Now, you young folks, don't you tetch him!" for the six small Cavendishes, excited beyond measure, were crowding and shoving for a nearer sight of Yancy.

They began to pelt their father with questions.

Who was it?
Sho', in the river?
Sho', all cut up like that--who'd cut him?
Had he hurt himself?
Was he throwed in?
When did pop fish him out?
Was he dead?
Why did he lay like that and not move or speak--sho'! This and much more was flung at Mr.Cavendish all in one breath, and each eager questioner seized him by the hand, the dangling sleeve of his shirt, or his trousers--they clutched him from all sides.

"I never seen such a family!" said Mr.Cavendish helplessly.

"Now, you-all shut up, or I 'low I'll lay into you!" Mrs.Cavendish's appearance created a diversion in his favor.