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pg slot āļāļēāļ āļāļāļ āđāļĄāđāļĄāļĩ āļāļąāđāļ āļāđāđāļē āļ§āļ āđāļĨāļ "I did, sir; for we captured a privateer on the voyage," answered Corny. 319 "'Pears like I do; I reckon you's Massa Cap'n Flanger." "The Magnolia, bound to Appalachicola," replied 209 the spokesman of the craft. "What boat is that?" "All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully. He had a wife, a daughter, and a son, and his family were as patriotic as he was himself. At sixteen Christy, the son, had gone into the navy. He had learned to be a sailor and an engineer in his repeated cruises in the Bellevite, his father's large steam yacht, now a man-of-war in the navy. In two years the young man had worked his way up 71 to the rank of lieutenant. He was very large for his age, and his nautical and mechanical education had prepared him for service to a degree which made him almost a prodigy, though his courage and skill had been fully equalled, if not surpassed, by other naval officers not older than himself.