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"I am sure Mr. Flint could not have a better man."
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļ·āļ āļāļĩāđ āļāļļāļ āļāļđāđ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ "Oh, yes; we have a surgeon, for Dr. Spokeley is to go to New York in the Vernon, and the doctor of the store-ship is appointed to the Bronx." "Not improbable," added Christy. "You propose that I shall go on deck, and give your orders, acting as your proxy." Between the decks of the Vernon, he could do nothing; he could not even see what was going on, though he had no doubt the captain was in the act of reporting to the flag-officer. Probably Corny would go off in the first boat to report for 117 duty, and receive his orders. The seamen who were simply passengers on board of the steamer, were below in considerable numbers, gathering up their bags, and preparing for the transfer to the flag-ship, or to the Bronx, for there were no other vessels near to receive them. "I figured up the course a while ago, and I think we are off St. Andrew's Bay. If they had not put her about and run for an hour or more to the westward, I should be satisfied in regard to my position; as it is, I am not quite clear in regard to it," replied the commander.