Chapter

 1 XIV  |       extent, with its villages buried in the midst of baobab and
 2 XV   |         sultan, they were to be buried alive with him, so as to
 3 XIX  |      the next morning. The wind buried itself in the lower cavities
 4 XXII |       and every thing was again buried in profound obscurity. It
 5 XXIII|        in spirit, has just been buried?”~“No! what do you mean,
 6 XXVI |       it was that Dr. Ferguson, buried in meditation, asked himself
 7 XXVII|       not open his lips. He was buried in his own thoughts, and
 8 XXXIV|    adopted.—The Sand-Storm.—The Buried Caravan.—A Contrary yet
 9 XXXV |         in a few minutes he was buried to his waist.~“Here, then,
10 XLII | slumbered.~How long he had been buried in this stupor he knew not,