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"On deck, sir," reported Ralph, touching his cap to the commander, as Mr. Flint descended the steps to the ward room.
āļāļēāļ 20 āļĢāļąāļ 200 āļāļāļ āđāļĄāđ āļāļąāđāļ "Gollywops! But he was in command of the Bronx, for I done seen Mr. Flint hand it over to him. Go 'way! You can't fool this colored person." "I think the men are all right, and, so far as I can ascertain, not a man is a rebel," said Ralph in answer to a question of the executive officer. Christy handed him the appointment just made, and the steward danced about like a madman. He 365 had expected nothing for his meritorious service, and he found himself in a position of trust and responsibility. He expressed his gratitude in the most earnest language, and without using a single objectionable phrase, for his education was better than his habit in the use of speech. "He is, Captain Passford, for he did not undress when he turned in last night," replied the steward. "At Bonnydale!"