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"Do the people there really expect to put down the Rebellion, as they call it, nephew?" asked Colonel Passford, in a tone which indicated his confidence in the final success of his cause.
āļŦāļ§āļĒ āļĢāļąāļāļāļēāļĨ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ "What have you here, Mr. Pennant?" asked the commander with a smile, as he pointed to Uncle Job, who seemed to be as bashful as a young girl, and utterly confounded by what he saw on the deck of the Bronx. "Over to the other side of the island," replied the lieutenant. "I do not stand on mere forms, Dr. Connelly; but if you continue to call me simply 'mister,' I shall understand from it that you do not recognize me as the rightful commander of the Bronx," replied Christy, as he invited the surgeon with a gesture to enter the captain's cabin. "How shall you manage it?" "By the way, Christy, have you heard anything from him or his family lately?" asked Mrs. Passford.