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 1 XXIV   |    was ready for embarkation.~Hatchet or saw in hand, the carpenter
 2 XXXVIII|     him, had caught hold of a hatchet, with which he was preparing
 3 XXXVIII|      raised his blood-stained hatchet, “make your peace with God,
 4 XXXVIII|  turned as pale as death, the hatchet dropped from his hand, and
 5 XLIV   |      tool, which is at once a hatchet and a hammer. Of this he
 6 XLIV   | release it. Dowlas seized his hatchet, ready to despatch the brute
 7 LIV    |    butcher, and Dowlas stood, hatchet in hand, ready to complete
 8 LIV    | tomorrow,” and threw down his hatchet.~To-morrow, then, unless
 9 LV     |    raft. As Dowlas’seized the hatchet convulsively, Miss Herbey
10 LV     |      the carpenter raised his hatchet.~Curtis and I could bear