [CHAPTER XLIV. Away!](arke:01KG8AJS9RQ86TKSRCPV23G8NH) and precedes [CHAPTER XLVI. The Chamois With A Roving Commission](arke:01KG8AJS9RNQDB2S8NJ3Y2CRMX) within the novel's narrative structure.
## Contents
The chapter details the narrator's reflections and decisions while at sea with companions. After the "Chamois" is repaired, the narrator's comrades inquire about their destination. The narrator initially reaffirms their course for the westward islands but later, during a night of serene contemplation and "reminiscences" involving Yillah, decides to change course towards "the fabled South." The next morning, the narrator informs the crew of the new destination: the island Tedaidee, instead of the land to the westward. The narrator also harbors a "shadowy purpose of merely hovering about for a while" and questions the feasibility of reaching the remote "fairy isle" of Oroolia. The chapter concludes with the Chamois sailing onward, its ultimate destination unknown.
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- CHAPTER XLVI.
The Chamois With A Roving Commission
Through the assiduity of my Viking, ere nightfall our Chamois was again
in good order. And with many subtle and seamanlike splices the light
tent was lashed in its place; the sail taken up by a reef.
My comrades now questioned me, as to my purposes; whether they had been
modified by the events of the day. I replied that our destination was
still the islands to the westward.
But from these we had steadily been drifting all the morning long; so
that now no loom of the land was visible. But our prow was kept
pointing as before.
As evening came on, my comrades fell fast asleep, leaving me at the
helm.
How soft and how dreamy the light of the hour. The rays of the sun,
setting behind golden-barred clouds, came to me like the gleaming of a
shaded light behind a lattice. And the low breeze, pervaded with the
peculiar balm of the mid-Pacific near land, was fragrant as the breath
of a bride.
Such was the scene; so still and witching that the hand of Yillah in
mine seemed no hand, but a touch. Visions flitted before me and in me;
something hummed in my ear; all the air was a lay.
And now entered a thought into my heart. I reflected how serenely we
might thus glide along, far removed from all care and anxiety. And
then, what different scenes might await us upon any of the shores
roundabout. But there seemed no danger in the balmy sea; the assured
vicinity of land imparting a sense of security. We had ample supplies
for several days more, and thanks to the Pagan canoe, an abundance of
fruit.
Besides, what cared I now for the green groves and bright shore? Was
not Yillah my shore and my grove? my meadow, my mead, my soft shady
vine, and my arbor? Of all things desirable and delightful, the full-
plumed sheaf, and my own right arm the band? Enough: no shore for me
yet. One sweep of the helm, and our light prow headed round toward the
vague land of song, sun, and vine: the fabled South.
As we glided along, strange Yillah gazed down in the sea, and would
fain have had me plunge into it with her, to rove through its depths.
But I started dismayed; in fancy, I saw the stark body of the priest
drifting by. Again that phantom obtruded; again guilt laid his red hand
on my soul. But I laughed. Was not Yillah my own? by my arm rescued
from ill? To do her a good, I had periled myself. So down, down,
Aleema.
When next morning, starting from slumber, my comrades beheld the sun on
our beam, instead of astern as before at that hour, they eagerly
inquired, “Whither now?” But very briefly I gave them to know, that
after devoting the night to the due consideration of a matter so
important, I had determined upon voyaging for the island Tedaidee, in
place of the land to the westward.
At this, they were not displeased. But to tell the plain truth, I
harbored some shadowy purpose of merely hovering about for a while,
till I felt more landwardly inclined.
But had I not declared to Yillah, that our destination was the fairy
isle she spoke of, even Oroolia? Yet that shore was so exceedingly
remote, and the folly of endeavoring to reach it in a craft built with
hands, so very apparent, that what wonder I really nourished no thought
of it?
So away floated the Chamois, like a vagrant cloud in the heavens:
bound, no one knew whither.
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