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"Whar you gwine, Massa Ossifer?" asked Uncle Job, after they had walked a short distance from the negro village.

สมัคร sa36 Christy understood him perfectly. 326 "Can't you spell it?" Christy looked at his watch when the sail was reported to him, and found that it wanted ten minutes of eleven. The Bronx had been steaming for just about three hours, and must have made about forty miles, as he hastily figured up the run in his mind. "All right; get him up if you can. Is he able to walk?" "I don't know." 204 The body of the fog evidently lay near the water, and the lookout had probably seen the light over the top of the bank, as it could not be made out on the bridge. Christy expressed his belief that the sun would burn the fog off soon after it rose. No variation of the drift lead had been reported, and the Bronx was not even swinging at her anchor. For an hour longer entire silence was preserved on the deck, and the lookout made no further report. "Dey hab de medicine at de big house."