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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ tded 256 "He looks like a desperate character," added Christy, as he went below to attend to his supper, which he had so far neglected. "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." "He was always sea-sick when he first went out, and it appears that he has not yet got over the habit. He was so badly off on one occasion that my father thought of taking him on shore, and sending him back to Mobile by land." "Who dar?" inquired the negro. "Why did you bless the Lord that you were here at last?" "I understand you perfectly now; but as you have not, fortunately for me, and unfortunately for yourself, the dozen men at hand, I am to hold the fiddle while you play upon it, as I have seen a couple of negro minstrels do it."