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 1 III  |    about like a feather. In a hurricane—sixty yards a second—they
 2 XVIII|        Whether it be called a hurricane, as in the Atlantic, a typhoon,
 3 XVIII|      straight one. But what a hurricane! The tempest in Connecticut
 4 XVIII|        she would go where the hurricane took her.~Tom Turner was
 5 XVIII|       It seemed as though the hurricane was a sort of Gulf Stream,
 6 XVIII|     still denied to them.~The hurricane still raged and swept along
 7 XVIII|      move from the bed of the hurricane. The cloud of flame grew
 8 XVIII| Erebus were blown down by the hurricane as it passed, and the “Albatross”
 9 XVIII|   seventy-fifth meridian. The hurricane had carried her over the
10 XIX  |      the “Albatross,” and the hurricane had carried her away to
11 XX   |      from the violence of the hurricane during the passage across