CAPTAIN PASSFORD'S FINAL ORDERS A tolerable state of order and regularity had been brought out of the confusion that prevailed on board of the Ocklockonee, and the newly appointed officers went to the stations where they belonged.

Sampson reported the engine of the steamer as in good order, and ready for service.
"Who is the chief engineer of the Ocklockonee, Mr.Sampson ?" asked Captain Passford, after he had listened to the report.
"His name is Bockburn; he is a Scotchman, and appears to be a very good fellow," replied the engineer of the Bronx.
"Does he talk at all about what has just happened on board of his steamer ?" asked the captain, deeply interested, for he had some difficulty in arranging the engineer's department on board of the prize, as he considered the new order of things.
"Yes, sir; he talks at the rate of twenty knots an hour, and if his steamer can get ahead as well as his tongue, she is a fast one," replied Sampson, laughing.
"Well, what does he say?
I want to know how he stands affected by the present condition of affairs," continued the captain rather impatiently, for he was too busy to enjoy the humor of the engineer.
"He is a thrifty Scotchman; and I don't believe he has any interest in anything under the sun except his wages; and he is a little sour on that account to find that his cruise is finished, as he puts it." "Send for him and his assistants, Mr.Sampson." The engineer went to the engine hatch, and called the men below.
"Now send for Mr.Gawl," added the captain.

"He is your first assistant; is he a competent man to run an engine ?" "As competent as I am myself; and the engine of this steamer is exactly like that of the Bronx, so that he can have no trouble with it, if you think of retaining him on board of the Ocklockonee," replied Sampson.
"I propose to make him chief engineer of her." "You could not find a better man," said Sampson, as he went to summon Gawl.
The three engineers of the prize came on deck, and the captain took the chief aside.
"Mr.Bockburn, I believe, the chief engineer of the Ocklockonee ?" said Christy.
"Of the Scotian, sir; for I know nothing of the jaw-cracking names that the officers in the cabin have given her," replied the engineer, shrugging his shoulders, and presenting a dissatisfied air.
"Are you an engineer in the Confederate Navy, sir ?" asked Christy, bringing the business to a head at once.
"No, sir, I am not," answered the engineer very decidedly.

"You see, captain, that the Scotian was sold to come across the water, and I was out of a job, with a family to support.

They did not say anything about the service in which the Scotian was to be engaged, but I understood it.
When they spoke to me about it, I was glad to keep my place as long as she did not make war on the United Kingdom.