Chapter

 1 VIII  |       of eight hundred tons, a fast sailer, and the very vessel
 2 XVII  |        the high grass.~“We are fast!” exclaimed Joe.~These words
 3 XVII  |        No; it holds, and holds fast too!” said Joe, who was
 4 XVII  |    speed, and now was going as fast as a horse at full gallop.~“
 5 XVIII | travellers succeeded in making fast to a tree, and, the wind
 6 XXI   |       the country. He had made fast to a very tall tree, from
 7 XXIII |      to which he could make it fast.~But, as he had explained
 8 XXIV  |      balloon, having been made fast to a solitary tree, almost
 9 XIX   |       out his anchors and made fast to the top of a high tree;
10 XXX   |        different directions as fast as their legs and those
11 XXXVII|        went galloping north as fast as our legs could carry
12 XLIII |   hundred paces away.~“Hold on fast!” cried Ferguson.~“Have