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"No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen."
āđāļ§āđāļ āđāļāļ āļāļāļĨ āļāļĩāđ āļāļĩ āļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ Corny was two years older than Christy; but the latter looked even more mature than the former. The resemblance between them had hardly been noticed by the two families, though Christy had spent several months at different times at the plantation of his uncle. But the resemblance was noted and often spoken of by persons outside of the families, the members of which, being in the habit of seeing them often together, did not notice the similarity of features and expression. Both of them resembled their fathers, who were often mistaken the one for the other in their early years. "I can do that again, Captain Passford," replied the gunner, who was in charge of the piece. "It is; the name was given to the estate by my mother," replied Christy, unable to follow Corny any farther. "Uncle Homer!" exclaimed Christy, extending his hand to him, which Colonel Passford, as he was called at home, though he was not in the Confederate army, warmly grasped; and the first smile that had been seen on his face played upon his lips. The surgeon was satisfied with this evidence.