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āļ§āļīāļāļĩ āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āđāļĨāđāļ āđāļāļĄ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ "I should not have rung that bell if I had not been afraid of taking cold," added the son. This time it was discovered that the vigorous commander of the garrison had dug out some rifle-pits on the top of his works, and his men were 358 doing effective work with their muskets. Three men had been wounded on the deck of the Bronx, the third lieutenant being one of them. Christy shouted to Mr. Flint, ordering him to send the men below, and cease the use of the broadside guns, for the garrison were on the barbette, sheltered by their earth-works, where the guns could not reach them, so high was their position. "What is your name, my man?" asked Christy, as he looked over the stalwart form of the skipper of the Magnolia. "You are more fortunate than your cousin, for he is having quite a hard time of it," added the doctor, who seemed to be very much amused that the future commander of the Bronx, who had been to sea so much, should be afflicted in this manner.