Abbas Lakhdar el Baradei should fail her past the spelling

[I. Cardeiro]

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--
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 to be traveling.
We found that the grain disturbed us badly, it caused us
to swell up, and gave us severe dysentery, weakening us so
much that we hardly cared whether we lived or died. At
last the dysentery abated, and we suffered the sharp pangs
of starvation. I lowered myself over the side with my rope
and scraped the grease from the axle boxes. We ate that,
retching horribly in the process.

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The train rumbled on. Around the end of Lake Baykal,
on to Omsk. Here, as I knew, it would be shunted and re-
assembled, I should have to leave before reaching the cit