Book,  Chapter

1        I,  XVI  |        a narrow rift, like the dry bed of a mountain torrent,
2        I,  XVI  |  ravine was not only perfectly dry, but manifestly had never
3        I,  XX   |   collect every scrap of wood, dry or green, that the island
4        I,  XXIII| atmosphere perfectly clear and dry, the thermometer fell to
5       II,  IV   |       any of the damp mists or dry fogs which so often extend
6       II,  XVII |     toy. It had cracked like a dry nut; and mightn’t one as
7       II,  XVII |        had been to collect the dry grass and straw which was