fontawesome webfont
fontawesome webfont
In less than half an hour the two vessels were under way, and just at dark they were within hail of the flag-ship.
āļĢāļēāļāļē āļāļāļĨ āđāļāđāļ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ The commander of the Bronx had explained his plan to the first lieutenant. There was nothing especially perilous in the expedition to be sent out; and it was the policy of Christy to keep the steamer out of sight of the fort, and of those in the immediate vicinity of it. After the Bronx had been on her course about two hours, and four bells had just struck, the leadsman reported two fathoms. A little later eleven feet was the depth. "Shut the door, Mike," said the officer, in order to prevent the light from being seen. "He's just what he was before, when you was on board; he is the second lieutenant, and we have a new man for first, I believe they call him Gallivan," replied Dave, who was intelligent enough to comprehend what he saw on deck. "If you saw us together you would not mistake him for me," replied Christy, as he proceeded to explain the situation to the steward, upon whom he depended for very important assistance. "Where does she lie now?" "He was not an officer, either of the navy or the army, but my cousin, Cornelius Passford, a soldier in the Confederate army."