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āđāļāļĢāđāļāļĢāļĄ sa āđāļŪāļāđāļāļāļĢāđ The weather continued favorable till the end of the cruise, and then on the eighth day the Vernon arrived near her destination off Pensacola Bay. Thus far no attempt had been made to capture the steamer, and the plot was as dark as it had been in the beginning. Christy thought that Corny was becoming somewhat nervous when the vessels of the squadron were made out in the distance. The cutter backed rapidly from the shore, and was then brought about. The lieutenant stood up in his place, and could just distinguish the Bronx, a mile and a half distant, in the gloom of the early morning. He watched her a few minutes and soon saw her swing around, and head to the south-east. "Then there are cotton vessels at that port, are there?" asked Christy, pricking up his ears at this suggestion. "I see her; it is the Bronx," added Mr. Pennant. "Your papers do not seem to be altogether regular, Mr. Passford," said the captain, as he held up one of them so that all could see it.