In Search of an Unknown Race — page 202: what you’re looking at

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190 VAN. CHAPTER XXIX. AFLOAT ON THE OCEAN, Ir Van gave way to despair as he lay helplessly drifting upon the ocean waves, it was only for a4 moment. Recovering himself and summoning all his courage, he awaited, with what patience he might, the coming of dawn, rising and falling like a cork on the long, regular swells. Surely never was dawn so long in coming. But the longest night must end, and gradually the gloom gave place to the gray, which in turn was shot through with sunbeams from the east. Yet the sun, which finally rose from its ocean bed, revealed no sign of sail nor cloud of welcome smoke against the distant horizon. Higher and higher the luminary climbed in the heavens, sending down its burning rays on Van’s uncovered head, which he was forced to keep continually wet with salt water by reason of the heat. All through the weary day, now rising to the highest wave-crests, now sinking into watery abysses, poor Van was tossed to and fro till it seemed to him that the very motion itself would drive him wild. Again night shut down, but not so dark as the preceding one, while the water itself was aglow with the phosphorescent fire of the tr pics, Gomichbooks