THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
interview with Captain Chambers our hearts were way down below zero. For a few hours we brooded over the matter saying very little of it to each other. December 25th, Prewitt and myself sat on the side of my bunk, talking of the good fat turkeys and luscious hams they were eating at his home in Kentucky, and how we would enjoy just the turkey bones, if we had them, when suddenly Prewitt turned to me and said, "Ogden, let's try and get to where those turkeys and good things are; let's go down through that trapdoor and find a way out of this hole."
It was all done in a moment. Down in that hole we went, up to our armpits in water and mud; and the coldest water I ever dropped into. We groped about in the dark, feeling our way around the wall, but could find no opening. We did, however, find out that the foundation was brick, set in cement good and hard. After this discovery we found also that the wall at the water line was much wider than it was next to the floor. We got
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