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"Den I gib you all de answers you want," replied the negro with a cheerful smile. "Whar de gumboat?"

amatic slot "Nothing is the matter, mother," called Christy. "I am all right." "We are coming up with the shore," said Mr. Flint, as Christy joined him on the bridge. "But he has placed you in a very awkward position, Mr. Passford." "Certainly, Mr. Galvinne; I had heard so much about sealed orders in the instructions given me for this undertaking, that I was under the impression that they were not to be seen till the time marked on the envelope." Colonel Passford was reclining on the divan when the commander entered the cabin; but he rose to his feet as soon as he saw his nephew. Christy thought he looked thinner and paler than when he had last seen him. He was now only forty-two years old, but he looked like a man of fifty.