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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļŠāļāļāļĢāđ āļŠāļđāļ āļāđāđāļē āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ "Where does he live?" "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "I done do what I thought was right, Captain Passford, though folks like that fellow think a poor nigger is no account," replied the steward, putting every tooth in his head on exhibition. The commander of the Bronx left the cabin where the interview had taken place. On the 251 deck he met his uncle, who was curious to know what was to be done with him. "Soldier from the fort," replied the man. "What are you doing out here at this time of night?" "I hope to drink up every drop of water in the Alabama River if I did not forget all about that! Gollywomps! Dave is getting stupid," exclaimed the steward, springing to his feet. "I can't bring you a regular dinner, Massa Christy, but I will do the best I can."