Perfect Hideout
Category: old
Written on Sep 13, 2008 by Sandro Dzneladze
Great secret — the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly day- light, and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the caves of an old church.



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