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"When did you last hear from Corny, uncle Homer?"
āđāļāđ āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āļāđ āļĢāļąāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ 2020 "When did you last hear from Corny, uncle Homer?" "Very well the last time I saw them, which was three weeks ago. They are busy making garments for the soldiers," answered the planter. Corny bowed politely to the officers at the table, and left the cabin. He did not even glance at Christy, and his face did not look like that of one who had just won a decided victory. Christy remained standing where he had placed himself; and he began to wonder what disposition would be made of him under present circumstances. "But we have done our work well, Captain Passford, and I don't believe that one-half the garrison of that fort are fit for duty at this moment," added the first lieutenant. "I have a plain frock in my valise which I wore when the Teaser was captured," added Christy with a smile. "I will remove my coat and wear that."