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āļŠāļĢāļļāļāđāļāļĄāđāļāđāđāļĨāļāļĢāļēāļāļ§āļąāļĨāļāļąāļāļāļĢāļāđāļāļĩāļĒāļĢāļāļīāļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ "Is the Bronx in condition for immediate service, Captain Passford?" asked the flag-officer. "Dave," said the wounded lieutenant, the next time the steward came into the room, "no more 'massa,' no more 'moggywompus,' no more 'done do it.' You know better than to use such expressions, and you are no longer a 'nigger;' you are the ship's steward of the Bronx." Flanger attempted to shake off his grasp, but the lieutenant was a very powerful man, and he dragged him into the boat in the twinkling of an eye. He tossed him into the bottom of the boat, five of the boat's crew being still in their seats, trailing their oars, for only seven of them had been able to get on board of the Magnolia for the want of space.