Chapter

 1 III    |     badly, some day or other, he thought to himself; no matter what
 2 III    |          though, that some great thought was fermenting in his brain.~“
 3 V      |         I am there.”~And Kennedy thought to himself how easy such
 4 VI     |       the matter. Every thing he thought was exactly right; every
 5 XII    |         fevers, and for a moment thought their expedition ruined.
 6 XIV    |          for you!” said Joe.~“We thought you were surrounded by natives.”~“
 7 XVII   |         without being too proud, thought that it would also be pleasant
 8 XIX    |         Ferguson absorbed in the thought of his discoveries? Were
 9 XIX    | disagreeably inhabited, too.”~“I thought so.”~“These scattered tribes
10 XXI    |          the carpet?”~“No; but I thought that I heard vague sounds
11 XXI    |  distance.~At one moment he even thought that he saw them only two
12 XXI    |        It was not long before he thought he could perceive below
13 XXII   |       out, “Help! help!” He then thought that he must have been dreaming,
14 XXII   |      eyes more than once when he thought that no one saw him.~The
15 XXIV   |       said Joe. “It is not to be thought of that we shouldn’t discover
16 XXIV   |           at all hazards. I have thought it my duty to make you aware
17 XXXI   |         morasses, in which Barth thought that he was doomed to perish.
18 XXXII  |         of his course, no longer thought of complaining when he caught
19 XXXII  |         commercial city.~Kennedy thought it looked something like
20 XXXIII |        too well for that. Such a thought would never come into his
21 XXXIII |       for a moment. One horrible thought glanced across the minds
22 XXXV   |       saved!~“How lucky it was,” thought he, “that I had that idea
23 XXXV   |         was in the open lake, he thought only of striking out straight
24 XXXV   |        he approached the land, a thought, at first fleeting and then
25 XXXV   |   scratched him as he passed. He thought himself lost and swam with
26 XXXV   |       could not overcome, for he thought, all the while, that he
27 XXXV   |       Poor Joe! he gave one last thought to his master; and began
28 XXXV   |          any alarm.~“Evidently,” thought he, “these chaps saw the
29 XXXV   |         make a god of me again,” thought he, “some son of the moon
30 XXXV   |         saw that he was lost. He thought his master gone beyond all
31 XXXV   |           at last, is death!” he thought, in agony, “and what a death!”~
32 XXXVII |          last cry of despair.~“I thought I was gone,” said he, “and
33 XXXVIII|          his long fatigues. They thought they had done enough in
34 XL     |       the scythe. One would have thought that a sudden winter had
35 XLII   |       doctor, from time to time, thought that he heard vague sounds
36 XLIII  |          doctor.~“The mischief!” thought Joe~In the lapse of fifteen