He went to the bridge at once, and directed the officer of the deck to make the course south-west by south.

Everything was going well on deck, and Mr.Pennant had proved that he was a competent officer.
By this time the commander began to feel that sleep was a necessity for him, for he had hardly rested at all the night before, and he turned in at two bells.

He dropped asleep almost instantly, and did not wake till he heard eight bells in the morning.

It was quite light in his stateroom, and he realized that it was eight o'clock, instead of four, as he at first supposed.
Dressing himself hastily, Christy hastened on deck, and to the bridge, where he found Mr.Flint, who informed him that the Bronx was off the South Pass of the Mississippi.

The fleet of the flag-officer of the Western Gulf squadron had gone up the river, with the exception of a single vessel, which had not been able to get over the bar.