Chapter
1 1 | their source.~The balloon rose at once to a height of fifteen
2 1 | the slopes; no rumblings rose from the ground. There was
3 2 | But as to the flames which rose clearly above the crest?”~“
4 3 | Here and there the ridge rose in sharp peaks. On our right
5 3 | Great Eyrie on that side rose so high, it completely hid
6 3 | we gazed upon it, there rose from its heights neither
7 3 | side that the Black Dome rose at a distance of three or
8 3 | straight upwards in the air rose the rocky wall which formed
9 4 | the track, and the dust rose in violent whirlwinds. Harsh
10 8 | high the public curiosity rose. From morning till night,
11 10| attempt on the Great Eyrie.~I rose and took from my desk the
12 11| lake, a submarine which rose suddenly above the waves.
13 12| back to where the ravines rose toward the woods above.
14 13| whole scene of our encounter rose before my eyes, Hart lying
15 13| above my head. The hatch rose readily to my hand, and
16 13| the water cut by the bow, rose furiously upward on either
17 13| the use.~In the bow there rose a third hatch-way which
18 14| Niagara river. Some dunes rose on the right, groups of
19 14| Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose from the destroyer on our
20 14| the moon, faintly seen, rose above the mists of the south.
21 15| the vortex of the cataract rose under the impulse of its
22 15| moment when the “Terror” rose above the Canadian Falls,
23 15| what height the rock wall rose, or what was the character
24 15| Eyrie, the flames which rose above the crest, the noises
25 15| crest of the rocky wall rose a hundred feet above me.
26 16| lights. The huge breast rose and fell like a blacksmith’
27 16| even there the “Albatross” rose above her, and circled round
28 16| the ground. The airship rose some thirty feet out of
29 16| States!”~Then the “Albatross” rose under the impulse of its
30 17| the shades of night, it rose above the Horseshoe Falls,
31 17| smoke, the roaring flames rose to a height which towered
32 17| shot out, and the airship rose as it had risen above the
33 17| stern, and in a voice which rose above the tempest, I cried
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