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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition + +Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe + +Release Date: February 19, 2004 [EBook #11171] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: US-ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE TOM'S CABIN *** + + + + +Produced by The Internet Archive Children's Library, Samuel +Thompson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + +<pre> +[Transcriber's note: there is no Chapter XI.] +</pre> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h1>UNCLE TOM'S CABIN</h1> +<h3>YOUNG FOLKS' EDITION</h3> +<h4>By</h4> +<h2>HARRIET BEECHER STOWE</h2> +<h4>Printed by</h4> +<h3>M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY<br> +CHICAGO</h3> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/001.jpg"><img src="images/001t.jpg" alt= +"Uncle Tom's Cabin"></a></div> +<h2>UNCLE TOM'S CABIN</h2> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM AND LITTLE HARRY ARE SOLD</h3> +<div class="figleft-V"><a href="images/003.jpg"><img src= +"images/003.jpg" border="0" alt="V"></a></div> +<p>ERY 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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe lived together in a pretty little +cottage built of wood, quite close to Mr. Shelby's big house.</p> +<p>The little cottage was covered with climbing roses, and the +garden was full of beautiful bright flowers and lovely fruit +trees.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Then Haley said, 'Give me that slave of yours called +Tom—he is worth a lot of money.'</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'Oh very well,' said Haley, 'I shall sell your house and lands, +as I said I should.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Very well,' said Haley, 'but Tom isn't enough. I must have +another slave.'</p> +<p>Just at this moment a little boy came dancing into the room +where Mr. Shelby and Haley were talking.</p> +<p>He was a pretty, merry little fellow, the son of a slave called +Eliza, who was Mrs. Shelby's maid.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'I can't,' said Mr. Shelby. 'My wife is very fond of Eliza, and +would never hear of having Harry sold.'</p> +<p>'Oh, very well,' said Haley once more, 'I must just sell your +house.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h3>ELIZA RUNS AWAY WITH LITTLE HARRY</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>He had to do it that night, however, before she went to bed.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>Mrs. Shelby cried very much about it, but at last, though she +was very, very unhappy she fell asleep.</p> +<p>But some one whom Mr. and Mrs. Shelby never thought of was +listening to this talk.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/006.jpg"><img src= +"images/006t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'My baby, my sweet-one,' said Eliza, 'they have sold you. But +mother will save you yet!'</p> +<p>She did not cry. She was too sad and sorrowful for that. Taking +a piece of paper and a pencil, she wrote quickly.</p> +<p>'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!'</p> +<p>Eliza was going to run away.</p> +<p>She gathered a few of Harry's clothes into a bundle, put on her +hat and jacket, and went to wake him.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'What is the matter, mother?' he said beginning to cry.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/007.jpg"><img src="images/007t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'I'm running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe—carrying off +my child,' said Eliza. 'Master sold him.'</p> +<p>'Sold him?' they both echoed, lifting up their hands in +dismay.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<div class="figleft"><a href="images/008.jpg"><img src= +"images/008t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>At first Tom could hardly believe what he heard. Then he sank +down, and buried his face in his hands.</p> +<p>'The good Lord have pity on us!' said Aunt Chloe. 'What has Tom +done that master should sell him?'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Tom,' said Aunt Chloe, 'why don't you go too? There's +time.'</p> +<p>Tom slowly raised his head and looked sorrowfully at her.</p> +<p>'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—'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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!'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h3>THE MORNING AFTER</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>Mr. Shelby was angry. 'Haley knew I didn't want to sell the +child,' he said. 'He will blame me for this.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>At last Haley became so angry, that Mr. Shelby offered to give +him two men to help him to find Eliza.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Haley rushed up and down, shouting and using dreadful, naughty +words, and stamping with rage all the time.</p> +<p>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!'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h3>THE CHASE</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>At first Harry was frightened. Soon he grew sleepy. 'Mother, I +don't need to keep awake, do I?' he said.</p> +<p>'No, my darling, sleep, if you want to.'</p> +<p>'But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won't let the bad man take +me?'</p> +<p>'No!'</p> +<p>'You're sure, an't you, mother?'</p> +<p>'Yes, sure.'</p> +<p>Harry dropped his little weary head upon her shoulder, and was +soon fast asleep.</p> +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/011.jpg"><img src= +"images/011t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/012.jpg"><img src= +"images/012t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>She went to a little inn on the bank, where a kind-looking woman +was busy cooking supper.</p> +<p>'Is there a boat that takes people across the river now?' she +asked.</p> +<p>'No, indeed,' replied the woman. 'The boats has stopped running. +It isn't safe, there be too many blocks of ice floating about.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Here, take him into this room,' said the woman, opening the +door into a small bed-room.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>In that terrible moment her feet scarcely seemed to touch the +ground. The next, she was at the water's edge.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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!</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye are!' said the man.</p> +<p>'Oh, save me—do save me—do hide me,' she cried.</p> +<p>'Why, what's the matter?' asked the man.</p> +<p>'My child! this boy—mas'r sold him. There's his new +mas'r,' she said, pointing to the other shore. 'Oh, save me.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Oh, thank you, thank you,' said Eliza, as she walked quickly +away. The man stood and looked after her wonderingly.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'I'll make ye laugh,' said Haley, laying about their heads with +his riding whip.</p> +<p>They ducked their heads, ran shouting up the bank, and were on +their horses before he could reach them.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Is that you, Sam?' she called. 'Where are they?'</p> +<p>'Mas'r Haley's a-restin' at the tavern. He's drefful fatigued, +missis.'</p> +<p>'And Eliza, Sam?'</p> +<p>'Come up here, Sam,' called Mr. Shelby, who had followed his +wife, 'and tell your mistress what she wants to know.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/015.jpg"><img src="images/015t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h3>ELIZA FINDS A REFUGE</h3> +<p>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?'</p> +<p>The lady went. Presently she called to her husband, 'I do wish +you would come here a moment.'</p> +<p>He rose and went into the kitchen.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Poor creature,' said the lady.</p> +<p>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?'</p> +<p>As soon as he heard her voice, Harry jumped from the old man's +knee, and running to her side, put up his arms.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman,' said the lady. 'You +are safe; don't be afraid.'</p> +<p>'God bless you,' said Eliza, covering her face and sobbing, +while Harry, seeing her crying, tried to get into her lap to +comfort her.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'I came from the other side of the river,' said Eliza.</p> +<p>'When?' said the gentleman, very much astonished.</p> +<p>'To-night.'</p> +<p>'How did you come?'</p> +<p>'I crossed on the ice.'</p> +<p>'Crossed on the ice!' exclaimed every one.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Law, missis,' said the old servant, 'the ice is all in broken +up blocks, a-swinging up and down in the water.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Were you a slave?' said the gentleman.</p> +<p>'Yes, sir.'</p> +<p>'Was your master unkind to you?'</p> +<p>'No, sir.'</p> +<p>'Was your mistress unkind to you?'</p> +<p>'No, sir—no. My mistress was always good to me.'</p> +<p>'What could make you leave a good home, then, and run away, and +go through such danger?'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/017.jpg"><img src= +"images/017t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>It was such a sad story, that the tears came into the eyes of +everyone who heard her tell it.</p> +<p>'Where do you mean to go to, poor woman?' asked the lady.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Poor woman,' said she again.</p> +<p>'Is it a great way off?' asked Eliza.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM SAYS GOOD-BYE</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'It's the last time,' said Tom sadly.</p> +<p>Aunt Chloe could not answer. She sat down, buried her face in +her hands, and sobbed aloud.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'There'll be the same God there, Chloe, that there is here.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Let's think on our mercies,' said Tom, in a shaking voice.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/019.jpg"><img src="images/019t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Then all Aunt Chloe's anger faded away.</p> +<p>'Lor', now missis, don't-don't,' she said. She too burst out +crying again, and for a few minutes they all sobbed together.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'You don't need to do that,' said Mrs. Shelby, 'Tom won't run +away.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Haley whipped up the horse, and, with a last sad look at the old +place, Tom was whirled away to a town called Washington.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM MEETS EVA</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>It was a beautiful boat. The deck was gay with lovely ladies and +fine gentlemen walking about enjoying the bright spring +sunshine.</p> +<p>Down on the lower deck, in the dark, among the luggage, were +crowded Tom and the other poor slaves.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'What is missy's name?' said Tom one day.</p> +<p>'Evangeline St. Clare,' said the little girl; 'though papa and +everybody else call me Eva. Now, what's your name?'</p> +<p>'My name's Tom. The little chil'en at my old home used to call +me Uncle Tom.'</p> +<p>'Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like +you,' said Eva. 'So, Uncle Tom, where are you going?'</p> +<p>'I don't know, Miss Eva.'</p> +<p>'Don't know?' said Eva.</p> +<p>'No. I'm going to be sold to somebody. I don't know who.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Thank you, my little lady,' said Tom.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figleft"><a href="images/022.jpg"><img src= +"images/022t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>But Mr. St. Clare did not forget.</p> +<p>The next day Tom sat on the lower deck, with folded arms, +anxiously watching him as he talked to Haley.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/023.jpg"><img src="images/023t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'What for, pussy? Are you going to use him for a rattle-box, or +a rocking-horse, or what?'</p> +<p>'I want to make him happy.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Come, Eva,' said Mr. St. Clare, and, taking her hand, went +across the boat to Tom.</p> +<p>'Look up, Tom,' he said to him, 'and see how you like your new +master.'</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'Can you drive horses, Tom?'</p> +<p>'I've been allays used to horses,' said Tom.</p> +<p>'Well, I think I'll make you a coachman. But you must not get +drunk.'</p> +<p>Tom looked surprised and a little hurt.</p> +<p>'I never drink', mas'r,' he said.</p> +<p>'Never mind, my boy,' said Mr. St. Clare, seeing him look so +grave; 'I don't doubt you mean to do well.'</p> +<p>'I certainly do, mas'r,' said Tom.</p> +<p>'And you shall have good times,' said Eva. 'Papa is very good to +everybody, only he always will laugh at them.'</p> +<p>'Papa is much obliged to you,' said Mr. St. Clare laughing, as +he walked away.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h3>ELIZA AMONG THE QUAKERS</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>The kind Quaker women grew to be very fond of Eliza, and would +have been glad if she would have stayed with them.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>While they were talking, Simeon, Rachel's husband, came to the +door and called, 'Wife, I want to speak to thee a minute.'</p> +<p>Rachel went out to him. 'Eliza's husband is here,' he said.</p> +<p>'Art thee sure?' asked Rachel, her face bright with joy.</p> +<p>'Yes, quite certain; he will be here soon. Will thee tell +her?'</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>Eliza rose trembling, she was so afraid it was bad news.</p> +<p>'No, no! never fear thee. It's good news, Eliza,' said +Simeon,</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'To-night!' repeated Eliza, 'to-night!'</p> +<p>Then it seemed as if the room and everything in it swam round +her, and she fell into Rachel's arms.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM'S NEW HOME</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/027.jpg"><img src="images/027t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>It made her quite ill to see Eva kissing and hugging the black +slave women when she came home.</p> +<p>'Well, I couldn't do that,' she said.</p> +<p>'Why not?' said Mr. St. Clare, who was looking on.</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>Presently a gay laugh sounded from the court. Mr. St. Clare +stepped out to see what was happening.</p> +<p>'What is it?' said Miss Ophelia, following him.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Oh, Tom, you look so funny!'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'How can you let her do that?' said Miss Ophelia.</p> +<p>'Why not?' said Mr. St. Clare.</p> +<p>'Why? I don't know. It seems dreadful to me.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Well, cousin,' said Miss Ophelia thoughtfully, 'I daresay you +are right. I suppose I must try to get over my feeling.'</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM'S LETTER</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Mr. St. Clare was not long in finding out how clever Tom was, +and soon trusted him as thoroughly as Mr. Shelby had done.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/029.jpg"><img src= +"images/029t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Before Uncle Tom was sold, George Shelby had been teaching him +to write so he thought he could manage a letter.</p> +<p>He begged a sheet of writing-paper from Eva, and going to his +room began to make a rough copy on his slate.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>While he was working away, breathing very hard over it, Eva came +behind him, and peeped over his shoulder.</p> +<p>'Oh, Uncle Tom! what funny things you are making there!'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Oh, he is sure to come, then,' said Eva, 'I am so glad.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'I say, Tom,' said Mr. St. Clare, coming in at the door at this +minute.</p> +<p>Tom and Eva both started.</p> +<p>'What's this?' Mr. St. Clare went on, coming up and looking at +the slate.</p> +<p>'Oh, it's Tom's letter. I'm helping him to write it,' said Eva. +'Isn't it nice?'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>That evening the letter was written, and Uncle Tom carried it +joyfully to the post-office.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/031.jpg"><img src="images/031t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h3>GEORGE FIGHTS FOR FREEDOM</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Rachel was happy and busy, packing up food and clothes for them +to take on the journey.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'That's Simeon,' said Phineas, who was driving, as he pulled up +the horses to listen.</p> +<p>'Halloa, there, Simeon,' he shouted, 'what news? Are they +coming?'</p> +<p>'Yes, right on behind, eight or ten of them.'</p> +<p>'Oh! what shall we do?' groaned Eliza.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/033.jpg"><img src="images/033t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>After some hunting about, they found the path, and, headed by +Tom Loker, began to climb up.</p> +<p>'Come up if you like,' George called out, 'but if you do we will +shoot you.'</p> +<p>For answer, the little man took aim at George, and fired.</p> +<p>Eliza screamed, but the shot did not hurt him. It passed close +to his hair, nearly touched her cheek, and, struck a tree +behind.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Cruel people are, very often, cowardly too. When the men saw +their leader first wounded, and then thrown down, they all ran +away.</p> +<p>Mounting their horses, they rode off as fast as they could, +leaving Tom Loker lying on the ground wounded and groaning with +pain.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/035.jpg"><img src= +"images/035t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>They had just reached the bottom, when they saw him coming back +with the waggon and two other men.</p> +<p>'Now we are safe,' cried Phineas joyfully.</p> +<p>'Well, do stop then,' said Eliza, 'and do something for that +poor man. He is groaning dreadfully.'</p> +<p>'It would be no more than Christian,' said George. 'Let us take +him with us.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h3>AUNT DINAH</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h3>TOPSY</h3> +<p>One morning, while Miss Ophelia was busy, as usual, she heard +Mr. St. Clare calling her from the foot of the stairs.</p> +<p>'Come down here, cousin. I have something to show you.'</p> +<p>'What is it?' said Miss Ophelia, coming down with her sewing in +her hand.</p> +<p>'I have bought something for you. See here,' he said, pulling +forward a little negro girl of about eight or nine years old.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Cousin, what in the world have you brought that thing here +for?' she asked, in dismay.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Yes, mas'r,' said Topsy gravely, but her eyes had a wicked +twinkle in them.</p> +<p>'You're going to be good, Topsy, you understand?' said Mr. St. +Clare.</p> +<p>'Oh yes, mas'r' said Topsy again, meekly folding her hands, but +with another twinkle in her eyes.</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'For you to teach, didn't I tell you?'</p> +<p>'I don't want her, I'm sure. I have more to do with them now +than I want.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Well, I'll do what I can,' said Miss Ophelia. 'She is fearfully +dirty, and half naked.'</p> +<p>'Well, take her downstairs, and tell somebody to clean her up, +and give her some decent clothes.'</p> +<p>Getting Topsy clean was a very long business. But at last it was +done.</p> +<p>Then, sitting down before her, Miss Ophelia began to question +her.</p> +<p>'How old are you, Topsy?'</p> +<p>'Dunno, missis,' said she, grinning like an ugly little black +doll.</p> +<p>'Don't know how old you are! Did nobody ever tell you? Who was +your mother?'</p> +<p>'Never had none,' said Topsy, with another grin.</p> +<p>'Never had any mother! What do you mean? Where were you +born?'</p> +<p>'Never was born.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Never was born,' said Topsy again very decidedly. 'Never had no +father, nor mother, nor nothin!'</p> +<p>Miss Ophelia hardly knew what to make of her. 'How long have you +lived with your master and mistress, then?' she asked.</p> +<p>'Dunno, missis.'</p> +<p>'Is it a year, or more, or less?'</p> +<p>'Dunno, missis.'</p> +<p>'Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?' asked Miss +Ophelia next.</p> +<p>Topsy looked puzzled, but kept on grinning.</p> +<p>'Do you know who made you?'</p> +<p>'Nobody as I knows on,' replied Topsy, with a laugh. 'Spect I +grow'd. Don't think nobody ever made me.'</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/038.jpg"><img src= +"images/038t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'Do you know how to sew?' asked Miss Ophelia, quite shocked.</p> +<p>'No, missis.'</p> +<p>'What can you do? What did you do for your master and +mistress?'</p> +<p>'Fetch water, and wash dishes, and clean knives, and wait on +folks.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Yes, missis,' said Topsy, with a deep sigh and a face of woeful +earnestness.</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'Yes, missis,' said Topsy with another sigh.</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'Yes, missis.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Now, Topsy, let me see you do this,' said Miss Ophelia, pulling +the clothes off again and seating herself.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'What is this?' said Miss Ophelia, seizing it. 'You naughty, +wicked child—you have been stealing this.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Why, that's Miss Feely's ribbon, an't it? How could it a got +into my sleeve?'</p> +<p>'Topsy, you naughty girl, don't tell me a lie. You stole that +ribbon,'</p> +<p>'Missis, I declare I didn't. Never seed it till dis blessed +minnit.'</p> +<p>'Topsy,' said Miss Ophelia, 'don't you know it is wicked to tell +lies?'</p> +<p>'I never tells no lies, Miss Feely,' said Topsy. 'It's jist the +truth I've been, tellin' now. It an't nothin' else.'</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/040.jpg"><img src= +"images/040t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>The shake brought the gloves on the floor from the other +sleeve.</p> +<p>'There,' said Miss Ophelia, 'will you tell me now you didn't +steal the ribbon?'</p> +<p>Topsy now confessed to stealing the gloves. But she, still said +she had not taken the ribbon.</p> +<p>'Now, Topsy', said Miss Ophelia kindly, 'if you will confess all +about it I won't whip you this time.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Laws, missis, I took Miss Eva's red thing she wears on her +neck.'</p> +<p>'You did, you naughty child! Well, what else?'</p> +<p>'I took Rosa's ear-rings—them red ones.'</p> +<p>'Go and bring them to me this minute—both of them.'</p> +<p>'Laws, missis, I can't—they's burnt up.'</p> +<p>'Burnt up? What a story! Go and get them, or I shall whip +you.'</p> +<p>Topsy began to cry and groan, and declare that she could not. +'They's burnt up, they is.'</p> +<p>'What did you burn them up for?' asked Miss Ophelia.</p> +<p>'Cause I's wicked, I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow. I can't help +it.'</p> +<p>Just at this minute Eva came into the room wearing her coral +necklace.</p> +<p>'Why, Eva, where did you get your necklace?' said Miss +Ophelia.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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?'</p> +<p>'Why, missis said I must 'fess. I couldn't think of nothing else +to 'fess,' said Topsy, wiping her eyes.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Laws, now, is it?' said Topsy, looking surprised and +innocent.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'I don't see,' she said to Mr. St. Clare, 'how I am going to +manage that child without whipping her.'</p> +<p>'Well, whip her, then.'</p> +<p>'I never heard of bringing up children without it,' said Miss +Ophelia.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'What is to be done with her, then?' said Miss Ophelia. 'I never +saw such a child as this.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Topsy,' Miss Ophelia would say, when her patience was at an +end, 'what makes you behave so badly?'</p> +<p>'Dunno, missis—I'spects' cause I's so wicked.'</p> +<p>'I don't know what I shall do with you, Topsy.'</p> +<p>'Laws, missis, you must whip me. My old missis always did. I +an't used to workin' unless I gets whipped.'</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h3>EVA AND TOPSY</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Now he began to have a new sorrow. He loved his little mistress +Eva very tenderly, and she was ill.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>She seated herself on his knee, and laid her head on his +shoulder.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Eva, darling, don't say such things; you are better you +know.'</p> +<p>'No, papa, I am not any better. I know it quite well, and I am +going soon.'</p> +<p>'And I want to go,' she went on, 'only I don't want to leave +you—it almost breaks my heart.'</p> +<p>'Don't, Eva, don't talk so. What makes you so sad?'</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'When you are dead, Eva! Oh, child, don't talk to me so.'</p> +<p>'Promise me at least, father, that Tom shall have his freedom, +as soon as I am gone.'</p> +<p>'Yes, dear, I will do anything you wish. Only don't talk +so.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Come out here' she was saying. 'I will tell your master.'</p> +<p>'What is the matter now?' asked Mr. St. Clare.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/045.jpg"><img src="images/045t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Come here, Topsy, you monkey,' said Mr. St. Clare.</p> +<p>Topsy came, her hard, round eyes glittering and blinking, half +in fear, half in mischief.</p> +<p>'What makes you behave so?' said Mr. St. Clare, who could not +help being amused at her funny expression.</p> +<p>'Spects it's my wicked heart; Miss Feely says so.'</p> +<p>'Don't you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you? She says +she has done everything she can think of.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'I shall have to give her up,' said Miss Ophelia. 'I can't have +that trouble any longer.'</p> +<p>Eva had stood silent, listening. Now she took Topsy by the hand, +and led her into a little room close by.</p> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'Dunno nothin' 'bout love. I love candy, that's all.'</p> +<p>'But you love your father and mother?'</p> +<p>'Never had none, ye know. I telled ye that, Miss Eva.'</p> +<p>'Oh, I forgot,' said Eva sadly. 'But hadn't you any brother, or +sister or aunt, or—'</p> +<p>'No, none on 'em. Never had nothin' nor nobody.'</p> +<p>'But, Topsy, if you would only try to be good you +might—'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'But people can love you, if you are black, Topsy. Miss Ophelia +would love you if you were good.'</p> +<p>Topsy laughed scornfully.</p> +<p>'Don't you think so?' said Eva.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'Poor Topsy,' said Eva gently.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/047.jpg"><img src= +"images/047t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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.'</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h3>EVA'S LAST GOOD-BYE</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>Tom ran. But in the morning little Eva lay on her bed, cold and +white, with closed eyes and folded hands.</p> +<p>She had gone to God.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>Joy shone in Uncle Tom's face. 'Bless the Lord,' he said, +raising his hands to heaven.</p> +<p>Mr. St. Clare felt rather hurt. He did not like Tom to be so +glad to leave him.</p> +<p>'You haven't had such a very bad time here that you need be in +such rapture, Tom,' he said.</p> +<p>'No, no, mas'r! tan't that. It's bein' a free man! That's what +I'm joyin' for.'</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/049.jpg"><img src= +"images/049t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'Why, Tom, don't you think that you are really better off as you +are?'</p> +<p>'No, indeed, Mas'r St. Clare,' said Tom, very decidedly; 'no, +indeed.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'Cousin,' said Miss Ophelia, coming into the room, 'I want to +speak to you about Topsy.'</p> +<p>'What has she been doing now?'</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/050.jpg"><img src="images/050t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'Nothing; she is a much better girl than she used to be. But I +want to ask you, whose is she—yours or mine?'</p> +<p>'Why yours, of course; I gave her to you,' said Mr. St. +Clare.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Nonsense! I only want to have her, so that I can set her +free.'</p> +<p>'Very well,' said Mr. St. Clare, 'I will write the paper for +you.' Then he sat down and began to read.</p> +<p>'But I want it done now,' said Miss Ophelia.</p> +<p>'Why are you in such a hurry?'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>Tom sat down on the verandah to wait till his master came home. +While he waited, he fell asleep.</p> +<p>Presently he was awakened by loud knocking, and the sound of +voices at the gate.</p> +<p>He ran to open it.</p> +<p>Several men were there carrying a load. It was Mr. St. Clare. He +had been hurt in an accident, and was dying.</p> +<p>Very gently they laid him on a sofa. Nothing could be done. In a +short time he had gone to join his little Eva.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM'S NEW MASTER</h3> +<p>There had been great grief in the house when Eva died. Now there +was not only sorrow, but gloom and fear.</p> +<p>The kind master was dead, and the poor slaves asked themselves +in despair what would happen to them now.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>He had one hope left. He would ask Miss Ophelia to speak to Mrs. +St. Clare for him.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'I'll speak for you, Tom, and do my best,' said Miss Ophelia. 'I +haven't much hope, but I will try.'</p> +<p>So Miss Ophelia asked Mrs. St. Clare to set Tom free.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'But he does want it very much,' replied Miss Ophelia. 'And his +master promised it to him.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>The next day, Uncle Tom and the other slaves belonging to Mr. +St. Clare were sent to market to be sold.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>One of the first things Legree did was to take away all Tom's +nice clothes which Mr. St. Clare had given him.</p> +<p>He made him put on his oldest clothes, then he sold all the +others to the sailors.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h3>GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'I suppose that fellow George and the girl Eliza are here,' he +said, in a sulky voice, after a few minutes' silence.</p> +<p>'Yes, they are,' said the old lady.</p> +<p>'They had better get away across the lake,' said Tom Loker, 'the +quicker the better.'</p> +<p>'Very likely they will do so,' said the old lady, calmly going +on with her knitting.</p> +<p>'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—'</p> +<p>'Thomas Loker!' said the old lady.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>So next day Eliza cut off all her beautiful black hair, and +dressed herself like a boy.</p> +<p>'Don't I make a pretty young fellow?' she said to George, +laughing and blushing at the same time.</p> +<p>'You always will be pretty,' said George gravely, 'do what you +will.'</p> +<p>'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!'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>As he was standing at the office, taking the tickets, George +overheard two men talking by his side.</p> +<p>'I've watched every one that came on board,' said one, 'and I +know they are not on this boat.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/057.jpg"><img src= +"images/057t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>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.</p> +<p>Night came; and in the morning, clear and beautiful before them, +rose the shores of Canada.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>The bell rang—the boat stopped.</p> +<p>Scarcely seeing what he did, George looked out his luggage, and +gathered his little party.</p> +<p>They were landed on the shore, and stood still till the boat had +started again.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h3>UNCLE TOM FINDS FREEDOM</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>At last, after searching about for months, George Shelby found +out where Uncle Tom was, and followed him.</p> +<p>Two days after Legree had been so cruel, George Shelby drove up +the avenue and stopped at the door of the old house.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'He is in that shed,' said a little fellow who was holding +George Shelby's horse.</p> +<p>George, without saying another word, hurried to the place to +which the little boy pointed.</p> +<p>As he entered the shed, his head felt giddy and his heart +sick.</p> +<p>Uncle Tom lay on a heap of straw on the floor, still and +quiet.</p> +<div class="figright"><a href="images/059.jpg"><img src= +"images/059t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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?'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'Oh, Mas'r George, ye're too late. The Lord has bought me, and +is going to take me home.'</p> +<p>'Oh, don't. It breaks my heart to think of what you've +suffered—lying in this old shed, too.'</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>He closed his eyes, and with a smile he fell asleep. Uncle Tom +too was free.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.'</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h3>GEORGE SHELBY FREES HIS SLAVES</h3> +<p>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.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'I'm thinking my old man won't know the boys and the baby,' she +said.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'He won't know the baby, my old man won't,' said Chloe again, +'Why, it's five years since they took him.'</p> +<p>Just then the sound of wheels was heard.</p> +<p>'It's Mas'r George,' cried Aunt Chloe, running to the window in +great excitement.</p> +<p>Mrs. Shelby ran to the door. As George met her he put his arms +round her, and kissed her tenderly.</p> +<p>Aunt Chloe stood behind anxiously looking out into the +darkness.</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>In silence they went into the supper-room.</p> +<div class="figleft"><a href="images/062.jpg"><img src= +"images/062t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'My poor, good Chloe,' she said gently.</p> +<p>Chloe leaned her head on her mistress's shoulder, and sobbed +out, 'Oh, missis, 'scuse me, my heart's broke—dat's all.'</p> +<p>'I know it is,' said Mrs. Shelby, as her tears fell fast, 'and I +cannot heal it.'</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>One morning, about a month after this, George Shelby called all +his servants together, telling them he had something to say to +them.</p> +<p>They wondered what it could be, and were very much surprised +when he appeared, carrying a bundle of papers in his hand.</p> +<p>They were still more astonished when he gave a paper to each +one, and told them all that they were free.</p> +<p>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.</p> +<p>'We don't want to be any freer than we are,' they said. 'We have +always had all we wanted.'</p> +<p>'We don't want to leave the old place, and young mas'r and +Missis, and the rest.'</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width:100%;"><a href= +"images/063.jpg"><img src="images/063t.jpg" alt=""></a></div> +<p>'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.'</p> +<p>'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.</p> +<p>'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.'</p> +<br> +<h3>THE END.</h3> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition +by Harriet Beecher Stowe + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE TOM'S CABIN *** + +***** This file should be named 11171-h.htm or 11171-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/1/1/7/11171/ + +Produced by The Internet Archive Children's Library, Samuel +Thompson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition + +Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe + +Release Date: February 19, 2004 [EBook #11171] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: US-ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE TOM'S CABIN *** + + + + +Produced by The Internet Archive Children's Library, Samuel +Thompson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + +[Transcriber's note: there is no Chapter XI.] + + + + +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. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition +by Harriet Beecher Stowe + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE TOM'S CABIN *** + +***** This file should be named 11171.txt or 11171.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/1/1/7/11171/ + +Produced by The Internet Archive Children's Library, Samuel +Thompson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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