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Updated: May 13, 2025
About twenty years ago, I think it was I won't be certain, though a man whose name, if I remember correctly, was Wm. L. Yancy I write only from memory, and this was a long time ago took a strange and peculiar notion that the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and that the compass pointed north and south.
"You tell him I'll be monstrous glad to talk it over with him any time he fancies to come out here." "He said something about some one I was to carry back with me," objected the man. "Who said that?" asked Mr. Yancy. "Bladen did." "How's a body to know who yore talking about unless you name him?" said Yancy severely. "Well, what am I to tell him?"
Even Uncle Sammy, who had not been off the Hill in years, announced that no consideration of fatigue would keep him away from the scene of action and possible danger, and Yancy loaned him his mule and cart for the occasion. When the patriarch was helped to his seat in the ancient vehicle he called loudly for his rifle. "Why, pap, what do you want with a weapon?" asked his son indulgently.
"You are mixing up all sorts of side issues with what should be your real purpose." "Not at all, Solomon not at all! I look upon my grandson's speedy recovery as an assured fact. Fentress dare not hold him. He knows he is run to earth at last." "Price " "No, Solomon no, my friend, we will not speak of it again. You will go back to Belle Plain with Yancy and Cavendish; you must represent me there.
"Do you find yo'self pretty well, sir?" inquired Keppel. "I find myself pretty weak," replied Yancy. "Me and Kep has been watching fo' to keep the flies from stinging you," explained Henry. "We-all takes turns doin' that," Keppel added. "Well, and how many of you-all are there?" asked Yancy. "There's six of we-uns and the baby."
Cavendish's voice and manner had become entirely confidential and sympathetic, and though fear of their mother could not be said to bulk high on their horizon, yet the small Cavendishes were persuaded by sheer force of his logic to withdraw and dress. Their father hurried back to Yancy.
"I was expectin' fo' to hear you name me Uncle Bob, sonny; my little nevvies get almost anything they want out of me when they call me that-a-ways." "Please, Uncle Bob, make it go bang!" "You come along, then," and Mr. Yancy moved off in the direction of his mule, the child following.
And Yancy was quick to notice the look of disappointment on the faces of his new friends. He felt that for some reason, which was by no means clear to him, he had lost caste. "Are you ever heard of royalty?" and Cavendish fixed the invalid's wandering glance. "You mean kings?" "I shore do." Yancy regarded him reflectively and made a mighty mental effort.
Cavendish from one of the two cabins that occupied the center of the raft. She was a young woman, still very comely, though of a matronly plumpness. She was in her nightgown, and when she caught sight of Yancy she uttered a shriek and fled back into the shanty. "I declare, Dick, you might ha' told a body you wa'n't alone!" she said reproachfully.
"It was so good of you to come, Mr. Yancy! The children won't feel so shy with you here," said Mrs. Ferris warmly, as Yancy assisted her to dismount, an act of courtesy that called for his finest courage. Mrs. Ferris' missionary spirit manifested itself agreeably enough on the whole.
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