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"I am just as glad to see you, Mr. Blowitt," replied Christy, taking the offered hand of his old friend.

wm ฝาก 50 "Midnight is rather an odd time for the opening of the envelope containing the orders," said Mr. Flint, as he seated himself at the table. "But I suppose it was chosen for a purpose." "Mr. Flint, drop a drift lead, and station a hand to observe it," said Christy, hailing the first lieutenant. The strength of the Bronx was mainly in her heavy midship gun. The commander had ascertained the range of the twenty-four pounder barbette guns of the fort, and made his calculations accordingly. He could batter down the masonry of the works at his leisure, if he chose to waste his time and ammunition in that way; but the Confederates proposed to abandon the fort, and it would not pay to destroy it. 199 "Do you ever drink whiskey, Pennant?" asked Christy abruptly.