Chapter

1 IV   |    the eye can reach, a long white line of foam as well defined
2 IV   |     fifty years of age, with white hair and a grizzly beard.
3 XIV  |    rapid glance at the snow- white billows, and turning to
4 XVI  |  lying. As the tide rose the white breakers disappeared, and
5 XXII |     at Curtis, his lips were white, but he had not lost his
6 XXXII| backs and fins, covered with white spots and stripes. Here,
7 XLII |      by Flaypole there was a white speck visible upon the horizon.
8 L    |     filled our sail, and the white foam in our wake is an indication
9 LIII |      hand, and with his long white hair falling over his thin