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Title: Jack Archer : a tale of the Crimea
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902
Subjects: Crimean War, 1853-1856
Publisher: Boston : Roberts Brothers

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teaming slowly along the shoreconvinced them that the attempt would be an extremely dangerousone. Odessa is not a fortress, and the boys consequently enteredit unquestioned. The town was crowded with wounded and sicksoldiers, and their appearance attracted no attention whatever.In the principal street the lads saw many names of Englishfirms over offices, and the majority of the shops appeared tobe kept by Frenchmen and Germans. They walked down to thewharves and saw how great must have been the trade carried onbefore the war. Now all traffic and business was at an end. The great foreign merchants interested in the corn trade had allleft, and many of the shops were closed. The harbour was deserted,save that a score or two of brigs employed in the coasting-tradein the Black Sea lay moored by the wharves with hatches batteneddown and deserted decks. A little farther out lay at anchor twoor three frigates and some gun-boats. Looking seaward, not asingle sail broke the line of the horizon.
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The sergeant strode to the table at which the lads were sitting. —PAGE 197. A JOURNEY IN DISGUISE. 197 Returning into the town, they went up some small streets,entered a small eating-house, and asked for food, for the stock withwhich they had started four days before had been exhausted theprevious evening. The landlord served them, and as they wereeating he entered into conversation with them. I suppose you have leave out of hospital for the day ? >! * No, Dick said, my comrade and I have got leave to gohome to Poland till our wounds are cured. Oh, the landlord said. You are Poles. I thought you didnot look quite like our men ; but you speak Russian well for Poles.There is a regiment of your countrymen in the town now, andsome of them come in sometimes for a glass of brandy. They likeit better than vodka ; curious, isnt it ? Your true Russian thinksthat theres nothing better than vodka. Rather disturbed at the intelligence that there was a Polishregiment in the town, the boys has

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