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āļĄāļąāļāļāļĢ āļāđāļē āļŦāļ§āļĒ "I told you that I had been the mate of a steamer," answered the seaman. Christy was not disposed to believe that he was a brilliant officer, or to accept unchallenged the extravagant praise that had been bestowed upon 44 him. He endeavored to follow the Gospel injunction "not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think." But while he tried to keep the flower of modesty in full bloom in his soul, he could not deny that he had given the enemies of his country a great deal of trouble, and subjected them to some heavy losses. Then he recalled the conspiracy on board of the Bronx while he was acting-commander of her; and though it was for the interest of the Confederacy to get rid of so active an officer, he believed it was the vessel and not himself that the conspirators desired to obtain. "But what are we going to do, Massa Christy?" asked the steward, dazzled by the situation. "Where, sir, if you please?" asked the sailor, with a sort of bewildered look. "That lieutenant is a brave man," said Mr. Pennant, "and I know he is a gentleman." "Why do you say that we have struck the right man, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant, caring little for the former relations of the two men.