This man wore a cotton shirt and patched butternut trousers; he way hatless and shoeless, and his hair stood out from his head in a great flaming shock.

He, too, was smoking a cob-pipe.

Suddenly the man put out a long arm which found its way about the lady's waist, an attention that culminated in a vigorous embrace.

Then releasing her, he squared his shoulders, took a long breath, beat his chest with the flat of his hands and uttered a cheerful whoop.

The embrace, the deep breath, and the whoop constituted Mr.Cavendish's morning devotions, and were expressive of a spirit of thankfulness to the risen sun, his general satisfaction with the course of Providence, and his homage to the lady of his choice.
Swinging about on his heel, Cavendish passed beyond Yancy's range of vision.