In Search of an Unknown Race — page 221: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXII. AN EXCITING CHASE. Tue Bellingham’s main royal was nearly as large as ~-he top sail of an ordinary sized ship. Comfortable ensconced in the slings of the yard, with his feet dangling over the bellying canvas, sat Van Briscoe, a hundred and sixty-five feet above the ship’s deck, upon which the moving men appeared as pig- mies. The blue and sparkling sea, only bounded by the great circular arch of the sky, stretched out before his vison without a Stop though—there zs a sail! Or is it a far away sea bird or the low bushy spout of a sperm whale? Unslinging Captain Peterson’s binoculars, Van placed | them at his eye, nor did he remove them for nearly a moment. ‘¢ Sail—ho /” And before the captain could bawl out the customary query, Van’s clear ringing voice came echoing again from his lofty height. ‘‘Seems to be a fore-and-after, nearly hull down— steering about sou’ southeast.” ‘I feel it in my bones that it’s the Viva,” muttered EOmicdoo “S (G(0) im