Chapter

 1 XIII |     country was becoming more broken, and even mountainous. The
 2 XVII |      He was dead.~“His tusk’s broken!” exclaimed Kennedy—“ivory
 3 XX   | bottle, which, of course, was broken into a thousand fragments,
 4 XXII |     was really a long stupor, broken only by an occasional murmur
 5 XXII |       of his history from his broken murmurs.~“Speak in your
 6 XXIII|    The dying man uttered some broken words, and the doctor at
 7 XXIII|      parched crests; piles of broken rocks; huge stony masses
 8 XXVI |      ground, like a bird with broken wings.”~“With this difference,
 9 XXXIV| entire caravan, disorganized, broken, and overthrown, was disappearing
10 XXXVI|       of palm-trees, bent and broken by the storm; and, after
11 XLI  |    below the level of certain broken masses of rock, against
12 XLI  |      surface seemed very much broken as though by a convulsion