Chapter

 1 XI   |           boundless deserts?~Such thoughts as these, which had been
 2 XVIII|       could not close my eyes. My thoughts would banish sleep. To-morrow,
 3 XXIV |        water. Occupied with these thoughts, he scrutinized every depression
 4 XXIV |           more wrapt in their own thoughts.~Joe, clever lad as he was,
 5 XXIV | inhospitable continent?~All these thoughts, of the kind that arise
 6 XXV  |          about to communicate his thoughts to his companions, when
 7 XXVI |           was absorbed in his own thoughts; and for many hours neither
 8 XXVII|          He was buried in his own thoughts, and planning the expedition
 9 XXX  |          friend Joe, speaking his thoughts aloud.~“Oh, they employ
10 XXXV |        into the sky!”~While Joe’s thoughts were running thus, the throng
11 XXXV |          the better of his gloomy thoughts, and Joe fell into a profound
12 XLIX |         Dr. Ferguson diverted his thoughts by giving his companions