Chapter

 1 III    |   sailing gracefully amidst the white water lilies, we returned
 2 VIII   |     Elsinore, dotted with a few white sails, like sea-gulls’ wings;
 3 IX     |          crowned with a peak of white linen.~After a good walk
 4 XI     |   becomes luminous, producing a white steady light. The pile and
 5 XIII   |      twin peaks of Snæfell rose white into the cloudy sky at the
 6 XVI    |        it; and during thaws the white bears, borne by the ice
 7 XX     |       fantastically veined with white, others of rich crimson
 8 XXII   | structure by the sparkle of the white shining mica.~The light
 9 XXXII  |      are light, and bathed in a white atmosphere resembling silver
10 XXXII  |       whirling eddies of steam; white and ghastly mists wrap round
11 XXXII  |     mass, glowing fiery red and white, as large and as shining
12 XXXV   |        Zigzag streams of bluish white fire dash down upon the
13 XXXV   |      air and fall back again in white foam.~Whither are we flying?
14 XXXV   |        The fireball, half of it white, half azure blue, and the
15 XXXVIII|  evidently Caucasian. It is the white race, our own. The skull
16 XLIII  |    brain conjured up visions of white plains of cool snow, where
17 XLIV   |    journey. I expected to see a white cone covered with the eternal
18 XLIV   |    Eastward lay a pretty little white seaport town or village,
19 XLIV   |    summit with a snowy plume of white cloud. To the northward