Chapter

 1 VII  |      quiet there, my uncle in bed as was his custom, and Martha
 2 VII  |    ten o’clock I fell upon my bed, a dead lump of inert matter.
 3 IX   | between two hills. An immense bed of lava bounds it on one
 4 XIII |    curl myself up in my mossy bed.~At five next morning we
 5 XV   |       the mountain, a kind of bed on which rested the cone
 6 XVI  |       as best they could. The bed was hard, the shelter not
 7 XVI  |        I rose from my granite bed and went out to enjoy the
 8 XVI  |     foot of a rock, in a lava bed, where he had found a suitable
 9 XVII |       well as we could upon a bed of stones and lava fragments.~
10 XVIII|        When we have left this bed of lava behind us. How could
11 XXX  |    and a vast sea filling its bed? My imagination fell powerless
12 XXXIX|      thought I recognised the bed of surturbrand, our faithful