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āđāļ§āđāļ āđāļāļ āļāļāļĨ āđāļāļĢ āđāļĄ āļāļąāđ āļ āļāļĩ āļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ "I want to see what there is over there." "I have heard about that; and I know that your cousin Christopher is no chicken." "I heard you tell the captain that you could not make out the nature of his malady." "About the same the last time I saw him. He 62 ate all the toast I sent to him, and seemed to enjoy it. I don't think he is in a dangerous condition," replied the surgeon. "No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "He is the coachman. I am not sorry that Walsh has gone, for he has saved me the trouble of discharging him. Wilder, who had been with us so many years, took it into his head to enlist in the army, and I was not willing to persuade him to shirk his duty. Walsh has not been here quite two weeks. He said he was born in the West Indies; but he was always prying into matters that did not concern him, and I have several times found him standing at the door when we were talking about family matters. I reproved him for it; but it did no good. Your father 30 intended to discharge him as soon as he returned from Washington."