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 1    1,    1| sailors, “why, it’s a piece of rock the beast swallowed by way
 2    1,    9|     Cape Horn is nothing but a rock sunk in the sea in latitude
 3    1,    9|  direction, till at length the rock of Cape Pilares, the extreme
 4    1,   14|      grave which some enormous rock had sealed forever.~About
 5    1,   26|    were sailors more glad; the rock to them was the port.~Already
 6    2,    3|       needed? Two friends on a rock, there is happiness. Suppose
 7    2,    5|        would dash against some rock, for he reckoned the coast
 8    2,   11|      of quartz and ferruginous rock lay among the scrub and
 9    3,    6|        striking on a submerged rock. Sometimes it was hard to
10    3,   12|    house, with its back to the rock which closed the fortress,
11    3,   12|        shut in by the enormous rock. The only outlet was the
12    3,   12|       hut which abutted on the rock. McNabbs was at first indifferent,
13    3,   12|    already hollowed out in the rock under this hut; I had only
14    3,   12|       Ware-Atoua and the outer rock.~The escape was commenced,
15    3,   12|       to a projecting point of rock, the end hanging over.~John
16    3,   12|     vainly trying to scale the rock of Ware-Atoua, rushed out
17    3,   13|      waves against an opposing rock. All the crowd, thirsting
18    3,   15|         formed by a projecting rock.~The provisions were brought
19    3,   19|        Maria Theresa, a sunken rock in the middle of the Pacific
20    3,   19|         and in many charts the rock was not even marked.~If
21    3,   20|        to do the honors of his rock to his friends. He invited
22    3,   20|     isle—”~“No, madam, it is a rock only fit at most to support
23    3,   20| standing with folded arms on a rock, motionless as a statue.~“