Part, Chapter

 1  1, 4 |    perfection of a breech-loading gun, very thick at the breech,
 2  1, 6 | forecastle, sir." ~The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and
 3  1, 6 |        grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud
 4  1, 14|   reservations with regard to the gun I am to carry." ~"But it
 5  1, 14|         carry." ~"But it is not a gun for powder," answered the
 6  1, 14|           you have me manufacture gun powder on board, without
 7  1, 14|           the contrary, with this gun every blow is mortal; and,
 8  1, 14|    Because the balls sent by this gun are not ordinary balls,
 9  1, 14|        the charge for an ordinary gun would be ten." ~"I will
10  1, 14|    nothing left me but to take my gun. At all events, I will go
11  1, 15|     Nautilus men gave me a simple gun, the butt end of which,
12  1, 15|     forced into the barrel of the gun. As soon as one shot was
13  1, 15|     hanging from my belt, and the gun in my hand, I was ready
14  1, 16|          from the butt end of the gun knocked over, and I saw
15  1, 16|        Captain Nemo stop, put his gun to his shoulder, and after
16  1, 16|          the Captain shoulder his gun quickly, and follow a moving
17  1, 16|      witness to one of the finest gun shots which ever made the
18  1, 16|          companion shouldered his gun and fired, when it was only
19  1, 18|      weighing 1,800 lbs., a brass gun, some pigs of iron, and
20  1, 21|      despair! Conseil took up his gun, and aimed at a savage who
21  2, 9 |     titanic crabs, pointed like a gun on its carriage; and frightful-looking
22  2, 10|          did not regret having no gun. But he did his best to