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... Crimea and shelled the coast at random . Our shore batteries drove it off and it turned readily back with an air of mission accomplished - belching smoke , rolling mountains of shining spray , and flying a faded St Andrew's flag from ...
... Crimea and shelled the coast at random . Our shore batteries drove it off and it turned readily back with an air of mission accomplished - belching smoke , rolling mountains of shining spray , and flying a faded St Andrew's flag from ...
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... Crimea , and sailors to reorganise the work in the newly - won , hungry and half - ruined ports . She would also carry a few passengers , and two hundred speculators who were going to the Crimea to buy salt . No one in those days ...
... Crimea , and sailors to reorganise the work in the newly - won , hungry and half - ruined ports . She would also carry a few passengers , and two hundred speculators who were going to the Crimea to buy salt . No one in those days ...
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... Crimea to be distributed among the passengers . It could not be cooked - the storm had put the galley out of action , and in any case , we were very short of fresh water . The passengers sifted the barley from the mouse - droppings with ...
... Crimea to be distributed among the passengers . It could not be cooked - the storm had put the galley out of action , and in any case , we were very short of fresh water . The passengers sifted the barley from the mouse - droppings with ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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