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Though the lieutenant of the Bronx was not a physician, he was not altogether a pretender, for in the capacity of mate and temporary commander, he had done duty in the healing art in the absence of a more skilful person.

โพสต์ออนไลน์ "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!" "The farce came to an end when you menaced me with death if I declined to sign the order you dictated, and the steward played the first scene in the tragedy. I am sure it was a farce up to that time," replied Christy. "Mr. Flint, have the prisoner put in irons, and remove him to the quarters of the men forward. Give him a berthsack and a blanket, and place a hand to stand guard over him." "I am glad to hear it, sir, for you appeared to be quite sick last night when you came on board," added the quartermaster. So far, Corny, with the single exception of his failure to give the geography of the estate, stood quite as well as his cousin. Then the first lieutenant questioned them both, as they were seated at the table, in a very general way. In their answers, Corny used the word "raised," while Christy was "brought up." Several phrases in more common use at the South than at the North were noted in his answers, which did not appear in the diction of Christy. "I have heard about that; and I know that your cousin Christopher is no chicken." "I am glad to see you, Captain Passford," said Mr. Blowitt, who was properly received when he stepped down upon the deck.