In Search of an Unknown Race — page 209: what you’re looking at

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VAN 195 CHAPTER XXX. ABOARD THE FRED BELLINGHAM. As one under the influence of a narcotic, Van knew that his soaked clothing was removed, and his whole body sponged with warm water. For, as one might say, he was pickled in the ocean brine. His hair was matted and streaked with fine crystals of salt; salt was in his eyebrows, and in the deep hollows under his eyes, which themselves were glued together by the saline particles. At the same time, weak brandy and water was forced between his lips, alternated with spoonfuls of beef-tea. Then, in a pleasant, dreamy frame of mind, in which the past and present were confusedly blended, Van felt himself lifted tenderly into a berth and covered with blankets. After this he fell asleep in good earnest, not. having really slept in thirty-six hours. Van had a curious dream towards the last part of his ten hours’ slumber. He thought Captain Josh Peterson had entered the place where he was lying, and stood looking down at him. It is asserted that if one looks steadily at the face of a sleeper long enough, the latter is sure to waken. GOMIGchboOoks (E(@) im