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"I was, captain; but I cannot speak for my cousin Corny," replied the possessor of the commission.
āļāļđ āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļŠāļđāļ āļāđāđāļē "Don't you know me, Dave?" asked Christy, speaking out plainly so that the steward might recognize his voice. "Is there any officer on board with whom you have served?" "The shoal water is the best protection for the small steamers that ply on these inside waters; and the Yankee gunboats can take all others as they come out. The entrance to the bay has not been regularly blockaded, for there has been little occasion to do so thus far." The commander read his orders through. It was believed that vessels were loading with cotton there, towed down in flatboats by small steamers, and that a steamer of four hundred tons was fitting out in the bay as a privateer. It might not be practicable for the Bronx to go into the bay; but she was to do what she could to capture the 305 cotton vessels and the steamer when they came out. The steamer had been so successful while in command of Captain Blowitt in breaking up the shipping of cotton in a port where a larger vessel could not operate, that Christy promptly concluded that she was to be used in a similar enterprise. The listener was amused rather than impressed by the conversation which was in progress so near him, and especially at the display of dignity and authority on the part of his cousin. CHAPTER XVIII A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE