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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition
+by Harriet Beecher Stowe
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+Title: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition
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+Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe
+
+Release Date: February 19, 2004 [EBook #11171]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE TOM'S CABIN ***
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+[Transcriber's note: there is no Chapter XI.]
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+
+UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
+
+YOUNG FOLKS' EDITION
+
+
+By
+
+HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
+
+
+
+UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+
+UNCLE TOM AND LITTLE HARRY ARE SOLD
+
+
+Very many years ago, instead of having servants to wait upon them and
+work for them, people used to have slaves. These slaves were paid no
+wages. Their masters gave them only food and clothes in return for their
+work.
+
+When any one wanted servants he went to market to buy them, just as
+nowadays we buy horses and cows, or even tables and chairs.
+
+If the poor slaves were bought by kind people they would be quite happy.
+Then they would work willingly for their masters and mistresses, and
+even love them. But very often cruel people bought slaves. These cruel
+people used to beat them and be unkind to them in many other ways.
+
+It was very wicked to buy and sell human beings as if they were cattle.
+Yet Christian people did it, and many who were good and kind otherwise
+thought there was no wrong in being cruel to their poor slaves. 'They
+are only black people,' they said to themselves. 'Black people do not
+feel things as we do.' That was not kind, as black people suffer pain
+just in the same way as white people do.
+
+One of the saddest things for the poor slaves was that they could never
+long be a happy family all together--father, mother, and little brothers
+and sisters--because at any time the master might sell the father or the
+mother or one of the children to some one else. When this happened those
+who were left behind were very sad indeed--more sad than if their dear
+one had died.
+
+Uncle Tom was a slave. He was a very faithful and honest servant, and
+his master, Mr. Shelby, was kind to him. Uncle Tom's wife was called
+Aunt Chloe. She was Mr. Shelby's head cook, and a very good one too, she
+was. Nobody in all the country round could make such delicious pies and
+cakes as Aunt Chloe.
+
+Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe lived together in a pretty little cottage built
+of wood, quite close to Mr. Shelby's big house.
+
+The little cottage was covered with climbing roses, and the garden was
+full of beautiful bright flowers and lovely fruit trees.
+
+Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe lived happily for many years in their little
+cottage, or cabin, as it was called. All day Uncle Tom used to work in
+the fields, while Aunt Chloe was busy in the kitchen at Mr. Shelby's
+house. When evening came they both went home to their cottage and their
+children, and were merry together.
+
+Mr. Shelby was a good man, and kind to his slaves, but he was not very
+careful of his money. When he had spent all he had, he did not know what
+to do to get more. At last he borrowed money from a man called Haley,
+hoping to be able to pay it back again some day.
+
+But that day never came. Haley grew impatient, and said, 'If you don't
+pay what you owe me, I will take your house and lands, and sell them to
+pay myself back all the money I have lent to you.'
+
+So Mr. Shelby sold everything he could spare and gathered money together
+in every way he could think of, but still there was not enough.
+
+Then Haley said, 'Give me that slave of yours called Tom--he is worth a
+lot of money.'
+
+But Mr. Shelby knew that Haley was not a nice man. He knew he did not
+want Tom for a servant, but only wanted to sell him again, to make more
+money. So Mr. Shelby said, 'No, I can't do that. I never mean to sell
+any of my slaves, least of all Tom. He has been with me since he was a
+little boy.'
+
+'Oh very well,' said Haley, 'I shall sell your house and lands, as I
+said I should.'
+
+Mr. Shelby could not bear to think of that, so he agreed to let Haley
+have Tom. He made him promise, however, not to sell Tom again except to
+a kind master.
+
+'Very well,' said Haley, 'but Tom isn't enough. I must have another
+slave.'
+
+Just at this moment a little boy came dancing into the room where Mr.
+Shelby and Haley were talking.
+
+He was a pretty, merry little fellow, the son of a slave called Eliza,
+who was Mrs. Shelby's maid.
+
+'There now,' said Haley, 'give me that little chap, as well as Tom, and
+we will say no more about the money you owe me.'
+
+'I can't,' said Mr. Shelby. 'My wife is very fond of Eliza, and would
+never hear of having Harry sold.'
+
+'Oh, very well,' said Haley once more, 'I must just sell your house.'
+
+So again Mr. Shelby gave in, and Haley went away with the promise that
+next morning Uncle Tom and little Harry should be given to him, to be
+his slaves.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+
+ELIZA RUNS AWAY WITH LITTLE HARRY
+
+
+Mr. Shelby was very unhappy because of what he had done. He knew his
+wife would be very unhappy too, and he did not know how to tell her.
+
+He had to do it that night, however, before she went to bed.
+
+Mrs. Shelby could hardly believe it. 'Oh, you do not mean this,' she
+said. 'You must not sell our good Tom and dear little Harry. Do anything
+rather than that. It is a wicked, wicked thing to do.
+
+'There is nothing else I can do,' said Mr. Shelby. 'I have sold
+everything I can think of, and at any rate now that Haley has set his
+heart on having Tom and Harry, he would not take anything or anybody
+instead.'
+
+Mrs. Shelby cried very much about it, but at last, though she was very,
+very unhappy she fell asleep.
+
+But some one whom Mr. and Mrs. Shelby never thought of was listening to
+this talk.
+
+Eliza was sitting in the next room. The door was not quite closed, so
+she could not help hearing what was said. As she listened she grew pale
+and cold and a terrible look of pain came into her face.
+
+Eliza had had three dear little children, but two of them had died when
+they were tiny babies. She loved and cared for Harry all the more
+because she had lost the others. Now he was to be taken from her and
+sold to cruel men, and she would never see him again. She felt she could
+not bear it.
+
+Eliza's husband was called George, and was a slave too. He did not
+belong to Mr. Shelby, but to another man, who had a farm quite near.
+George and Eliza could not live together as a husband and wife generally
+do. Indeed, they hardly ever saw each other. George's master was a cruel
+man, and would not let him come to see his wife. He was so cruel, and
+beat George so dreadfully, that the poor slave made up his mind to run
+away. He had come that very day to tell Eliza what he meant to do.
+
+As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Shelby stopped talking, Eliza crept away to her
+own room, where little Harry was sleeping. There he lay with his pretty
+curls around his face. His rosy mouth was half open, his fat little
+hands thrown out over the bed-clothes, and a smile like a sunbeam upon
+his face.
+
+'My baby, my sweet-one,' said Eliza, 'they have sold you. But mother
+will save you yet!'
+
+She did not cry. She was too sad and sorrowful for that. Taking a piece
+of paper and a pencil, she wrote quickly.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Oh, missis! dear missis! don't think me ungrateful--don't think hard of
+me, anyway! I heard all you and master said to-night. I am going to try
+to save my boy--you will not blame me I God bless and reward you for all
+your kindness!'
+
+Eliza was going to run away.
+
+She gathered a few of Harry's clothes into a bundle, put on her hat and
+jacket, and went to wake him.
+
+Poor Harry was rather frightened at being waked in the middle of the
+night, and at seeing his mother bending over him, with her hat and
+jacket on.
+
+'What is the matter, mother?' he said beginning to cry.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Hush,' she said, 'Harry mustn't cry or speak aloud, or they will hear
+us. A wicked man was coming to take little Harry away from his mother,
+and carry him 'way off in the dark. But mother won't let him. She's
+going to put on her little boy's cap and coat, and run off with him, so
+the ugly man can't catch him.'
+
+Harry stopped crying at once, and was good and quiet as a little mouse,
+while his mother dressed him. When he was ready, she lifted him in her
+arms, and crept softly out of the house.
+
+It was a beautiful, clear, starlight night, but very cold, for it was
+winter-time. Eliza ran quickly to Uncle Tom's cottage, and tapped on the
+window.
+
+Aunt Chloe was not asleep, so she jumped up at once, and opened the
+door. She was very much astonished to see Eliza standing there with
+Harry in her arms. Uncle Tom followed her to the door, and was very much
+astonished too.
+
+'I'm running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe--carrying off my child,'
+said Eliza. 'Master sold him.'
+
+'Sold him?' they both echoed, lifting up their hands in dismay.
+
+'Yes, sold him,' said Eliza. 'I heard master tell missis that he had
+sold my Harry, and you, Uncle Tom. The man is coming to take you away
+to-morrow.'
+
+At first Tom could hardly believe what he heard. Then he sank down, and
+buried his face in his hands.
+
+'The good Lord have pity on us!' said Aunt Chloe. 'What has Tom done
+that master should sell him?'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'He hasn't done anything--it isn't for that. Master don't want to sell;
+but he owes this man money. If he doesn't pay him it will end in his
+having to sell the house and all the slaves. Master said he was sorry.
+But missis she talked like an angel. I'm a wicked girl to leave her so,
+but I can't help it. It must be right; but if it an't right, the good
+Lord will forgive me, for I can't help doing it.
+
+'Tom,' said Aunt Chloe, 'why don't you go too? There's time.'
+
+Tom slowly raised his head and looked sorrowfully at her.
+
+'No, no,' he said. 'Let Eliza go. It is right that she should try to
+save her boy. Mas'r has always trusted me, and I can't leave him like
+that. It is better for me to go alone than for the whole place to be
+sold. Mas'r isn't to blame, Chloe. He will take care of you and the
+poor--'
+
+Tom could say no more. Big man though he was, he burst into tears, at
+the thought of leaving his wife and dear little children, never to see
+them any more.
+
+'Aunt Chloe,' said Eliza, in a minute or two, 'I must go. I saw my
+husband to-day. He told me he meant to run away soon, because his master
+is so cruel to him. Try to send him a message from me. Tell him I have
+run away to save our boy. Tell him to come after me if he can. Good-bye,
+good-bye. God bless you!'
+
+Then Eliza went out again into the dark night with her little boy in her
+arms, and Aunt Chloe shut the door softly behind her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+
+THE MORNING AFTER
+
+
+Next morning, when it was discovered that Eliza had run away with her
+little boy, there was great excitement and confusion all over the house.
+
+Mrs. Shelby was very glad. 'Thank God!' she said. 'I hope Eliza will get
+right away. I could not bear to think of Harry being sold to that cruel
+man.'
+
+Mr. Shelby was angry. 'Haley knew I didn't want to sell the child,' he
+said. 'He will blame me for this.'
+
+One person only was quite silent, and that was Aunt Chloe. She went on,
+making the breakfast as if she heard and saw nothing of the excitement
+round her.
+
+All the little black boys belonging to the house thought it was fine
+fun. Very soon, about a dozen young imps were roosting, like so many
+crows, on the railings, waiting for Haley to come. They wanted to see
+how angry he would be, when he heard the news.
+
+And he was dreadfully angry. The little nigger boys thought it was
+grand. They shouted and laughed and made faces at him to their hearts'
+content.
+
+At last Haley became so angry, that Mr. Shelby offered to give him two
+men to help him to find Eliza.
+
+But these two men, Sam and Andy, knew quite well that Mrs. Shelby did
+not want Eliza to be caught, so they put off as much time as they could.
+
+They let loose their horses and Haley's too. Then they frightened and
+chased them, till they raced like mad things all over the great lawns
+which surrounded the house.
+
+Whenever it seemed likely that a horse would be caught, Sam ran up,
+waving his hat and shouting wildly, 'Now for it! Cotch him! Cotch him!'
+This frightened the horses so much that they galloped off faster than
+before.
+
+Haley rushed up and down, shouting and using dreadful, naughty words,
+and stamping with rage all the time.
+
+At last, about twelve o'clock, Sam came riding up with Haley's horse.
+'He's cotched,' he said, seemingly very proud of himself. 'I cotched
+him!'
+
+Of course, now it was too late to start before dinner. Besides, the
+horses were so tired with all their running about, that they had to have
+a rest.
+
+When at last they did start, Sam led them by a wrong road. So the sun
+was almost setting before they arrived at the village where Haley hoped
+to find Eliza.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+
+THE CHASE
+
+
+When Eliza left Uncle Tom's cabin, she felt very sad and lonely. She
+knew she was leaving all the friends she had ever had behind her.
+
+At first Harry was frightened. Soon he grew sleepy. 'Mother, I don't
+need to keep awake, do I?' he said.
+
+'No, my darling, sleep, if you want to.'
+
+'But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won't let the bad man take me?'
+
+'No!'
+
+'You're sure, an't you, mother?'
+
+'Yes, sure.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Harry dropped his little weary head upon her shoulder, and was soon
+fast asleep.
+
+Eliza walked on and on, never resting, all through the night. When the
+sun rose, she was many miles away from her old home. Still she walked
+on, only stopping, in the middle of the day, to buy a little dinner for
+herself and Harry at a farm-house.
+
+At last, when it was nearly dark, she arrived at a village, on the banks
+of the river Ohio. If she could only get across that river, Eliza felt
+she would be safe.
+
+She went to a little inn on the bank, where a kind-looking woman was
+busy cooking supper.
+
+'Is there a boat that takes people across the river now?' she asked.
+
+'No, indeed,' replied the woman. 'The boats has stopped running. It
+isn't safe, there be too many blocks of ice floating about.'
+
+Eliza looked so sad and disappointed when she heard this, that the good
+woman was sorry for her. Harry too was so tired, that he began to cry.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Here, take him into this room,' said the woman, opening the door into a
+small bed-room.
+
+Eliza laid her tired little boy upon the bed, and he soon fell fast
+asleep. But for her there was no rest. She stood at the window, watching
+the river with its great floating blocks of ice, wondering how she could
+cross it.
+
+As she stood there she heard a shout. Looking up she saw Sam. She drew
+back just in time, for Haley and Andy were riding only a yard or two
+behind him.
+
+It was a dreadful moment for Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to
+the river. She seized her child and sprang down the steps towards it.
+
+Haley caught sight of her as she disappeared down the bank. Throwing
+himself from his horse, and calling loudly to Sam and Andy, he was after
+her in a moment.
+
+In that terrible moment her feet scarcely seemed to touch the ground.
+The next, she was at the water's edge.
+
+On they came behind her. With one wild cry and flying leap, she jumped
+right over the water by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond. It was
+a desperate leap. Haley, Sam, and Andy cried out, and lifted up their
+hands in astonishment.
+
+The great piece of ice pitched and creaked as her weight came upon it.
+But she stayed there not a moment. With wild cries she leaped to another
+and still another--stumbling--leaping--slipping--springing up again!
+
+Her shoes were gone, her stockings cut from her feet by the sharp edges
+of the ice. Blood marked every step. But she knew nothing, felt nothing,
+till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her
+up the bank.
+
+'Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye are!' said the man.
+
+'Oh, save me--do save me--do hide me,' she cried.
+
+'Why, what's the matter?' asked the man.
+
+'My child! this boy--mas'r sold him. There's his new mas'r,' she said,
+pointing to the other shore. 'Oh, save me.'
+
+'Yer a right brave gal,' said the man. 'Go there,' pointing to a big
+white house close by. 'They are kind folks; they'll help you.'
+
+'Oh, thank you, thank you,' said Eliza, as she walked quickly away. The
+man stood and looked after her wonderingly.
+
+On the other side of the river Haley was standing perfectly amazed at
+the scene. When Eliza disappeared over the bank he turned and looked at
+Sam and Andy, with terrible anger in his eyes.
+
+But Sam and Andy were glad, oh, so glad, that Eliza had escaped. They
+were so glad that they laughed till the tears rolled down their cheeks.
+
+'I'll make ye laugh,' said Haley, laying about their heads with his
+riding whip.
+
+They ducked their heads, ran shouting up the bank, and were on their
+horses before he could reach them.
+
+'Good evening, mas'r,' said Sam. 'I berry much 'spect missis be anxious
+'bout us. Mas'r Haley won't want us no longer.' Then off they went as
+fast as their horses could gallop.
+
+It was late at night before they reached home again, but Mrs. Shelby was
+waiting for them. As soon as she heard the horses galloping up she ran
+out to the balcony.
+
+'Is that you, Sam?' she called. 'Where are they?'
+
+'Mas'r Haley's a-restin' at the tavern. He's drefful fatigued, missis.'
+
+'And Eliza, Sam?'
+
+'Come up here, Sam,' called Mr. Shelby, who had followed his wife, 'and
+tell your mistress what she wants to know.'
+
+So Sam went up and told the wonderful story of how Eliza had crossed the
+river on the floating ice. Mr. and Mrs. Shelby found it hard to believe
+that such a thing was possible.
+
+Mrs. Shelby was very, very glad that Eliza had escaped. She told Aunt
+Chloe to give Sam and Andy a specially good supper. Then they went to
+bed quite pleased with their day's work.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+
+ELIZA FINDS A REFUGE
+
+
+A lady and gentleman were sitting talking happily together in the
+drawing-room of the white house to which Eliza had gone. Suddenly their
+old black man-of-all-work put his head in at the door and said, 'Will
+missis come into the kitchen?'
+
+The lady went. Presently she called to her husband, 'I do wish you would
+come here a moment.'
+
+He rose and went into the kitchen.
+
+There lay Eliza on two kitchen chairs. Her poor feet were all cut and
+bleeding, and she had fainted quite away. The master of the house drew
+his breath short, and stood silent.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+His wife and the cook were trying to bring Eliza round. The old
+man had Harry on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and
+stockings, to warm the little cold feet.
+
+'Poor creature,' said the lady.
+
+Suddenly Eliza opened her eyes. A dreadful look of pain came into her
+face. She sprang up saying, 'Oh, my Harry, have they got him?'
+
+As soon as he heard her voice, Harry jumped from the old man's knee, and
+running to her side, put up his arms.
+
+'Oh, he's here! he's here,' she said, kissing him. 'Oh, ma'am,' she
+went, on turning wildly to the lady of the house, 'do protect us, don't
+let them get him.'
+
+'Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman,' said the lady. 'You are safe;
+don't be afraid.'
+
+'God bless you,' said Eliza, covering her face and sobbing, while Harry,
+seeing her crying, tried to get into her lap to comfort her.
+
+'You needn't be afraid of anything; we are friends here, poor woman.
+Tell me where you come from and what you want,' said the lady.
+
+'I came from the other side of the river,' said Eliza.
+
+'When?' said the gentleman, very much astonished.
+
+'To-night.'
+
+'How did you come?'
+
+'I crossed on the ice.'
+
+'Crossed on the ice!' exclaimed every one.
+
+'Yes,' said Eliza slowly, 'I did. God helped me, and I crossed on the
+ice. They were close behind me--right behind, and there was no other
+way.'
+
+'Law, missis,' said the old servant, 'the ice is all in broken up
+blocks, a-swinging up and down in the water.'
+
+'I know it is. I know it,' said Eliza wildly. 'But I did it. I would'nt
+have thought I could--I didn't think I could get over, but I didn't
+care. I could but die if I didn't. And God helped me.'
+
+'Were you a slave?' said the gentleman.
+
+'Yes, sir.'
+
+'Was your master unkind to you?'
+
+'No, sir.'
+
+'Was your mistress unkind to you?'
+
+'No, sir--no. My mistress was always good to me.'
+
+'What could make you leave a good home, then, and run away, and go
+through such danger?'
+
+'They wanted to take my boy away from me--to sell him--to sell him down
+south, ma'am. To go all alone--a baby that had never been away from his
+mother in his life. I couldn't bear it. I took him, and ran away in the
+night. They chased me, they were coming down close behind me, and I
+heard 'em. I jumped right on to the ice. How I got across I don't know.
+The first I knew, a man was helping me up the bank.'
+
+It was such a sad story, that the tears came into the eyes of everyone
+who heard her tell it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Where do you mean to go to, poor woman?' asked the lady.
+
+'To Canada, if I only knew where that was. Is it very far off, is
+Canada'? said Eliza, looking up in a simple, trusting way, to the kind
+lady's face.
+
+'Poor woman,' said she again.
+
+'Is it a great way off?' asked Eliza.
+
+'Yes,' said the lady of the house sadly, 'it is far away. But we will
+try to help you to get there.' Eliza wanted to go to Canada, because it
+belonged to the British. They did not allow any one to be made a slave
+there. George, too, was going to try to reach Canada.
+
+'Wife,' said the gentleman, when they had gone back again into their
+own sitting-room, 'we must get that poor woman away to-night. She is not
+safe here. I know some good people, far in the country, who will take
+care of her.'
+
+So this kind gentleman got the carriage ready, and drove Eliza and her
+boy a long, long way, through the dark night, to a cottage far in the
+country. There he left her with a good man and his wife, who promised to
+be kind to her, and help her to go to Canada. He gave some money to the
+good man too, and told him to use it for Eliza.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+
+UNCLE TOM SAYS GOOD-BYE
+
+
+The day after the hunt for Eliza was a very sad one in Uncle Tom's
+cabin. It was the day on which Haley was going to take Uncle Tom away.
+
+Aunt Chloe had been up very early. She had washed and ironed all Tom's
+clothes, and packed his trunk neatly. Now she was cooking the
+breakfast,--the last breakfast she would ever cook for her dear husband.
+Her eyes were quite red and swollen with crying, and the tears kept
+running down her cheeks all the time.
+
+'It's the last time,' said Tom sadly.
+
+Aunt Chloe could not answer. She sat down, buried her face in her hands,
+and sobbed aloud.
+
+'S'pose we must be resigned. But, O Lord, how can I? If I knew anything
+where you was goin', or how they'd treat you! Missis says she'll try and
+buy you back again in a year or two. But, Lor', nobody never comes back
+that goes down there.'
+
+'There'll be the same God there, Chloe, that there is here.'
+
+'Well,' said Aunt Chloe, 's'pose dere will. But the Lord lets drefful
+things happen sometimes. I don't seem to get no comfort dat way.'
+
+'Let's think on our mercies,' said Tom, in a shaking voice.
+
+'Mercies!' said Aunt Chloe, 'don't see any mercies in 't. It isn't
+right! it isn't right it should be so! Mas'r never ought to have left it
+so that ye could be took for his debts. Mebbe he can't help himself now,
+but I feel it's wrong. Nothing can beat that out of me. Such a faithful
+crittur as ye've been, reckonin' on him more than your own wife and
+chil'en.'
+
+'Chloe! now, if ye love me, you won't talk so, when it is perhaps jest
+the last time we'll ever have together,' said Tom.
+
+'Wall, anyway, there's wrong about it somewhere,' said Aunt Chloe, 'I
+can't jest make out where 'tis. But there is wrong somewhere, I'm sure
+of that.'
+
+Neither Tom nor Chloe could eat any breakfast; their hearts were too
+full of sorrow. But the little children, who hardly understood what was
+happening, enjoyed theirs. It was not often that they had such a fine
+one as Chloe had cooked for Tom's last morning at home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Breakfast was just finished, when Mrs. Shelby came. Chloe was not very
+pleased to see her. She was angry, and blamed her for letting Tom be
+sold.
+
+But Mrs. Shelby did not seem to see Aunt Chloe's angry looks. 'Tom,' she
+said, turning to him, 'I come to--' she could say no more, she was
+crying so bitterly.
+
+Then all Aunt Chloe's anger faded away.
+
+'Lor', now missis, don't-don't,' she said. She too burst out crying
+again, and for a few minutes they all sobbed together.
+
+'Tom,' said Mrs. Shelby at last, 'I can't do anything for you now. But
+I promise you, most solemnly, to save as much, money as I can. As soon
+as I have enough, I will buy you back again.'
+
+Just then Haley arrived. Tom said a last sad good-bye to his wife and
+children, and got into the cart, which Haley had brought with him.
+
+As soon as Tom was seated in the cart, Haley took a heavy chain, and
+fastened it round his ankles. Poor Tom had done nothing wrong, yet he
+was treated worse than a thief, just because he was a slave.
+
+'You don't need to do that,' said Mrs. Shelby, 'Tom won't run away.'
+
+'Don't know so much about that, ma'am; I've lost one already. I can't
+afford to run any more risks,' replied Haley.
+
+'Please give my love to Mas'r George,' said Tom, looking round sadly.
+'Tell him how sorry I am he is not at home to say good-bye.'
+
+Master George was Mr. and Mrs. Shelby's son. He was very fond of Tom,
+and was teaching him to write. He often used to come and have tea in
+Uncle Tom's little cottage. Aunt Chloe used to make her very nicest
+cakes when Mas'r George came to tea. But he was not at home now, and did
+not know that Tom had been sold.
+
+Haley whipped up the horse, and, with a last sad look at the old place,
+Tom was whirled away to a town called Washington.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+
+UNCLE TOM MEETS EVA
+
+
+Haley stayed in Washington several days. He went to market each day and
+bought more slaves. He put heavy chains on their hands and feet, and
+sent them to prison along with Tom.
+
+When he had bought all the slaves he wanted, and was ready to go, he
+drove them before him, like a herd of cattle, on to a boat which was
+going south.
+
+It was a beautiful boat. The deck was gay with lovely ladies and fine
+gentlemen walking about enjoying the bright spring sunshine.
+
+Down on the lower deck, in the dark, among the luggage, were crowded Tom
+and the other poor slaves.
+
+Some of the ladies and gentlemen on board were very sorry for the poor
+niggers, and pitied them. Others never thought about them at all, or if
+they did, thought it was quite just and proper that they should be
+treated badly. 'They are only slaves,' they said.
+
+Among the passengers was a pretty little girl, about six years old. She
+had beautiful golden hair, and big blue eyes. She ran about here, there,
+and everywhere, dancing and laughing like a little fairy. There were
+other children on board, but not one so pretty or so merry as she. She
+was always dressed in white, and Tom thought she looked like a little
+angel, as she danced and ran about.
+
+Often and often she would come and walk sadly around the place where the
+poor slaves sat in their chains. She would look pityingly at them, and
+then go slowly away. Once or twice she came with her dress full of
+sweets, nuts, and oranges, and gave them all some.
+
+Tom watched the little lady, and tried to make friends with her. His
+pockets were full of all kinds of things, with which he used to amuse
+his old master's children.
+
+He could make whistles of every sort and size, cut baskets out of
+cherry-stones, faces out of nut-shells, jumping figures out of bits of
+wood. He brought these out one by one, and though the little girl was
+shy at first, they soon grew to be great friends.
+
+'What is missy's name?' said Tom one day.
+
+'Evangeline St. Clare,' said the little girl; 'though papa and everybody
+else call me Eva. Now, what's your name?'
+
+'My name's Tom. The little chil'en at my old home used to call me Uncle
+Tom.'
+
+'Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you,' said
+Eva. 'So, Uncle Tom, where are you going?'
+
+'I don't know, Miss Eva.'
+
+'Don't know?' said Eva.
+
+'No. I'm going to be sold to somebody. I don't know who.'
+
+'My papa can buy you, said Eva quickly. 'If he buys you you will have
+good times. I mean to ask him to, this very day.'
+
+'Thank you, my little lady,' said Tom.
+
+Just at this moment, the boat stopped at a small landing-place to take
+in some wood. Eva heard her father's voice, and ran away to speak to
+him.
+
+Tom too rose and walked to the side. He was allowed to go about now
+without chains. He was so good and gentle, that even a man like Haley
+could not help seeing that it could do no harm to let him go free.
+
+Tom helped the sailors to carry the wood on the boat. He was so big and
+strong that they were very glad to have his help.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Eva and her father were standing by the railings as the boat once more
+began to move. It had hardly left the landing-stage when, some how or
+other, Eva lost her balance. She fell right over the side of the boat
+into the water.
+
+Tom was standing just under her, on the lower deck, as she fell. In one
+moment he sprang after her. The next he had caught her his arms, and was
+swimming with her to the boat-side, where eager hands were held out to
+take her.
+
+The whole boat was in confusion. Every one ran to help Eva, while the
+poor slave went back to his place, unnoticed and uncared for.
+
+But Mr. St. Clare did not forget.
+
+The next day Tom sat on the lower deck, with folded arms, anxiously
+watching him as he talked to Haley.
+
+Eva's father was a very handsome man. He was like Eva, with the same
+beautiful blue eyes and golden-brown hair. He was very fond of fun and
+laughter, and though he had quite made up his mind to buy Tom, he was
+now teasing Haley, and pretending to think that he was asking too much
+money for him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Papa do buy him, it's no matter what you pay', whispered Eva softly,
+putting her arms around her father's neck. 'You have money enough, I
+know. I want him.'
+
+'What for, pussy? Are you going to use him for a rattle-box, or a
+rocking-horse, or what?'
+
+'I want to make him happy.'
+
+Mr. St. Clare laughed; but after making a few more jokes about it, he
+gave Haley the money he asked for, and Tom had a new master.
+
+'Come, Eva,' said Mr. St. Clare, and, taking her hand, went across the
+boat to Tom.
+
+'Look up, Tom,' he said to him, 'and see how you like your new master.'
+
+Tom looked up. Mr. St. Clare had such a gay, young, handsome face, that
+Tom could not help feeling glad. Grateful tears rushed to his eyes as he
+said, 'God bless you, mas'r.'
+
+'Can you drive horses, Tom?'
+
+'I've been allays used to horses,' said Tom.
+
+'Well, I think I'll make you a coachman. But you must not get drunk.'
+
+Tom looked surprised and a little hurt.
+
+'I never drink', mas'r,' he said.
+
+'Never mind, my boy,' said Mr. St. Clare, seeing him look so grave; 'I
+don't doubt you mean to do well.'
+
+'I certainly do, mas'r,' said Tom.
+
+'And you shall have good times,' said Eva. 'Papa is very good to
+everybody, only he always will laugh at them.'
+
+'Papa is much obliged to you,' said Mr. St. Clare laughing, as he walked
+away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+
+ELIZA AMONG THE QUAKERS
+
+
+While Uncle Tom was sailing South, down the wide river, to his new
+master's home, Eliza with her boy was travelling north to Canada.
+
+Kind people helped her all the way. She passed from friend to friend,
+till she arrived safely at a village where the people were Quakers.
+
+The Quakers were gentle, quiet people. They all dressed alike in plain
+grey clothes, and the women wore big, white muslin caps. Because they
+thought it was wicked to have slaves, they helped those who ran away
+from their cruel masters. Often they were punished for doing this, but
+still they went on helping the poor slaves. For though the laws said it
+was wrong, they felt quite sure that it was really right to do so.
+
+The kind Quaker women grew to be very fond of Eliza, and would have been
+glad if she would have stayed with them.
+
+But Eliza said, 'No, I must go on; I dare not stop. I can't sleep at
+night: I can't rest. Last night I dreamed I saw that man come into the
+yard.'
+
+'Poor child,' said Rachel, the kind Quaker woman to whom she was
+speaking, 'poor child, thee mustn't feel so. No slave that has run away
+has ever been stolen from our village. It is safe here.'
+
+While they were talking, Simeon, Rachel's husband, came to the door and
+called, 'Wife, I want to speak to thee a minute.'
+
+Rachel went out to him. 'Eliza's husband is here,' he said.
+
+'Art thee sure?' asked Rachel, her face bright with joy.
+
+'Yes, quite certain; he will be here soon. Will thee tell her?'
+
+Rachel went back into the kitchen, where Eliza was sewing, and, opening
+the door of a small bedroom, said gently, 'Come in here with me, my
+daughter; I have news to tell thee.'
+
+Eliza rose trembling, she was so afraid it was bad news.
+
+'No, no! never fear thee. It's good news, Eliza,' said Simeon,
+
+Rachel shut the door, and drew Eliza towards her. 'The Lord has been
+very good to thee,' she said gently. 'Thy husband hath escaped, and will
+be here to-night.'
+
+'To-night!' repeated Eliza, 'to-night!'
+
+Then it seemed as if the room and everything in it swam round her, and
+she fell into Rachel's arms.
+
+Very gently Rachel laid her down on the bed. Eliza slept as she had not
+slept since the dreadful night when she had taken her boy and run away
+through the cold, dark night.
+
+She dreamed of a beautiful country--a land, it seemed to her, of
+rest--green shores, pleasant islands, and lovely glittering water. There
+in a house, which kind voices told her was her home, she saw Harry
+playing happily. She heard her husband's footstep. She felt him coming
+nearer. His arms were around her, his tears falling upon her face, and
+she awoke.
+
+It was no dream. The sun had set, the candles were lit. Harry was
+sleeping by her side, and George, her husband, was holding her in his
+arms.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+
+UNCLE TOM'S NEW HOME
+
+
+Uncle Tom soon settled down in his new home. He was as happy as he could
+be, so far away from his wife and dear little children. He had a kind
+master.
+
+Mrs. St. Clare, however, was not nearly so nice as her husband. She was
+cruel, and would often have beaten her poor slaves, but Mr. St. Clare
+would not allow it.
+
+She always pretended that she was very ill, and spent most of her time
+lying on a sofa, or driving about in her comfortable carriage.
+
+Mrs. St. Clare said she really was too ill to look after the house, so
+everything was left to the slaves. Soon things began to be very
+uncomfortable, and even good-natured Mr. St. Clare could stand it no
+longer.
+
+He went to his cousin, Miss Ophelia St. Clare, and begged her to come
+and keep house for him, and to look after Eva. It was on the journey
+back with her that the accident to Eva happened, which ended in his
+buying Tom.
+
+Miss Ophelia was a very prim and precise person, not at all like the
+St. Clares. In her home people did not have slaves. Though her cousin
+had a great many, and was kind to them, she could not help seeing that
+it was a very wicked thing to buy and sell men and women as if they were
+cattle. She was very, very sorry for the poor slaves, and would have
+liked to free them all. Yet she did not love them. She could not bear
+even to have them near her, nor to touch them, just because they were
+black.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It made her quite ill to see Eva kissing and hugging the black slave
+women when she came home.
+
+'Well, I couldn't do that,' she said.
+
+'Why not?' said Mr. St. Clare, who was looking on.
+
+'Well, I want to be kind to every one. I wouldn't have anybody hurt.
+But, as to kissing niggers--' she gave a little shudder. 'How can she?'
+
+Presently a gay laugh sounded from the court. Mr. St. Clare stepped out
+to see what was happening.
+
+'What is it?' said Miss Ophelia, following him.
+
+There sat Tom on a little mossy seat in the court. Every one of his
+buttonholes was stuck full of flowers. Eva, laughing gaily, was hanging
+a wreath of roses round his neck. Then, still laughing, she perched on
+his knee like a little sparrow.
+
+'Oh, Tom, you look so funny!'
+
+Tom had a sober smile on his face. He seemed in his own quiet way to be
+enjoying the fun quite as much as his little mistress. When he lifted
+his eyes and saw his master he looked as if he were afraid he might be
+scolded. But Mr. St. Clare only smiled.
+
+'How can you let her do that?' said Miss Ophelia.
+
+'Why not?' said Mr. St. Clare.
+
+'Why? I don't know. It seems dreadful to me.'
+
+'You would think it was quite right and natural if you saw Eva playing
+with a large dog, even if he was black. But a fellow-creature that can
+think, and reason, and feel, and is immortal, you shudder at. I know how
+you north-country people feel about it. You loathe the blacks as you
+would a toad or a snake. Yet you pity them, and are angry because they
+are often ill-treated.'
+
+'Well, cousin,' said Miss Ophelia thoughtfully, 'I daresay you are
+right. I suppose I must try to get over my feeling.'
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+
+UNCLE TOM'S LETTER
+
+
+Uncle Tom felt that he was indeed very fortunate to have found such a
+kind master and so good a home. He had nice clothes, plenty of food, and
+a comfortable room to sleep in. He had no hard, disagreeable work to do.
+His chief duties were to drive Mrs. St. Clare's carriage when she wanted
+to go out, and to attend on Eva when she wanted him. He soon grew to
+love his little mistress very, very much indeed.
+
+Mr. St. Clare too began to find Tom very useful. He was dreadfully
+careless about money, and his chief servant was just as careless as his
+master. So between them a great deal was not only spent but wasted.
+
+Mr. Shelby had trusted Tom in everything, and Tom had always been
+careful of his master's money--as careful as if it had been his own.
+Waste seemed dreadful to him, and he tried to do something to stop it
+now.
+
+Mr. St. Clare was not long in finding out how clever Tom was, and soon
+trusted him as thoroughly as Mr. Shelby had done.
+
+But in spite of all his good fortune, Tom used to long very much to go
+home to see his dear ones again. He had plenty of spare time, and
+whenever he had nothing to do he would pull his Bible out of his pocket
+and try to find comfort in reading it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But as time went on, Uncle Tom longed more and more for his home. At
+last one day he had a grand idea. He would write a letter.
+
+Before Uncle Tom was sold, George Shelby had been teaching him to write
+so he thought he could manage a letter.
+
+He begged a sheet of writing-paper from Eva, and going to his room began
+to make a rough copy on his slate.
+
+It was very difficult. Poor Uncle Tom found that he had quite forgotten
+how to make some of the letters. Of those he did remember, he was not
+quite sure which he ought to use. Yes, it was a very difficult thing
+indeed.
+
+While he was working away, breathing very hard over it, Eva came behind
+him, and peeped over his shoulder.
+
+'Oh, Uncle Tom! what funny things you are making there!'
+
+Eva put her little golden head close to Uncle Tom's black one, and the
+two began a grave and anxious talk over the letter. They were both very
+earnest, and both very ignorant. But after a great deal of consulting
+over every word, the writing began, they really thought, to look quite
+like a proper letter.
+
+'Yes, Uncle Tom, it begins to look beautiful,' said Eva, gazing on it
+with delight. 'How pleased your wife will be, and the poor little
+children! Oh, it is a shame that you ever had to go away from them! I
+mean to ask papa to let you go back, some day.'
+
+'Missis said that she would send down money for me, as soon as they
+could get it together,' said Tom. 'Young Mas'r George, he said he'd come
+for me. He gave me this dollar as a sign,' and Tom drew the precious
+dollar from under his coat.
+
+'Oh, he is sure to come, then,' said Eva, 'I am so glad.'
+
+'I wanted to send a letter, you see, to let 'em know where I was, and
+tell poor Chloe that I was well off, 'cause she felt so dreadful, poor
+soul.'
+
+'I say, Tom,' said Mr. St. Clare, coming in at the door at this minute.
+
+Tom and Eva both started.
+
+'What's this?' Mr. St. Clare went on, coming up and looking at the
+slate.
+
+'Oh, it's Tom's letter. I'm helping him to write it,' said Eva. 'Isn't
+it nice?'
+
+'I wouldn't discourage either of you,' said her father; 'but I rather
+think, Tom, you had better let me write your letter for you. I'll do it
+when I come home from my ride.'
+
+'It is very important that he should write,' said Eva, 'because his
+mistress is going to send money to buy him back again, you know, papa.
+He told me they had said so.'
+
+Mr. St. Clare thought in his heart that very likely this meant nothing.
+He thought it was only one of these things which good-natured people
+said to their slaves to comfort them when they were taken away from
+their dear ones to be sold. He did not really believe Mrs. Shelby
+meant to buy Tom back again. However, he did not say so out loud, but
+just told Tom to get the horses ready for a ride.
+
+That evening the letter was written, and Uncle Tom carried it joyfully
+to the post-office.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+
+GEORGE FIGHTS FOR FREEDOM
+
+
+The day after George and Eliza met each other once more at the end of so
+many sad months of parting, was a very happy one in the Quaker house.
+
+The two had much to say to each other. George had to tell how he had
+escaped from his cruel master, and how he had followed Eliza all the way
+and at last found her. Then there were plans to make for going on
+towards Canada. It was arranged that they should start that night at ten
+o'clock. 'The pursuers are hard after thee, we must not delay,' said
+Simeon.
+
+Rachel was happy and busy, packing up food and clothes for them to take
+on the journey.
+
+Late in the afternoon another Quaker, called Phineas, came with the
+dreadful news that the wicked men, whom Haley had sent to catch Eliza,
+were only a few miles away.
+
+So George and Eliza decided to start as soon as it was dark. A little
+while after supper a large covered waggon drew up before the door. They
+got in and the waggon drove off.
+
+On and on, all through the dark night they drove. About three o'clock,
+George heard the click of a horse's hoof coming behind them.
+
+'That's Simeon,' said Phineas, who was driving, as he pulled up the
+horses to listen.
+
+'Halloa, there, Simeon,' he shouted, 'what news? Are they coming?'
+
+'Yes, right on behind, eight or ten of them.'
+
+'Oh! what shall we do?' groaned Eliza.
+
+But Phineas knew the road well. He lashed the horses till they flew
+along, the waggon rattling and jumping over the hard road behind them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+On they went till they came to a place where the rocks rose straight up
+from the road like a wall. It seemed impossible for any one to climb up
+there. But Phineas knew a way.
+
+He stopped the horses. 'Here, Simeon,' he said, 'take the waggon, and
+drive on as fast as thou canst, and bring back help. Now follow me,' he
+said to the others, 'quick, for your lives. Run now, if you you ever did
+run.'
+
+Quicker than we can say it, they were following him up a tiny narrow
+path to the top of the rocks, and Simeon was galloping the horses with
+the empty waggon along the road.
+
+'We are pretty safe here,' said Phineas, when they had reached the top.
+'Only one person can come up that path at a time. If any one tries it,
+shoot him.'
+
+The men who were chasing them had now arrived at the foot of of the
+rocks. They were led by a big man called Tom Loker, and another
+mean-looking little man, whom Haley had sent.
+
+After some hunting about, they found the path, and, headed by Tom Loker,
+began to climb up.
+
+'Come up if you like,' George called out, 'but if you do we will shoot
+you.'
+
+For answer, the little man took aim at George, and fired.
+
+Eliza screamed, but the shot did not hurt him. It passed close to his
+hair, nearly touched her cheek, and, struck a tree behind.
+
+Tom Loker came on. George waited until he was near enough, then he
+fired. The shot hit him in the side. But, though wounded, he would not
+go back. With a yell like that of a mad bull he came leaping on, and
+sprang right in among them.
+
+Quakers are not allowed to use guns and pistols, so Phineas had been
+standing back while George shot. Now he sprang forward. As Tom Loker
+landed in the middle of them, he gave him a great push, saying, 'Friend,
+thee isn't wanted here.'
+
+Down fell Tom Loker, down, down the steep side of the rock. He crashed
+and crackled among trees, bushes, logs, loose stones, till he lay
+bruised and groaning far below. The fall might have killed him, had it
+not been broken by his clothes catching on the branches of a large tree.
+
+Cruel people are, very often, cowardly too. When the men saw their
+leader first wounded, and then thrown down, they all ran away.
+
+Mounting their horses, they rode off as fast as they could, leaving Tom
+Loker lying on the ground wounded and groaning with pain.
+
+As soon as Phineas and the others saw that the wicked men had really
+ridden away, they climbed down, meaning to walk along the road till they
+met Simeon.
+
+They had just reached the bottom, when they saw him coming back with the
+waggon and two other men.
+
+'Now we are safe,' cried Phineas joyfully.
+
+'Well, do stop then,' said Eliza, 'and do something for that poor man.
+He is groaning dreadfully.'
+
+'It would be no more than Christian,' said George. 'Let us take him with
+us.'
+
+They lifted the wounded man gently, as if he had been a friend instead
+of a cruel enemy, and laid him in the waggon. Then they all set out once
+more.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A drive of about an hour brought them to a neat farm-house. There the
+tired travellers were kindly received and given a good breakfast.
+
+Tom Loker was put into a comfortable bed, far cleaner and softer than
+any he had ever slept in before. George and Eliza walked about the
+garden hand-in-hand, feeling happy together, and almost safe. They were
+so near Canada now.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+
+AUNT DINAH
+
+
+Miss Ophelia found that it was no easy matter to bring anything like
+order into the St. Clare household. The slaves had been left to
+themselves so long, and had grown so untidy, that they were not at all
+pleased with Miss Feely, as they called her, for trying to make them be
+tidy. However, she had quite made up her mind that order there must be.
+She got up at four o'clock in the morning, much to the surprise of the
+housemaids. All day long she was busy dusting and tidying, till Mrs. St.
+Clare said it made her tired to see cousin Ophelia so busy.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+
+TOPSY
+
+
+One morning, while Miss Ophelia was busy, as usual, she heard Mr. St.
+Clare calling her from the foot of the stairs.
+
+'Come down here, cousin. I have something to show you.'
+
+'What is it?' said Miss Ophelia, coming down with her sewing in her
+hand.
+
+'I have bought something for you. See here,' he said, pulling forward a
+little negro girl of about eight or nine years old.
+
+She was quite black. Her round, shining eyes glittered like glass beads.
+Her wooly hair was plaited into little tails which stuck out in all
+directions. Her clothes were dirty and ragged. Miss Ophelia thought she
+had never seen such a dreadful little girl in all her life.
+
+'Cousin, what in the world have you brought that thing here for?' she
+asked, in dismay.
+
+'For you to teach, to be sure, and train in the way she should go,' said
+Mr. St. Clare, laughing. 'Topsy,' he went on, 'this is your new
+mistress. See, now, that you behave yourself.'
+
+'Yes, mas'r,' said Topsy gravely, but her eyes had a wicked twinkle in
+them.
+
+'You're going to be good, Topsy, you understand?' said Mr. St. Clare.
+
+'Oh yes, mas'r' said Topsy again, meekly folding her hands, but with
+another twinkle in her eyes.
+
+'Now cousin, what is this for? Your house is full of these little
+plagues as it is. I get up in the morning and find one asleep behind the
+door; see one black head poking out from under the table; another lying
+on the mat. They tumble over the kitchen floor, so that a body can't put
+their foot down without treading on them. What on earth did you want to
+bring this one for?'
+
+'For you to teach, didn't I tell you?'
+
+'I don't want her, I'm sure. I have more to do with them now than I
+want.'
+
+'Well the fact is, cousin,' said Mr. St. Clare, drawing her aside, 'she
+belonged to some people who were dreadfully cruel and beat her. I
+couldn't bear to hear her screaming every day, so I bought her. I will
+give her to you. Do try and make something of her.'
+
+'Well, I'll do what I can,' said Miss Ophelia. 'She is fearfully dirty,
+and half naked.'
+
+'Well, take her downstairs, and tell somebody to clean her up, and give
+her some decent clothes.'
+
+Getting Topsy clean was a very long business. But at last it was done.
+
+Then, sitting down before her, Miss Ophelia began to question her.
+
+'How old are you, Topsy?'
+
+'Dunno, missis,' said she, grinning like an ugly little black doll.
+
+'Don't know how old you are! Did nobody ever tell you? Who was your
+mother?'
+
+'Never had none,' said Topsy, with another grin.
+
+'Never had any mother! What do you mean? Where were you born?'
+
+'Never was born.'
+
+'You mustn't answer me like that, child,' said Miss Ophelia sternly. 'I
+am not playing with you. Tell me where you were born, and who your
+father and mother were.'
+
+'Never was born,' said Topsy again very decidedly. 'Never had no father,
+nor mother, nor nothin!'
+
+Miss Ophelia hardly knew what to make of her. 'How long have you lived
+with your master and mistress, then?' she asked.
+
+'Dunno, missis.'
+
+'Is it a year, or more, or less?'
+
+'Dunno, missis.'
+
+'Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?' asked Miss Ophelia
+next.
+
+Topsy looked puzzled, but kept on grinning.
+
+'Do you know who made you?'
+
+'Nobody as I knows on,' replied Topsy, with a laugh. 'Spect I grow'd.
+Don't think nobody ever made me.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Do you know how to sew?' asked Miss Ophelia, quite shocked.
+
+'No, missis.'
+
+'What can you do? What did you do for your master and mistress?'
+
+'Fetch water, and wash dishes, and clean knives, and wait on folks.'
+
+'Well, now, Topsy, I'm going to show you just how my bed is to be made.
+I am very particular about my bed. You must learn exactly how to do it.'
+
+'Yes, missis,' said Topsy, with a deep sigh and a face of woeful
+earnestness.
+
+'Now, Topsy, look here. This is the hem of the sheet. This is the right
+side of the sheet. This is the wrong. Will you remember?'
+
+'Yes, missis,' said Topsy with another sigh.
+
+'Well, now, the under-sheet you must bring over the bolster--so, and
+tuck it right down under the mattress nice and smooth--so. Do you see?'
+
+'Yes, missis.'
+
+'But the upper sheet,' said Miss Ophelia, 'must be brought down in this
+way, and tucked under, firm and smooth, at the foot--so, the narrow hem
+at the foot.'
+
+'Yes, missis,' said Topsy as before. But while Miss Ophelia was bending
+over the bed she had quickly seized a pair of gloves and a ribbon, which
+were lying on the dressing-table, and slipped them up her sleeves. When
+Miss Ophelia looked up again, the naughty little girl was standing with
+meekly-folded hand as before.
+
+'Now, Topsy, let me see you do this,' said Miss Ophelia, pulling the
+clothes off again and seating herself.
+
+Topsy, looking very earnest, did it all just as she had been shown. She
+did it so quickly and well that Miss Ophelia was very pleased. But,
+alas! as she was finishing, an end of ribbon came dangling out of her
+sleeve.
+
+'What is this?' said Miss Ophelia, seizing it. 'You naughty, wicked
+child--you have been stealing this.'
+
+The ribbon was pulled out of Topsy's own sleeve. Yet she did not seem a
+bit ashamed. She only looked at it with an air of surprise and
+innocence.
+
+'Why, that's Miss Feely's ribbon, an't it? How could it a got into my
+sleeve?'
+
+'Topsy, you naughty girl, don't tell me a lie. You stole that ribbon,'
+
+'Missis, I declare I didn't. Never seed it till dis blessed minnit.'
+
+'Topsy,' said Miss Ophelia, 'don't you know it is wicked to tell lies?'
+
+'I never tells no lies, Miss Feely,' said Topsy. 'It's jist the truth
+I've been, tellin' now. It an't nothin' else.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so.'
+
+'Laws, missis, if you whip's all day, couldn't say no other way,' said
+Topsy, beginning to cry. 'I never seed dat ribbon. It must a caught in
+my sleeve. Miss Feely must'a left it on the bed, and it got caught in
+the clothes, and so got in my sleeve.'
+
+Miss Ophelia was so angry at such a barefaced lie that she caught Topsy
+and shook her. 'Don't tell me that again,' she said.
+
+The shake brought the gloves on the floor from the other sleeve.
+
+'There,' said Miss Ophelia, 'will you tell me now you didn't steal the
+ribbon?'
+
+Topsy now confessed to stealing the gloves. But she, still said she had
+not taken the ribbon.
+
+'Now, Topsy', said Miss Ophelia kindly, 'if you will confess all about
+it I won't whip you this time.'
+
+So Topsy confessed to having stolen both the ribbon and the gloves. She
+said she was very, very sorry, and would never do it again.
+
+'Well, now, tell me,' said Miss Ophelia, 'have you taken anything else
+since you have been in the house? If you confess I won't whip you.'
+
+'Laws, missis, I took Miss Eva's red thing she wears on her neck.'
+
+'You did, you naughty child! Well, what else?'
+
+'I took Rosa's ear-rings--them red ones.'
+
+'Go and bring them to me this minute--both of them.'
+
+'Laws, missis, I can't--they's burnt up.'
+
+'Burnt up? What a story! Go and get them, or I shall whip you.'
+
+Topsy began to cry and groan, and declare that she could not. 'They's
+burnt up, they is.'
+
+'What did you burn them up for?' asked Miss Ophelia.
+
+'Cause I's wicked, I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow. I can't help it.'
+
+Just at this minute Eva came into the room wearing her coral necklace.
+
+'Why, Eva, where did you get your necklace?' said Miss Ophelia.
+
+'Get it? Why, I have had it on all day,' answered Eva, rather surprised.
+'And what is funny, aunty, I had it on all night too. I forgot to take
+it off when I went to bed.'
+
+Miss Ophelia looked perfectly astonished. She was more astonished still
+when, next minute, Rosa, who was one of the housemaids, came in with a
+basket of clean clothes, wearing her coral ear-rings as usual.
+
+I'm sure I don't know what to do with such a child,' she said, in
+despair. 'What in the world made you tell me you took those things,
+Topsy?'
+
+'Why, missis said I must 'fess. I couldn't think of nothing else to
+'fess,' said Topsy, wiping her eyes.
+
+'But of course, I didn't want you to confess things you didn't do,' said
+Miss Ophelia. 'That is telling a lie just as much as the other.'
+
+'Laws, now, is it?' said Topsy, looking surprised and innocent.
+
+'Poor Topsy,' said Eva, 'why need you steal? You are going to be taken
+good care of now. I am sure I would rather give you anything of mine
+than have you steal it.'
+
+Topsy had never been spoken to so kindly and gently in all her life.
+For a minute she looked as if she were going to cry. The next she was
+grinning as usual in her ugly way.
+
+What was to be done with Topsy? Miss Ophelia was quite puzzled. She shut
+her up in a dark room till she could think about it.
+
+'I don't see,' she said to Mr. St. Clare, 'how I am going to manage that
+child without whipping her.'
+
+'Well, whip her, then.'
+
+'I never heard of bringing up children without it,' said Miss Ophelia.
+
+'Oh, well, do as you think best. Only, I have seen this child beaten
+with a poker, knocked down with the shovel or tongs, or anything that
+came handy. So I don't think your beatings will have much effect.'
+
+'What is to be done with her, then?' said Miss Ophelia. 'I never saw
+such a child as this.'
+
+But Mr. St. Clare could not answer her question. So Miss Ophelia had to
+go on, as best she could, trying to make Topsy a good girl.
+
+She taught her to read and to sew. Topsy liked reading, and learned her
+letters like magic. But she could not bear sewing. So she broke her
+needles or threw them away. She tangled, broke, and dirtied her cotton
+and hid her reels. Miss Ophelia felt sure all these things could not be
+accidents. Yet she could never catch Topsy doing them.
+
+In a very few days Topsy had learned how to do Miss Ophelia's room
+perfectly, for she was very quick and clever. But if Miss Ophelia ever
+left her to do it by herself there was sure to be dreadful confusion.
+
+Instead of making the bed, she would amuse herself with pulling off the
+pillow-cases. Then she would butt her woolly head among the pillows,
+until it was covered with feathers sticking out in all directions. She
+would climb the bedpost, and hang head downwards from the top; wave the
+sheets and covers all over the room; dress the bolster up in Miss
+Ophelia's nightgown and act scenes with it, singing, whistling, and
+making faces at herself in the looking-glass all the time.
+
+'Topsy,' Miss Ophelia would say, when her patience was at an end, 'what
+makes you behave so badly?'
+
+'Dunno, missis--I'spects' cause I's so wicked.'
+
+'I don't know what I shall do with you, Topsy.'
+
+'Laws, missis, you must whip me. My old missis always did. I an't used
+to workin' unless I gets whipped.'
+
+So Miss Ophelia tried it. Topsy would scream and groan and implore. But
+half an hour later she would be sitting among the other little niggers
+belonging to the house, laughing about it. 'Miss Feely whip!' she would
+say, 'she can't do it nohow.'
+
+'Law, you niggers,' she would go on, 'does you know you's all sinners?
+Well, you is; everybody is. White folks is sinners too--Miss Feely says
+so. But I 'spects niggers is the biggest ones. But ye an't any of ye up
+to me. I's so awful wicked, there can't nobody do nothin' with me. I
+'spects I's the wickedest crittur in the world.' Then she would turn a
+somersault, and come up bright and smiling, evidently quite pleased with
+herself.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+
+EVA AND TOPSY
+
+
+Two or three years passed. Uncle Tom was still with Mr. St. Clare, far
+away from his home. He was not really unhappy. But always in his heart
+was the aching longing to see his dear ones again.
+
+Now he began to have a new sorrow. He loved his little mistress Eva very
+tenderly, and she was ill.
+
+He saw that she was growing white and thin. She no longer ran and played
+in the garden for hours together as she used to do. She was always tired
+now.
+
+Miss Ophelia noticed it too, and tried to make Mr. St. Clare see it. But
+he would not. He loved his little Eva so much, that he did not want to
+believe that anything could be the matter with her.
+
+Mrs. St. Clare never thought that any one, except herself, could be ill.
+So Eva grew daily thinner and weaker, and Uncle Tom and Aunt Ophelia
+more and more sad and anxious.
+
+But at last she became so unwell, that even Mr. St. Clare had to own
+that something was wrong, and the doctor was sent for.
+
+In a week or two she was very much better. Once more she ran about
+playing and laughing, and her father was delighted. Only Miss Ophelia
+and the doctor sighed and shook their heads. And little Eva herself
+knew; but she was not troubled. She knew she was going to God.
+
+'Papa' she said one day, 'there are some things I want to say to you. I
+want to say them now while I am able.'
+
+She seated herself on his knee, and laid her head on his shoulder.
+
+'It is all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer. The time is
+coming when I am going to leave you. I am going, never to come back',
+and Eva sobbed.
+
+'Eva, darling, don't say such things; you are better you know.'
+
+'No, papa, I am not any better. I know it quite well, and I am going
+soon.'
+
+'And I want to go,' she went on, 'only I don't want to leave you--it
+almost breaks my heart.'
+
+'Don't, Eva, don't talk so. What makes you so sad?'
+
+'I feel sad for our poor people. I wish, papa, they were all free. Isn't
+there any way to have all slaves made free?'
+
+'That is a difficult question, dearest. There is no doubt that this way
+is a very bad one. A great many people think so. I do myself. I wish
+there was not a slave in the land. But then, I don't know what is to be
+done about it.'
+
+'Papa, you are such a good man, and so noble and kind. Couldn't you go
+all around and try and persuade people to do right about this? When I am
+dead, papa, then you will think of me, and do it for my sake.'
+
+'When you are dead, Eva! Oh, child, don't talk to me so.'
+
+'Promise me at least, father, that Tom shall have his freedom, as soon
+as I am gone.'
+
+'Yes, dear, I will do anything you wish. Only don't talk so.'
+
+Miss Ophelia and Eva had been to church together. Miss Ophelia had gone
+to her room to take off her bonnet, while Eva talked to her father.
+
+Suddenly Mr. St. Clare and his little girl heard a great noise coming
+from Miss Ophelia's room. A minute later she appeared, dragging Topsy
+behind her.
+
+'Come out here' she was saying. 'I will tell your master.'
+
+'What is the matter now?' asked Mr. St. Clare.
+
+'The matter is that I cannot be plagued with this child any longer' said
+Miss Ophelia. 'It is past all bearing. Here, I locked her up, and gave
+her a hymn to learn. What does she do, but spy out where I put my key.
+She has gone to my wardrobe, taken a bonnet-trimming, and cut it all to
+pieces to make dolls' jackets! I never saw anything like it in my life.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'I don't know what to do' she went on; 'I have taught and taught. I have
+talked till I'm tired. I've whipped her. I've punished her in every way
+I can think of, and still she is as naughty as she was at first.'
+
+'Come here, Topsy, you monkey,' said Mr. St. Clare.
+
+Topsy came, her hard, round eyes glittering and blinking, half in fear,
+half in mischief.
+
+'What makes you behave so?' said Mr. St. Clare, who could not help being
+amused at her funny expression.
+
+'Spects it's my wicked heart; Miss Feely says so.'
+
+'Don't you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you? She says she has
+done everything she can think of.'
+
+'Lor', yes, mas'r! Old missis used to say so, too. She whipped me a heap
+harder, and used to pull my hair and knock my head agin the door. But it
+didn't do me no good. I 'spect if they is to pull every hair out o' my
+head it wouldn't do no good neither. I's so wicked. Laws! I's nothin'
+but a nigger noways.'
+
+'I shall have to give her up,' said Miss Ophelia. 'I can't have that
+trouble any longer.'
+
+Eva had stood silent, listening. Now she took Topsy by the hand, and led
+her into a little room close by.
+
+'What makes you so naughty, Topsy?' she said, with tears in her eyes.
+'Why don't you try to be good? Don't you love anybody, Topsy?'
+
+'Dunno nothin' 'bout love. I love candy, that's all.'
+
+'But you love your father and mother?'
+
+'Never had none, ye know. I telled ye that, Miss Eva.'
+
+'Oh, I forgot,' said Eva sadly. 'But hadn't you any brother, or sister
+or aunt, or--'
+
+'No, none on 'em. Never had nothin' nor nobody.'
+
+'But, Topsy, if you would only try to be good you might--'
+
+'Couldn't never be nothin' but a nigger, if I was ever so good,' said
+Topsy. 'If I could be skinned, and come white, I'd try then.'
+
+'But people can love you, if you are black, Topsy. Miss Ophelia would
+love you if you were good.'
+
+Topsy laughed scornfully.
+
+'Don't you think so?' said Eva.
+
+'No. She can't bear me, 'cause I'm a nigger. She'd as soon have a toad
+touch her. There can't nobody love niggers, and niggers can't do
+nothin'. I don't care,' and Topsy began whistling to show that she
+didn't.
+
+'Oh, Topsy! I love you,' said Eva, laying her little, thin hand on
+Topsy's shoulder. 'I love you, because you haven't had any mother, or
+father, or friends; because you have been a poor, ill-used child. I love
+you, and I want you to be good. It makes me sorry to have you so
+naughty. I wish you would try to be good for my sake, because I'm going
+to die soon. I shan't be here very long.'
+
+Topsy's round, bright eyes grew suddenly dim with tears. She did believe
+at last that it was possible for some one to love her. She laid her head
+down between her knees and wept and sobbed.
+
+'Poor Topsy,' said Eva gently.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Oh, Miss Eva, dear Miss Eva,' cried the poor little black child, 'I
+will try, I will try. I never did care nothin' about it before.'
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+
+EVA'S LAST GOOD-BYE
+
+
+It soon became quite plain to everybody that Eva was very ill indeed.
+She never ran about and played now, but spent most of the day lying on
+the sofa in her own pretty room.
+
+Every one loved her, and tried to do things for her. Even naughty little
+Topsy used to bring her flowers, and try to be good for her sake.
+
+Uncle Tom was a great deal in Eva's room. She used to get very restless,
+and then she liked to be carried about. He was so big and strong that he
+could do it very easily. He would walk about with her under the
+orange-trees in the garden, or sitting down on some of their old seats,
+would sing their favorite hymns.
+
+He loved to do it, and could not bear to be long away from his little
+mistress. He gave up sleeping in his bed, and lay all night on the mat
+outside her door.
+
+One day Eva made her aunt cut off a lot of her beautiful hair. Then she
+called all the slaves together, said good-bye to them, and gave them
+each a curl of her hair as a keepsake. They all cried very much, and
+said they would never forget her, and would try to be good for her sake.
+
+A few nights later Miss Ophelia came quickly to Tom, as he lay on the
+mat outside Eva's door. 'Go, Tom,' she said, 'go as fast as you can for
+the doctor.'
+
+Tom ran. But in the morning little Eva lay on her bed, cold and white,
+with closed eyes and folded hands.
+
+She had gone to God.
+
+Mr. St. Clare was very, very unhappy for a long time after Eva died. He
+had loved her so much, that now his life seemed quite empty without her.
+
+He did not forget his promise to her about Tom. He went to his lawyer,
+and told him to begin writing out the papers that would make Tom free.
+It took some time to make a slave free.
+
+'Well, Tom,' said Mr. St. Clare the day after he had spoken to his
+Lawyer, 'I'm going to make a free man of you. So have your trunk packed
+and get ready to set out for home.'
+
+Joy shone in Uncle Tom's face. 'Bless the Lord,' he said, raising his
+hands to heaven.
+
+Mr. St. Clare felt rather hurt. He did not like Tom to be so glad to
+leave him.
+
+'You haven't had such a very bad time here that you need be in such
+rapture, Tom,' he said.
+
+'No, no, mas'r! tan't that. It's bein' a free man! That's what I'm joyin'
+for.'
+
+'Why, Tom, don't you think that you are really better off as you are?'
+
+'No, indeed, Mas'r St. Clare,' said Tom, very decidedly; 'no, indeed.'
+
+'But, Tom, you couldn't possibly have earned by your work such clothes
+and such nice, comfortable rooms and good food as I have given you.'
+
+'I knows all that, Mas'r St. Clare. Mas'r has been too good. But, mas'r,
+I'd rather have poor clothes, poor house, poor everything, and have 'em
+mine than have the best, and have 'em any man's else. I had so, mas'r. I
+thinks it's nature, mas'r.'
+
+'I suppose so, Tom. You will be going off and leaving me, in a month or
+two,' he said, rather discontentedly. 'Though why you shouldn't, I don't
+know,' he added, in a gayer voice.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Not while mas'r is in trouble,' said Tom. 'I'll stay with mas'r as long
+as he wants me--so as I can be of any use.'
+
+'Not while I am in trouble, Tom?' said Mr. St. Clare, looking sadly out
+of the window. 'And when will my trouble be over?' Then half-smiling he
+turned from the window, and laid his hand on Tom's shoulder. 'Ah, Tom,
+you soft, silly boy,' he said. 'I won't keep you. Go home to your wife
+and children, and give them all my love.'
+
+'Cousin,' said Miss Ophelia, coming into the room, 'I want to speak to
+you about Topsy.'
+
+'What has she been doing now?'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Nothing; she is a much better girl than she used to be. But I want to
+ask you, whose is she--yours or mine?'
+
+'Why yours, of course; I gave her to you,' said Mr. St. Clare.
+
+'But not by law. There is no use my trying to make this child a
+Christian, unless I can be quite sure that she will not be sold as a
+slave again. If you are really willing I should have her, I want you to
+give me a paper saying she is mine.'
+
+'But you think it is wicked to keep slaves. Now you want to have one of
+your own. Oh! shocking, cousin,' said Mr. St. Clare, who loved to tease.
+
+'Nonsense! I only want to have her, so that I can set her free.'
+
+'Very well,' said Mr. St. Clare, 'I will write the paper for you.' Then
+he sat down and began to read.
+
+'But I want it done now,' said Miss Ophelia.
+
+'Why are you in such a hurry?'
+
+'Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in,' said Miss
+Ophelia. 'want to make sure of it. You may die or lose all your money.
+Then Topsy would be taken away and sold, in spite of anything I could
+say.'
+
+Mr. St. Clare hated being made to do things when he didn't want to.
+However, after teasing his cousin a little more, he wrote out the paper,
+and Topsy belonged to Miss Ophelia. That evening Mr. St. Clare went out
+for a ride.
+
+Tom saw him go, and asked if he should come too. 'No, my boy,' said Mr.
+St. Clare, 'I shall be back in an hour.'
+
+Tom sat down on the verandah to wait till his master came home. While he
+waited, he fell asleep.
+
+Presently he was awakened by loud knocking, and the sound of voices at
+the gate.
+
+He ran to open it.
+
+Several men were there carrying a load. It was Mr. St. Clare. He had
+been hurt in an accident, and was dying.
+
+Very gently they laid him on a sofa. Nothing could be done. In a short
+time he had gone to join his little Eva.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+
+UNCLE TOM'S NEW MASTER
+
+
+There had been great grief in the house when Eva died. Now there was not
+only sorrow, but gloom and fear.
+
+The kind master was dead, and the poor slaves asked themselves in
+despair what would happen to them now.
+
+They were not long left in doubt. One morning Mrs. St. Clare told them
+that they were all to be sold. She was going back to her father's house
+to live, and would not want them any more.
+
+Poor Uncle Tom! The news was a dreadful blow to him. For a few days he
+had been so happy in the thought of going home. Once more, after all
+these years, he thought he would see his dear wife and little children.
+Now, at one stroke, he had lost both his kind master and his hope of
+freedom.
+
+Instead of going home, he was to be sent farther away than ever from his
+dear ones. He could not bear it. He tried to say, "Thy will be done",
+but bitter tears almost choked the words.
+
+He had one hope left. He would ask Miss Ophelia to speak to Mrs. St.
+Clare for him.
+
+'Mas'r St. Clare promised me my freedom, Miss Feely,' he said. 'He told
+me that he had begun to take it out for me. And now, perhaps, if you
+would be good enough to speak about it to missis, she would feel like
+going on with it. Seeing it was Mas'r St. Clare's wish, she might.'
+
+'I'll speak for you, Tom, and do my best,' said Miss Ophelia. 'I haven't
+much hope, but I will try.'
+
+So Miss Ophelia asked Mrs. St. Clare to set Tom free.
+
+'Indeed, I shall do no such thing,' she replied. 'Tom is worth more than
+any of the other slaves. I couldn't afford to lose so much money.
+Besides, what does he want with his freedom? He is a great deal better
+off as he is.'
+
+'But he does want it very much,' replied Miss Ophelia. 'And his master
+promised it to him.'
+
+'I dare say he does want it,' replied Mrs. St. Clare. 'They all want it.
+Just because they are a discontented set, always wanting what they
+haven't got.'
+
+'But Tom is so good and gentle, and such a splendid worker. If you sell
+him there is the chance of his getting a bad master.'
+
+'Oh, I have no fear about that. Most masters are good, in spite of all
+the talk people make about it,' replied Mrs. St. Clare.
+
+'Well', said Miss Ophelia at last, 'I know it was one of the last wishes
+of your husband that Tom should have his freedom. He promised dear
+little Eva that he should have it. I think you ought to do it.'
+
+Then Mrs. St. Clare began to cry, and say every one was unkind to her,
+and Miss Ophelia saw it was no use saying anything more. There was only
+one other thing she could do. She wrote to Mrs. Shelby, telling her that
+poor Uncle Tom was going to be sold again. She asked her to send money
+to buy him back, as soon as possible.
+
+The next day, Uncle Tom and the other slaves belonging to Mr. St. Clare
+were sent to market to be sold.
+
+As Uncle Tom stood in the market-place, waiting for some one to buy him,
+he looked anxiously round. In the crowd of faces, he was trying to find
+one kind, handsome one, like Mr. St. Clare's. But there was none.
+
+Presently a short, broad man, with a coarse, ugly face and dirty hands,
+came up to Tom. He looked him all over, pulled his mouth open and looked
+at his teeth, pinched his arms, made him walk and jump, and indeed
+treated him as he would a horse or cow he had wished to buy.
+
+Tom knew from the way this man looked and spoke, that he must be bad and
+cruel. He prayed in his heart that this might not be his new master. But
+it was. His name was Legree. He bought Uncle Tom, several other men
+slaves, and two women. One of the women was a pretty young girl, who had
+never been away from her mother before, and who was very much afraid of
+her new master. The other was an old woman. The two women were chained
+together. The men, Uncle Tom among them, had heavy chains put on both
+hands and feet. Then Legree drove them all on to a boat which was going
+up the river to his plantation.
+
+It was a sad journey. This time there was no pretty Eva, nor
+kind-hearted Mr. St. Clare, to bring any happiness to the poor slaves.
+
+One of the first things Legree did was to take away all Tom's nice
+clothes which Mr. St. Clare had given him.
+
+He made him put on his oldest clothes, then he sold all the others to
+the sailors.
+
+Legree made his slaves unhappy in every way he could think of. Then he
+would come up to them and say, 'Come, come, I don't allow any sulky
+looks. Be cheerful, now, or--' and he would crack his whip in a way to
+make them tremble.
+
+At last the weary journey was over. Legree and his slaves landed. His
+house was a long way from the river. The men slaves walked, while Legree
+and the two women drove in a cart.
+
+Mile after mile they trudged along, over the rough road through wild and
+dreary country, till, hungry, thirsty, and tired, they arrived at the
+farm, or plantation as it was called.
+
+Legree was not a gentleman like Mr. Shelby or Mr. St. Clare. He was a
+very rough kind of farmer. On his farm he grew cotton. The cotton had to
+be gathered and tied into bundles. Then he sold it to people who made it
+into calico, muslin, and other things, which we need to use and wear.
+Gathering cotton is very hard work.
+
+The house Legree lived in had once been a very fine one, and had
+belonged to a rich gentleman. Now, it was old, neglected, and almost in
+ruins.
+
+The house was bad enough, but the cabins where the slaves lived were far
+worse. They were roughly built of wood. The wind and the rain came
+through the chinks between the planks. There were no windows. The floors
+were nothing but the bare earth. There was no furniture of any kind in
+them, only heaps of dirty straw to sleep upon.
+
+Uncle Tom felt more unhappy than ever. He had hoped at least to have a
+little room which he could keep clean and tidy. But this hole he did not
+even have to himself. He had to share it with five or six others.
+
+Now began the saddest time of Uncle Tom's life. Every morning very early
+the slaves were driven out into the fields like cattle. All day long
+they worked hard. The burning sun blazed down upon them, making them hot
+and tired. Legree and his two chief slaves, called Quimbo and Sambo,
+marched about all the time with whips in their hands. At night they
+drove the slaves back again to their miserable huts.
+
+But before they could rest, they had to grind and cook the corn for
+their supper. When at last they did go to sleep, they had to lie on the
+heaps of dirty straw instead of in comfortable beds.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+
+GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM
+
+
+Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean, comfortable bed at the
+Quaker farmhouse. A pretty, old Quaker lady, with white hair and a kind
+face, was nursing him. Tom Loker did not like being ill and having to
+lie in bed. He threw the clothes about, grumbling and using naughty
+words all the tune.
+
+'I must ask thee, Thomas Loker, not to use such language,' said the nice
+lady, as she smoothed his sheets, and made his bed comfortable again for
+him.
+
+'Well, I won't, granny, if I can help it,' he replied; 'but it is enough
+to make a fellow swear, it is so awfully hot.' He gave another great
+lunge, and made the sheets and blankets all untidy again.
+
+'I suppose that fellow George and the girl Eliza are here,' he said, in
+a sulky voice, after a few minutes' silence.
+
+'Yes, they are,' said the old lady.
+
+'They had better get away across the lake,' said Tom Loker, 'the quicker
+the better.'
+
+'Very likely they will do so,' said the old lady, calmly going on with
+her knitting.
+
+'But, listen,' said Tom Loker, getting excited, 'there are people who
+are watching the boats for us. I don't care if I tell now. I hope they
+will get away, just to spite the others for going and leaving me as they
+did--the mean puppies, the--'
+
+'Thomas Loker!' said the old lady.
+
+'I tell you, granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight he'll split,'
+said Tom Loker. 'But about Eliza--tell them to dress her up some way so
+as to alter her. We have sent a description of what she looks like to
+the town where the boats start from. She will be caught yet if she
+doesn't dress up differently.'
+
+'I thank thee, Thomas Loker,' replied the old lady with her usual
+calmness. 'We will attend to that. Thank thee.' Then she went to tell
+George and Eliza what Tom Loker had said.
+
+They were indeed very grateful to him, and very glad that they had not
+left him, as his own friends had done, to die by the roadside.
+
+So next day Eliza cut off all her beautiful black hair, and dressed
+herself like a boy.
+
+'Don't I make a pretty young fellow?' she said to George, laughing and
+blushing at the same time.
+
+'You always will be pretty,' said George gravely, 'do what you will.'
+
+'What makes you so sober?' asked Eliza, kneeling on one knee, and laying
+her hand on his. 'We are within twenty-four hours of Canada, they say.
+Only a day and a night on the lake, and then--oh, then!'
+
+'O Eliza,' said George, holding her fast, 'that is just it. To be so
+near liberty, to be almost in sight of it--and then if we lost it. O
+Eliza, I should die.'
+
+'Don't fear,' said Eliza hopefully. 'The good Lord would not have
+brought us so far if He didn't mean to save us. I seem to feel him with
+us, George.'
+
+So George kissed his wife and took heart again. Then the kind old lady
+brought Harry in dressed as a little girl. And a very pretty girl he
+made too. They called him 'Harriet,' as it was so like Harry it was easy
+to remember.
+
+Harry did not know his mamma, dressed as she was, and clung to the kind
+lady, feeling rather afraid of the strange young man. That was just as
+well, as he was too young to understand what this dressing-up and
+pretending meant, and he might have spoiled it all by calling the
+nice-looking young man 'Mamma.' So the kind lady was going with them,
+pretending to be the little girl's aunt.
+
+When everything was ready they got into a cab, and drove to the wharf.
+The two young men, as they seemed to be, got out, Eliza helping the kind
+lady and little girl, while George saw to the luggage.
+
+As he was standing at the office, taking the tickets, George overheard
+two men talking by his side.
+
+'I've watched every one that came on board,' said one, 'and I know they
+are not on this boat.'
+
+'You would scarcely know the woman from a white one,' said the other.
+'The man is very fair too. He has an H burned into the palm of his
+hand.'
+
+The hand with which George was taking the tickets and change trembled a
+little, but he turned calmly round, looked straight at the speaker, and
+then walked slowly away to where Eliza was waiting for him.
+
+It was a terribly anxious time, but at last the bell rang, the boat
+began to move, and George and Eliza drew long sighs of relief as they
+saw the shore getting farther and farther away.
+
+It was a lovely day. The blue waves of Lake Erie danced, rippling and
+sparkling, in the sunlight. Hour after hour the boat steamed on.
+
+Night came; and in the morning, clear and beautiful before them, rose
+the shores of Canada.
+
+George and his wife stood arm in arm as the boat came near the little
+town, where they were going to land. His breath came thick and short; a
+mist gathered before his eyes; he silently pressed the little hand that
+lay trembling on his arm.
+
+The bell rang--the boat stopped.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Scarcely seeing what he did, George looked out his luggage, and gathered
+his little party.
+
+They were landed on the shore, and stood still till the boat had
+started again.
+
+Then with tears of joy, the husband and wife, with their wondering
+little boy in their arms, knelt down and lifted up their hearts to God.
+They were free.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+
+UNCLE TOM FINDS FREEDOM
+
+
+The letter which Miss Ophelia wrote to Mrs. Shelby, telling her that Tom
+was to be sold again, was delayed a long time in the post. When at last
+it did arrive, Mr. Shelby was very ill, and though Mrs. Shelby felt
+dreadfully sorry about Uncle Tom, she could do nothing, as her husband
+was so ill. Soon Mr. Shelby died. Mrs. Shelby was very sad, but in her
+sorrow she did not forget her promise to Aunt Chloe and Uncle Tom. As
+soon as she could, she sold some land, and George Shelby, taking the
+money with him, went off to try to find Uncle Tom and buy him back
+again.
+
+But by the time George Shelby, came to the place where Mr. St. Clare
+used to live, Uncle Tom had been sold to Legree, and no one knew where
+he had gone.
+
+At last, after searching about for months, George Shelby found out where
+Uncle Tom was, and followed him.
+
+Two days after Legree had been so cruel, George Shelby drove up the
+avenue and stopped at the door of the old house.
+
+'I hear,' he said to Legree, 'that you bought a slave named Tom. He used
+to belong to my father. I have come to buy him back again.'
+
+Legree's face grew black with anger. 'Yes, I did buy such a fellow,' he
+growled in rage. 'And a bad bargain it was, too! The most rebellious,
+saucy, impudent dog! Set up my niggers to run away. He owned to it, and,
+when I bid him tell me where they were, he said he knew, but wouldn't
+tell. He stuck to it, too, though I gave him the very worst beating I
+ever gave a nigger yet. I believe he is trying to die. I shouldn't
+wonder if he did.'
+
+'Where is he?' said George. 'Let me see him.' His cheeks were crimson,
+and his eye flashed fire at the thought that Legree had dared to treat
+dear Uncle Tom so badly.
+
+'He is in that shed,' said a little fellow who was holding George
+Shelby's horse.
+
+George, without saying another word, hurried to the place to which the
+little boy pointed.
+
+As he entered the shed, his head felt giddy and his heart sick.
+
+Uncle Tom lay on a heap of straw on the floor, still and quiet.
+
+'Oh, dear Uncle Tom,' cried George as he knelt beside him, 'dear Uncle
+Tom, do wake--do speak once more. Here's Mas'r George--your own little
+Mas'r George. Don't you know me?'
+
+'Mas'r George!' said Tom, opening his eyes, and speaking in a feeble
+voice. 'Mas'r George? it is--it is. It's all I wanted. They haven't
+forgot me. It warms my soul; it does my old heart good. Now I shall die
+content.'
+
+'You shan't die! you mustn't die, nor think of it. I've come to buy you
+and take you home,' said George, and the tears came into his eyes as he
+bent over poor Uncle Tom.
+
+'Oh, Mas'r George, ye're too late. The Lord has bought me, and is going
+to take me home.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'Oh, don't. It breaks my heart to think of what you've suffered--lying
+in this old shed, too.'
+
+'You mustn't, now, tell Chloe, poor soul, how ye found me,' said Tom,
+taking George by the hand. 'It would seem so dreadful to her. Only tell
+her ye found me going into glory, and that I couldn't stay for no one.
+And oh, the poor chil'en, and the baby--my old heart's been most broke
+for them. Tell them to follow me. Give my love to mas'r, and dear, good
+missis, and everybody in the place. I love them all.'
+
+He closed his eyes, and with a smile he fell asleep. Uncle Tom too was
+free.
+
+Beyond the gates of Legree's farm, George had noticed a dry, sandy
+knoll, shaded by a few trees. There he made Uncle Tom's grave. No stone
+marks his last resting-place. He needs none. God knows where he lies.
+
+Kneeling there George bent his head, in shame and sorrow. 'Here me, dear
+God,' he said, 'from this day, I will do what one man can to drive out
+the curse of slavery from this land.'
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+
+GEORGE SHELBY FREES HIS SLAVES
+
+
+George Shelby wrote a little note to his mother, telling her that he was
+coming home. He tried to write about Uncle Tom, but he could not; tears
+blinded him, and sobs choked him.
+
+On the day he was expected every one was in a state of bustle and
+excitement. Aunt Chloe in a new print dress, and clean white apron
+walked round the supper-table, making sure that everything was right.
+Her black face shone with joy at the thought of seeing Uncle Tom again.
+
+'I'm thinking my old man won't know the boys and the baby,' she said.
+
+Mrs. Shelby sighed. Ever since the letter had come from George she had
+had a very sad heart. She felt sure something must be wrong.
+
+'He won't know the baby, my old man won't,' said Chloe again, 'Why, it's
+five years since they took him.'
+
+Just then the sound of wheels was heard.
+
+'It's Mas'r George,' cried Aunt Chloe, running to the window in great
+excitement.
+
+Mrs. Shelby ran to the door. As George met her he put his arms round
+her, and kissed her tenderly.
+
+Aunt Chloe stood behind anxiously looking out into the darkness.
+
+'Oh, poor Aunt Chloe,' said George, gently taking her hard, black hand
+between both his own. 'I'd have given all my fortune to have brought
+Uncle Tom home with me; but he has gone to a better country.' Mrs.
+Shelby cried out as if she had been hurt, but Aunt Chloe did not make a
+sound.
+
+In silence they went into the supper-room.
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+'There,' said Aunt Chloe, holding out her trembling hands to her
+mistress, 'it's just as I knew it would be. He's been sold and murdered
+on dem old plantations.'
+
+Then she turned and walked proudly out of the room. Mrs. Shelby followed
+her softly, took one of her hands, drew her down into a chair, and sat
+down beside her.
+
+'My poor, good Chloe,' she said gently.
+
+Chloe leaned her head on her mistress's shoulder, and sobbed out, 'Oh,
+missis, 'scuse me, my heart's broke--dat's all.'
+
+'I know it is,' said Mrs. Shelby, as her tears fell fast, 'and I cannot
+heal it.'
+
+There was silence for a little as they wept together. Then George sat
+down beside Aunt Chloe, and took her hand. He talked gently to her,
+telling her of Uncle Tom's last loving messages. So she was comforted a
+little.
+
+One morning, about a month after this, George Shelby called all his
+servants together, telling them he had something to say to them.
+
+They wondered what it could be, and were very much surprised when he
+appeared, carrying a bundle of papers in his hand.
+
+They were still more astonished when he gave a paper to each one, and
+told them all that they were free.
+
+With sobs and tears and shouts they pressed round him, thanking and
+blessing him. But some of them came with anxious faces, begging him to
+take their free papers back again, and not to send them away.
+
+'We don't want to be any freer than we are,' they said. 'We have always
+had all we wanted.'
+
+'We don't want to leave the old place, and young mas'r and Missis, and
+the rest.'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+'My good friends,' said George, when he could get silence, 'there will
+be no need for you to leave me. We want quite as many servants as we did
+before. But now you are free men and free women. I shall pay you wages
+for your work, and if I die, or get into debt, you can't be taken away
+to be sold. That is all the difference. I want you all to stay with me,
+for I want to teach you how to live as free men and women ought.'
+
+'One thing more,' added George, when the cheering and rejoicing had
+died away a little. 'You all remember our good old Uncle Tom. You have
+heard how he died, and how he sent his love to you all. It was on his
+grave, my friends, that I made up my mind, with God's help, never to own
+another slave, if it were possible to free him. I resolved that nobody,
+through my fault, should ever run the risk of being parted from his dear
+ones, and of dying far from them, as he died.
+
+'So, when you rejoice in your freedom, remember that you owe it to dear
+old Uncle Tom, and pay it back in kindness to his wife and children.
+Think of your freedom every time you see Uncle Tom's Cabin; and let it
+help you to try to live as he did, and be as honest and faithful and
+Christian as he was.'
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+
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