Well, Christy, how do you feel this morning? asked Captain Passford, one bright morning in April, at Bonnydale on the Hudson, the residence of the former owner of the Bellevite, which he had presented to the government. "Quite well, father; I think I never felt any better in all my life," replied Lieutenant Passford, of the United States Navy, recently commander of the little gunboat Bronx, on board of which he had been severely wounded in an action with a Confederate fort in Louisiana. "Do you feel any soreness at the wound in your arm?" inquired the devoted parent with some anxiety. "Not a...
Well, Christy, how do you feel this morning? asked Captain Passford, one bright morning in April, at Bonnydale on the Hudson, the residence of the for...
Well, Christy, how do you feel this morning? asked Captain Passford, one bright morning in April, at Bonnydale on the Hudson, the residence of the former owner of the Bellevite, which he had presented to the government. "Quite well, father; I think I never felt any better in all my life," replied Lieutenant Passford, of the United States Navy, recently commander of the little gunboat Bronx, on board of which he had been severely wounded in an action with a Confederate fort in Louisiana. "Do you feel any soreness at the wound in your arm?" inquired the devoted parent with some anxiety. "Not a...
Well, Christy, how do you feel this morning? asked Captain Passford, one bright morning in April, at Bonnydale on the Hudson, the residence of the for...
