Chapter

 1 XI    | Janizaries.~But, when about to land the balloon, the consul
 2 XI    |       what are we to do? If we land on the coast of Africa,
 3 XI    |   islands outside of the port; land your balloon on one of them;
 4 XII   |        wide patches of cleared land, surrounded by hedges and
 5 XII   |       that I can see some high land on this side.”~“In the west—
 6 XIII  |        s Medicine. —Travels on Land.—The Basin of Imenge.—Mount
 7 XIII  | diminution of temperature. The land below could no longer be
 8 XV    |     never be forgotten in this land so greatly loved by the
 9 XVIII |    range of their muskets.~“To land here would be a ticklish
10 XXVII |        blood.~“Ah!” he cried, “land of thirst! Well might you
11 XXVII |        might you be called the land of despair!”~At length he
12 XIX   |     was ready to shout aloud:~“Land, ho! land!”~An hour later
13 XIX   |        shout aloud:~“Land, ho! land!”~An hour later the continent
14 XXXI  |    them, Dick, but we must not land. And what good will it do
15 XXXII |        again advanced over the land for a space of seven or
16 XXXIII| bearings of the patch of solid land they were about to leave,
17 XXXV  |       But as he approached the land, a thought, at first fleeting
18 XXXV  |        again seen their native land. Moreover, could he trust
19 XXXVII|       to the end of the tilled land. Good! There was the desert. ‘
20 XLIII |        stretches of cultivated land were once seen, they have
21 XLIII |     whether it would reach the land. At once some of the brave