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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ 100 āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āļāļēāļ āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāđ "Dat's it, Massa Ossifer!" exclaimed Job, apparently delighted to find that he had made himself understood. 336 The day was beginning to break in the east, and he was afraid the commander of the Bronx would become uneasy in regard to him. The quarters of the soldiers were passed, though they were not in use, and the shore reached. The lieutenant thanked the guide for the service he had rendered, and told him he could go back to his cabin, and finish his night's sleep. In ten minutes more the expedition left the ship, and soon disappeared in the low bank of fog that still hung over the shore. Each of the 233 cutters had been manned by twelve men besides the officer, and Mike was an extra hand with the first lieutenant. What remained of the port watch were on duty, and the rest of the men were dismissed. "Captain Passford, if you please, Dr. Connelly, for I have the honor to be in command of the Bronx at the present moment. This is Mr. Passford," added Christy, pointing to his cousin.