Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        XI|    to every hand. The mighty cork trees, unenforced save of
 2   I,        XI|  which they had hung up on a cork tree to keep the wine cool.~ ~
 3   I,     XXIII|     two rocks and among some cork trees; but fatal destiny,
 4   I,     XXIII|      hollow of a large thick cork tree. He came out to meet
 5   I,       XXV|     I find her harder than a cork tree; and with her sweet
 6   I,     XXVII|  dwelling is the hollow of a cork tree large enough to shelter
 7   I,       XLI|   his knife at the foot of a cork tree. We called to him,
 8  II,       XII|      asleep at the foot of a cork tree, while Don Quixote
 9  II,       XIV|      to help me up into this cork tree, from which I will
10  II,       XIV|     Sancho to mount into the cork tree he of the Mirrors took
11  II,       XIV|   fall he slid down from the cork tree, and made all haste
12  II,      XXXV|     of a pitcher, heart of a cork tree, with bowels of flint
13  II,        LX| night in a thicket of oak or cork trees; for on this point
14  II,     LXVII|       the trunks of the hard cork trees a seat, the willows
15  II,    LXVIII|    the trunk of a beech or a cork tree-for Cide Hamete does