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battling with the
icy knots. I breathed upon them, hoping that they would
soften, but my breath froze and made the ice thicker. I
dragged the rope backwards and forwards against the metal
of the truck side. Darkness was falling when the last frayed
strand parted, and I was able, with immense effort, to prise
up an edge of the canvas and crawl inside. Inside, as I fell
to the floor, a man jumped at me, flailing a piece of sharp
steel at my throat. Instinct and habit came to my rescue,
and the man was soon nursing a broken arm and moaning.
Two other men came at me, one with an iron bar and one
with a broken jagged bottle. To one with my training, they
presented no real problem, and they were soon disarmed.
Here was the law of the jungle, the strongest man was king!
Now that I had beaten them, they were my servants.
The wagon was full of grain which we ate just as it was.
For drink we collected snow or sucked ice which we broke
from the tarpaulin. We could get no warmth, for there was
nothing to burn, and the train crew would have seen the
smoke. I could manage with the cold, but the man with
the broken arm froze solid one night and we had to dump
him over the side.
Siberia is not all snow, parts of it are mountainous, like
the Canadian Rockies, and other parts are as green as
Ireland. Now, though, we were troubled with snow, for
this was the worst season in which