Chapter

1 V      |     as we stood gazing at the distant land, “there lies the enchanted
2 XXIII  |   that the time cannot be far distant when the pumps will be quite
3 XXVIII |      the day could not be far distant when we must want for food.~
4 XXXIV  |     the rebound produced by a distant tempest. A ship, in such
5 XXXVIII|     imagination shape out the distant land. But ever and again
6 XLII   |   arms intently gazing at the distant point. His brow was furrowed,
7 XLII   |     eye no longer scanned the distant view.~Owen now began to
8 XLIII  | perpetually wandered from the distant ship to our captain’s face.
9 XLV    |       morning. I listened for distant rumblings which might announce