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

ฝาก วอ เลท ถอน วอ เลท "Take it from him," said the commander. It was less than halt a mile to the cutter, and they soon reached it. The Russian was standing on the shore, and most of the men were asleep on the thwarts, though Vincent was wide awake. Mike recognized the form of the old negro, and reported that the lieutenant was coming. "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is. "Find a bag, for we shall throw that valise overboard," added Mr. Flint. "If there had been no setback, Corny would have gone into Pensacola Bay in a few hours more, in nominal command of the steamer, though of course Galvinne was the real commander."