In Search of an Unknown Race — page 208: what you’re looking at

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194 VAN. glass toward the distant white object thrown to a wave summit for a brief moment. As though by magic, her light sails were hauled up in the clews, her yards swung, and topsails laid aback to the mast. | A moment later a four-oared boat was lowered, and four pairs of stout arms sent her spinning buoyantly over the long seas in the direction of the life-buoy and its half-insensible contents. ‘‘He looks like he was nigh gone—handle him easy, boys,” Van heard some one say, but his eyes were glued together by the action of the water, and his dry lips refused utterance. But he knew that kindly hands were freeing him from the life-buoy, and he was transferred to a boat’s interior. Afterward he was conscious of being hoisted aloft, and then he knew nothing at all for some little time. Eomichooksse