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Page 77
... sailors on the old sailing ships plying mainly between Europe and Australia around Cape Horn . Whole sections were devoted to stale food , ' dog watches ' , illness , foul air in the hold , and the way to deal with these troubles in ...
... sailors on the old sailing ships plying mainly between Europe and Australia around Cape Horn . Whole sections were devoted to stale food , ' dog watches ' , illness , foul air in the hold , and the way to deal with these troubles in ...
Page 80
... sailing now . Moser threw up his hands . Who could possibly tell what had happened to all those ships ! You might ... sailors generally , to see what we could get by cross - examining them . The meeting was held . Cigarette smoke ...
... sailing now . Moser threw up his hands . Who could possibly tell what had happened to all those ships ! You might ... sailors generally , to see what we could get by cross - examining them . The meeting was held . Cigarette smoke ...
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... Sailors ' Union had received a wireless message from Odessa that the Pestel was about to sail , but there was still no sign of it . It might have put off sailing , or it might have been lost at sea - no one could tell . I roamed the ...
... Sailors ' Union had received a wireless message from Odessa that the Pestel was about to sail , but there was still no sign of it . It might have put off sailing , or it might have been lost at sea - no one could tell . I roamed the ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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