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1 I, IX | bark made little head. The sail, scarcely filled by the
2 I, IX | advance, but after an hour’s sail they were still only about
3 I, IX | strong enough to fill the sail, and if it were, I fear
4 I, IX | cried old Norman, tightening sail so as to get his boat ahead
5 I, IX | struggling to haul down his sail.~Mrs Barnett and Hobson
6 I, IX | mast, could not take in the sail. Every moment the boat threatened
7 I, IX | the tiller and paying out sail, he turned the head of the
8 I, IX | the boat to the south. The sail, stretched to the utmost,
9 I, IX | the bark, with distended sail, swept along in mad career.
10 I, IX | rippling sound was heard. The sail, torn away by the wind,
11 II, II | floating island. Having no sail to hoist, as in a boat,
12 II, III | clearly-defined sea-horizon, without a sail or an iceberg to break the
13 II, XVII | the colonists would set sail for the American continent.~
14 II, XX | contrive some sort of a sail with clothes, &c., and try
15 II, XXI | mast was to have a square sail, which would only be useful
16 II, XXIII| absolutely deserted—not a sail, not an ice-floe, not an
17 II, XXIII| strip of ice before it if a sail of some kind could be concocted.
18 II, XXIII| to carry out. Could not a sail be contrived on the islet
19 II, XXIII| like shrouds and a stay. A sail made of all the clothes
20 II, XXIII| hoisted on the mast This sail, or rather collection of
21 II, XXIII| dissolution, and since we set sail it has diminished one-third.”~“
22 II, XXIII| we ought to take down our sail?”~“I think,” replied Long,
23 II, XXIII| miles from the island.~“More sail! more sail!” shouted Hobson.~
24 II, XXIII| island.~“More sail! more sail!” shouted Hobson.~He was
25 II, XXIII| shrouds a sort of studding sail was rigged up of clothes,
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