Book, Chapter

1    4, 109|  wretched blood, the savage sailors rushed upon us with their
2    4, 109|  moderated the ardor of the sailors by his wonderful beauty,
3    4, 117| HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH.~The sailors received this tale with
4    4, 118|     day. The panic-stricken sailors ran to their stations and
5    5, 145|   the proverb current among sailors: "Englisha man he catcha
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