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A couple of men were directed to convey the wounded seaman up the steps, and he was handed over to the doctor, who had him conveyed to the sick bay. The obdurate Captain Flanger was next sent up to the deck, where Mr. Camden received him, and made him fast to the rail without note or comment; and even Christy made no remark except to give necessary orders. The other prisoners were not bound, and they were put under guard in the waist. The dignified gentleman in black was the last to come up the stairs.
āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āļĒāļīāļ āļāļĨāļē āđāļāļ āļāļĢāļ°āļŠāļļāļ āļāļĢāļĩ 300ufa1234 āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ "My first misfortune was in being made a prisoner. My second and most annoying mishap was the capture of the Floridian," continued Captain Flanger. "It was my intention to fit her out as a privateer, with the proceeds of the sale of her cargo of cotton, for she is a good vessel, and as fast as the Bronx, as you call her." "I am just as glad to see you, Mr. Blowitt," replied Christy, taking the offered hand of his old friend. "I am a non-combatant, Christy," replied Colonel Passford. "I have not served in the Confederate army or navy, or even been a member of a home guard."