Part, Chapter

 1  1, 3 |            thought I, "all roads lead back to Europe; and the
 2  1, 10| breakfast is ready. Permit me to lead the way." ~"I am at your
 3  1, 14|        weighted with a pellet of lead; they are real Leyden bottles,
 4  1, 18|        anchors, cannons, pigs of lead and iron, embedded in the
 5  1, 22|        they bad been rivulets of lead melted in an ardent furnace
 6  1, 22|          I declare it is easy to lead a snail's life. ~Thus this
 7  2, 3 |     crisply like spats of melted lead. A little billow, spreading
 8  2, 3 |          is not steel surer than lead? Here is a strong blade;
 9  2, 6 |     bottom of the Polar Seas, or lead us into Oceania, I ask to
10  2, 10|          his best to replace the lead by stones, and, after several
11  2, 12|       his natural violence would lead him into some extreme. That