Chapter

 1 XXXII |    fatiguing than hitherto.~A mast was made of two poles spliced
 2 XXXII |       down at the foot of the mast, and fell asleep in the
 3 XXXIV | breaking.”~Hans climbs up the mast, but sees no breakers. The
 4 XXXIV |       rises, lays hold of the mast, climbs to its top. Thence
 5 XXXV  |    stillness of death. On the mast already I see the light
 6 XXXV  |     reef the sail and cut the mast down!” I cried. “That will
 7 XXXV  |    the mastodon. (Trans.)~The mast yet holds firm. The sail
 8 XXXV  |        I must be bound to the mast, which bows like a reed
 9 XXXV  |    lighted on board our raft. Mast and sail flew up in an instant
10 XXXV  |       the ragged stump of the mast, thence it lightly leaps
11 XXXVII|     for a sail, a stick for a mast, and fierce winds in our
12 XXXVII|     already hung from the new mast, and the wind was playing
13 XLI   |  clinging to the stump of the mast, which had snapped asunder
14 XLI   | rolled round the stump of the mast! Not a spade, not a pickaxe,