Chapter

 1 XV     | Ofvanför.”~“It seems we must go higher,” said my uncle.~Then he
 2 XVII   |      the air; after passing the higher rock it came down again,
 3 XXIII  |       plain,” said I, “that the higher body of this water is at
 4 XXXII  |        his tremendous roarings. Higher up, the protopitheca — the
 5 XXXII  |  climbing up the steep ascents. Higher yet, the pterodactyle (wing-fingered)
 6 XXXIV  |         nearer we approach, the higher mounts the jet of water.
 7 XXXV   |         obeying an impulse from higher currents, their dense consistency
 8 XXXV   |    power that descends from the higher regions. The most vivid
 9 XXXVIII|     back the human species to a higher antiquity still. It is true
10 XXXVIII|         greater this angle, the higher intelligence denoted by
11 XXXIX  |         has carried us a little higher, and if we follow the shore
12 XLII   |        But we are going up, up, higher still. Who can tell?”~Ah!