Part,  Chapter

 1      I,  III  |           Snow, bring snow!” he cried.~There was plenty of it
 2      I,  III  |       lives; he is coming to !” cried Jaspar Hobson.~After having
 3      I,  V    |   forget mine.”~“What, Madge !” cried Mrs Barnett, “you have forgotten
 4      I,  V    |         things these whips!” he cried; “the Esquimaux wield them
 5      I,  V    |      you are not an Esquimaux!” cried Mrs Joliffe, trying in vain
 6      I,  VI   |     footprints.”~“No, no, sir,” cried Sabine; “Marbre and I are
 7      I,  VI   |      wapitis!-there they are !” cried Sabine and Marbre at once,
 8      I,  VII  |         Mrs Barnett.~“O madam,” cried the Lieutenant, “there will
 9      I,  VII  |    icebergs! to the icebergs !” cried Jaspar Hobson.~Every one
10      I,  IX   |       off, sir! let us be off!” cried old Norman, looking anxiously
11      I,  IX   |  suggests.”~“We are off, then,” cried Norman, letting go the moorings, “
12      I,  IX   |      upon the lake.~“Look out!” cried old Norman, tightening sail
13      I,  IX   |   immense height.~“Help! help!” cried old Norman, hurriedly struggling
14      I,  IX   |      sinking! we are sinking !” cried Jasper Hobson.~He was right.
15      I,  IX   |       the Lieutenant.~“No, no,” cried Mrs Barnett : “alone, you
16      I,  IX   |         me! leave me!”~“Never!” cried Hobson.~But he had scarcely
17      I,  XI   |    Lieutenant.~“Nor an Indian,” cried Corporal Joliffe.~“No, it
18      I,  XII  |        Circle.”~“Ah, Mr Black!” cried Hobson, “the finest countries
19      I,  XII  |        anxious silence.~“Noon!” cried Jaspar Hobson and the astronomer
20      I,  XIII |       Make chimneys of shells!” cried the carpenter.~“Yes, Mac-Nab,”
21      I,  XVI  |     wounded.~“Hurrah! hurrah !” cried Hobson, “it is mine!”~“And
22      I,  XVI  |           Grants! privileges !” cried the Canadian scornfully, “
23      I,  XX   |        astonishment.~“A fire !” cried several.~But unless the
24      I,  XXI  |          Seventy-two degrees !” cried Hobson. “My friends, two
25      I,  XXI  |        growl was heard.~“Help!” cried Hobson.~Mac-Nab and Rae
26      I,  XXI  |   moment. “No, my friends, no!” cried Hobson; “you would fall
27      I,  XXI  |        th]“No, my friends, no!” cried Hobson; “you would fall
28      I,  XXI  |        house.~“There they are!” cried two or three soldiers, hastily
29      I,  XXI  |        one remain where he is!” cried the Lieutenant. “Rae, the
30      I,  XXIII|          and not to see it!” he cried in a comically piteous tone.~
31      I,  XXIII|      season.~The fine season !” cried the poor astronomer” shrugging
32      I,  XXIII|         What special interest?” cried Thomas Black; why, a scientific
33      I,  XXIII|         over the telescope, and cried in a choked voice—~“She
34      I,  XXIII|      parallel !”~“Only fancy !” cried Mrs Barnett.~“We can soon
35     II,  III  |       creation of man!”~“Well,” cried Long, “it really might have
36     II,  V    |       been drowned!”~“Drowned!” cried the Lieutenant, looking
37     II,  V    |        the winter! the winter!” cried Hobson, stamping his foot
38     II,  VII  |        fracture of the island!” cried Hobson, as both were compelled
39     II,  VII  |       Sergeant! Where are you?” cried Hobson with all the strength
40     II,  VII  |  direction indicated.~“Yes!” he cried, “yes, Sergeant, a fire;
41     II,  VIII |    paused.~“Look, Madge, look!” cried Mrs Barnett, seizing her
42     II,  VIII |         of a woman or a child!” cried Madge.~“Yes!” replied Mrs
43     II,  VIII | sealskin and fur.~“Come, come,” cried Mrs Barnett, whose heart
44     II,  VIII |         stop!” “No, Madge, no!” cried Mrs Barnett, who was drawn
45     II,  VIII |          Stop, stop, and look!” cried Madge, tightening her hold
46     II,  VIII |        It is a woman! a woman!” cried Mrs Barnett, eager to rush
47     II,  X    |   humble agent.”~“It will say,” cried Mrs Barnett with enthusiasm, “
48     II,  XIII |        Lieutenant!”~“You, sir!” cried Mrs Barnett and Long in
49     II,  XIV  |     plan in view.~“I know him!” cried Mrs Barnett, “it is your
50     II,  XV   |      island ought to be there!” cried Sabine.~“But it is not there,”
51     II,  XVII |      the fort! to the fort.” he cried at last, “the ice may have
52     II,  XVII |     arms.~“Look, sir, look!” he cried, drawing his master towards
53     II,  XVII |        others, where are they?” cried the Lieutenant in heart-rending
54     II,  XVIII|      poor people in it”——~“No!” cried the head-carpenter with
55     II,  XVIII|         in it”——~“Are drowned!” cried Long.~“Yes, Sergeant, drowned
56     II,  XVIII|          We have reached them!” cried the soldier, “they are saved.”~“
57     II,  XIX  |        not share!”~“Ah, Madge!” cried Mrs Barnett, “if my death
58     II,  XXII |    looking at the sea, suddenly cried—~“A boat! a boat!”~It was
59     II,  XXIII|       still go on.”~“Forwards!” cried all with one voice.~So it
60     II,  XXIII|        point on the south-east, cried—~“Land!”~Every one started
61     II,  XXIII|        miles to windward.~“Oh!” cried Hobson, “if only I could
62     II,  XXIII|            Do as he tells you!” cried Mrs Barnett.~The pumps were