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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: Pictures and Stories from Uncle Tom's Cabin + +Author: Unknown + +Editor: John P. Jewett + +Release Date: February 8, 2009 [EBook #28021] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STORIES FROM UNCLE TOM'S CABIN *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file made using scans of public domain works at the +University of Georgia.) Music file created by Linda Cantoni. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h3>THIS LITTLE WORK</h3> + +<h4>IS DESIGNED TO ADAPT</h4> + +<h2>MRS. STOWE'S TOUCHING NARRATIVE</h2> + +<h4>TO THE UNDERSTANDINGS OF THE YOUNGEST READERS<br /> +<br /> +AND TO FOSTER IN THEIR HEARTS<br /> +<br /> +A GENEROUS SYMPATHY <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'FOE'">FOR</ins> THE<br /></h4> + +<h3>WRONGED NEGRO RACE OF AMERICA.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> +<p>The purpose of the Editor of this little Work, has been to adapt it for the +juvenile family circle. The verses have accordingly been written by the +Authoress for the capacity of the youngest readers, and have been printed in a +large bold type. The prose parts of the book, which are well suited for being +read aloud in the family circle, are printed in a smaller type, and it is presumed +that in these our younger friends will claim the assistance of their older brothers +or sisters, or appeal to the ready aid of their mamma.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">January</span>, 1853.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='copyright'> +Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, by<br /> +<span class="smcap">John P. Jewett and Company,</span><br /> +In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.<br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="366" height="500" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> +<h1><span class="smcap">Pictures and Stories</span></h1> + +<h3>From</h3> + +<h1>UNCLE TOM'S<br /> +CABIN.</h1> + + +<h3><br /><br />Published by John P. Jewett & Co., Boston.</h3> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> +<h2>UNCLE TOM'S<br /> +PICTURE BOOK.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +Come read my book good boys and girls<br /> +That live on freedom's ground,<br /> +With pleasant homes, and parents dear,<br /> +And blithesome playmates round;<br /> +And you will learn a woeful tale,<br /> +Which a good woman told,<br /> +About the poor black negro race,<br /> +How they are bought and sold.<br /> +<br /> +Within our own America<br /> +Where these bad deeds are done,<br /> +A father and a mother lived<br /> +Who had a little son;<br /> +As slaves, they worked for two rich men,<br /> +Whose fields were fair and wide—<br /> +But Harry was their only joy,<br /> +They had no child beside.<br /> +<br /> +Now Harry's hair was thick with curls<br /> +And softly bright his eyes,<br /> +And he could play such funny tricks<br /> +And look so wondrous wise,<br /> +That all about the rich man's house<br /> +Were pleased to see him play,<br /> +Till a wicked trader buying slaves<br /> +Came there one winter day.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 307px;"> +<img src="images/p006.jpg" width="307" height="500" alt="THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +Oh children dear, 'twas sad to hear,<br /> +That for the trader's gold,<br /> +To that hard-hearted evil man<br /> +Her own sweet boy was sold.<br /></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> +<div class='poem'> +<br /> +The trader and the rich man sat<br /> +Together, at their wine,<br /> +When in poor simple Harry slipped<br /> +In hopes of something fine.<br /> +He shewed them how the dandy danced,<br /> +And how old Cudjoe walked,<br /> +Till loud they laughed and gave him grapes,<br /> +And then in whispers talked.<br /> +<br /> +The young child knew not what they said,<br /> +But at the open door<br /> +Eliza, his poor mother, stood,<br /> +With heart all sick and sore.<br /> +Oh children dear, 'twas sad to hear,<br /> +That for the trader's gold,<br /> +To that hard-hearted evil man<br /> +Her own sweet boy was sold.<br /> +<br /> +And he would take him far away,<br /> +To where the cotton grew,<br /> +And sell him for a slave to men<br /> +More hard and wicked too.<br /> +She knew that none would heed his woe,<br /> +His want, or sickness there,<br /> +Nor ever would she see his face,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>Or hear his evening prayer.<br /> +<br /> +So when the house was all asleep,<br /> +And when the stars were bright,<br /> +She took her Harry in her arms,<br /> +And fled through that cold night:—<br /> +Away through bitter frost and snow<br /> +Did that poor mother flee;<br /> +And how she fared, and what befell,<br /> +Read on, and you shall see.<br /> +</div> + + +<p>Before setting out, Eliza took a piece of paper +and a pencil, and wrote hastily the following note +to her kind mistress, who had tried in vain to save +little Harry from being sold:—</p> + +<p>"Oh missus! dear missus! don't think me ungrateful; +don't think hard of me. I am going to +try to save my boy; you will not blame me! God +bless and reward you for all your kindness!"</p> + +<p>Hastily folding and directing this, she went to a +drawer and made up a little package of clothing for +her boy, which she tied firmly round her waist; +and so fond is a mother's remembrance, that even +in the terrors of that hour she did not forget to +put up in the little package one or two of his favourite +toys.</p> + +<p>On the bed lay her slumbering boy, his long +curls falling negligently around his unconscious +face, his rosy mouth half open, his little fat hands +thrown out over the bed-clothes, and a smile spread +like a sunbeam over his whole face. "Poor boy! +poor fellow!" said Eliza, "they have sold you, but +your mother will save you yet."</p> + +<p>It was some trouble to arouse the little sleeper; +but after some effort he sat up, and began playing +with his wooden bird, while his mother was putting +on her bonnet and shawl.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, mother?" said he, as +she drew near the bed with his little coat and cap.</p> + +<p>His mother drew near, and looked so earnestly +into his eyes, that he at once divined that something +unusual was the matter.</p> + +<p>"Hush, Harry," she said; "mustn't speak loud, +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>Saying these words, she had tied and buttoned +on the child's simple outfit, and taking him in her +arms, she whispered to him to be very still; and, +opening the door, she glided noiselessly out.</p> + +<p>It was a sparkling, frosty, starlight night, and +the mother wrapped the shawl close round her +child, as, perfectly quiet with terror, he clung round +her neck.</p> + +<p>At first the novelty and alarm kept him waking; +but after they had gone a considerable way, poor +Harry said, as he found himself sinking to sleep—</p> + +<p>"Mother I don't need to keep awake, do I?"</p> + +<p>"No, my darling; sleep now, if you want to."</p> + +<p>"But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won't let +him get me?"</p> + +<p>"No! so may God help me!" said his mother +with a paler cheek, and a brighter light in her large +dark eyes.</p> + +<p>"You're <i>sure</i>, an't you, mother?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, <i>sure</i>!" said the mother, in a voice that +startled herself; for it seemed to her to come from a +spirit within, that was no part of her; and the boy +dropped his little weary head on her shoulder, and +was soon asleep.</p> + +<p>When morning came, as poor Harry complained +of hunger and thirst, she sat down behind a large +rock, which hid them from the road, and gave him +a breakfast out of her little package. The boy +wondered and grieved that she could not eat, and +when putting his arms round her neck he tried to +force some of his cake into her mouth, it seemed +to her that the rising in her throat would choke +her.</p> + +<p>"No, no, Harry, darling! mother can't eat till +you are safe! We must go on—on—till we come +to the river." And she hurried again into the +road and proceeded on her journey.</p> + +<p>When the trader came to take away Harry, he +was in a great rage, because neither the boy nor +his mother could be found. The master who sold +him was also very angry, and ordered two of his +negroes, called Andy and Sam, to bring out two of +the swiftest horses, and help the trader to pursue +Eliza, and take Harry from her. Andy and Sam +did not like that work, but being slaves, they dare +not disobey. However, they did what they could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +to detain the trader; for, pretending to be in great +haste, they squalled for this and that, and frightened +the horses, till they ran off over hedges and ditches, +with Andy and Sam after them, laughing till their +sides ached as soon as they got out of sight. The +trader all the while stood cursing and swearing, like +a wicked man as he was.</p> + +<p>When the horses were caught, they were so tired +with their race, that he was fain to let them stay +and rest till dinner-time. But when dinner-time +came, Chloe the cook, of whom you will hear more +in the course of the story, spilled one dish, +kept another long in baking; and so the trader +did not get his dinner till it was late in the afternoon.</p> + +<p>The horses were brought out at last, and he set +off with Sam and Andy in pursuit of poor Harry +and his mother. They had gone a great way by +this time, and Eliza's feet were sore with walking +all the night and day, and Harry was ready to lie +down and sleep on the snow. As the sun was setting, +they came in sight of the great river Ohio. +There was no bridge over it. People crossed in +boats in the summer time, and in winter on the +thick ice, with which it was always covered. Now +it was the month of February. The ice had broken, +because spring was near. The river was swollen +over all its banks, and no boatman would venture +on it. There was a little inn hard by, and there +poor Eliza hoped to get a little rest for herself and +Harry, who was now fast asleep in her arms. She +had just sat down by the fire, when, who should +ride into the yard but the trader and his guides. +The swift horses had brought them much quicker +than she and Harry could walk, but the weary +mother would not lose her child. She darted out +with him that moment, and the verses will tell you +by what means she escaped.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ELIZA CROSSING THE RIVER</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +From her resting-place by the trader chased,<br /> +Through the winter evening cold,<br /> +Eliza came with her boy at last,<br /> +Where a broad deep river rolled.<br /> +<br /> +Great blocks of the floating ice were there,<br /> +And the water's roar was wild,<br /> +But the cruel trader's step was near,<br /> +Who would take her only child.<br /> +<br /> +Poor Harry clung around her neck,<br /> +But a word he could not say,<br /> +For his very heart was faint with fear,<br /> +And with flying all that day.<br /> +<br /> +Her arms about the boy grew tight,<br /> +With a loving clasp, and brave;<br /> +"Hold fast! Hold fast, now, Harry dear,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>And it may be God will save."<br /> +<br /> +From the river's bank to the floating ice<br /> +She took a sudden bound,<br /> +And the great block swayed beneath her feet<br /> +With a dull and heavy sound.<br /> +<br /> +So over the roaring rushing flood,<br /> +From block to block she sprang,<br /> +And ever her cry for God's good help<br /> +Above the waters rang.<br /> +<br /> +And God did hear that mother's cry,<br /> +For never an ice-block sank;<br /> +While the cruel trader and his men<br /> +Stood wondering on the bank.<br /> +<br /> +A good man saw on the farther side,<br /> +And gave her his helping hand;<br /> +So poor Eliza, with her boy,<br /> +Stood safe upon the land.<br /> +<br /> +A blessing on that good man's arm,<br /> +On his house, and field, and store;<br /> +May he never want a friendly hand<br /> +To help him to the shore!<br /> +<br /> +A blessing on all that make such haste,<br /> +Whatever their hands can do!<br /> +For they that succour the sore distressed,<br /> +Our Lord will help them too.<br /> +</div> + + +<p>When the two negroes saw Eliza's escape, they +began to laugh and cheer; on which the trader +chased them with his horsewhip, cursing and swearing +as usual. But he could not get over the river, +and went in very bad temper to spend that night at +the little inn, determined to get a boat, if possible, +and catch Harry in the morning. The man who +had helped Eliza up the river's bank, showed her a +pretty white house at some distance, where a kind +gentleman and his wife lived. The dark night had +fallen, the tea-cups were on the table, and the fires +were bright in kitchen and parlour, when the poor +mother, all wet and weary, her feet cut by the sharp +ice (for she had lost her shoes in the river), walked +in, with Harry still in her arms. Before she could +ask for shelter, she dropped down fainting on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +floor. The good people of the house thought she +was dead, and raised a terrible alarm. Mr. and +Mrs. Bird ran into the kitchen to see what had +happened. They were good, kind people, and great +in that place, for Mr. Bird was a member of the +American Parliament. He kept slaves himself, +and tried to think it was no sin. He had even been +trying that very night, in conversation with his wife, +to defend a law lately passed, which forbade any one +to give shelter to poor runaway slaves. But Mrs. Bird +would listen to no defence of such a law, and said, +"It is a shameful, wicked, and abominable law, and +I'll break it for one the first time I have a chance, +and I hope I shall have a chance too. I know nothing +about politics, but I can read my Bible, and there +I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, +and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to +follow. No, no, John, said she, you may talk all +night, but you would not do what you say. Would +you now turn away a poor, shivering, hungry +creature from your door because he was a runaway? +Would you, now?"</p> + +<p>Now, if the truth must be told, Mr. Bird was a +very kind man, and could not in his heart give a +very decided reply to his wife; and it was just at +this moment that poor Eliza and little Harry came +to his door. As we said, Mr. and Mrs. Bird ran +to the kitchen to see what had happened. They +found poor Eliza just recovering from her faint. +She stared wildly round her for a moment, and then +sprang to her feet, saying, "Oh! my Harry! have +you got him?" The boy at this ran to her, and +put his arms round her neck. "Oh! he's here, he's +here!" she exclaimed. And then she cried wildly +to Mrs. Bird, "O, ma'am, do protect us, don't let +them get him!"</p> + +<p>"Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman," +said Mrs. Bird. "You are safe; don't be afraid."</p> + +<p>"God bless you," said the woman, covering her +face and sobbing, while poor little Harry, seeing her +crying, tried to get into her lap.</p> + +<p>With many gentle and womanly offices which no +one knew better how to render than Mrs. Bird, the +poor woman was rendered more calm. A temporary +bed was provided for her near the fire; and +after a short time, Eliza, faint and weary with her +long journey, fell into a heavy slumber, with little +Harry soundly sleeping on her arm.</p> + +<p>"I wonder who and what she is," said Mr. Bird, +when he had gone back to the parlour with his +wife.</p> + +<p>"When she wakes and feels a little rested, we +shall see," said Mrs. Bird, who began to busy herself +with her knitting.</p> + +<p>Mr. Bird took up a newspaper, and pretended to +be reading it, but it was not long before he turned +to his wife and said, "I say, wife, couldn't she +wear one of your gowns; and there's that old cloak +that you keep on purpose to put over me when I +take my afternoon's nap, you might give her that; +she needs clothes."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bird simply replied, "We'll see;" but a +quiet smile passed over her face as she remembered +the conversation they had had together that very +night before Eliza and little Harry came to their +door.</p> + +<p>After an hour or two, Eliza awoke, and Mr. and +Mrs. Bird again went to the kitchen. As they +entered, poor Eliza lifted her dark eyes, and fixed +them on Mrs. Bird, with such a forlorn and imploring +expression, that the tears came into the kind-hearted +woman's eyes.</p> + +<p>"You need not be afraid of anything; we are +friends here, poor woman! Tell me where you +came from, and what you want?" said she.</p> + +<p>"I came from Kentucky," said poor Eliza.</p> + +<p>"And what induced you to run away?" said +Mrs. Bird.</p> + +<p>The woman looked up with a keen, scrutinising +glance, and it did not escape her that Mrs. Bird +was dressed in deep mourning.</p> + +<p>"Ma'am," she said, suddenly, "have you ever +lost a child?"</p> + +<p>The question was unexpected, and it was a +thrust on a new wound; for it was only a month +since a darling child of the family had been laid in +the grave.</p> + +<p>Mr. Bird turned round and walked to the window, +and Mrs. Bird burst into tears; but, recovering +her voice, she said—</p> + +<p>"Why do you ask that? I have lost a little +one."</p> + +<p>"Then you will feel for me. I have lost two, +one after another—left them buried there when I +came away; and I had only this one left. I never +slept a night without him; he was all I had. He +was my comfort and pride day and night; and, +ma'am, they were going to take him away from me—to +<i>sell</i> him—a baby that had never been away +from his mother in his life! I couldn't stand it, +ma'am. I knew I never should be good for anything +if they did; and when I knew the papers +were signed and he was sold, I took him and came +off in the night, and they chased me—the man that +bought him and some of master's folks, and they +were coming down right behind me, and I heard +them—I jumped right on to the ice, and how I got +across I don't know, but first I knew a man was +helping me up the bank."</p> + +<p>"Crossed on the ice?" cried every one present.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said poor Eliza, slowly. "I did, God +helping me. I crossed on the ice, for they were +behind me—right behind—and there was no other +way!"</p> + +<p>All around were affected to tears by Eliza's +story.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Bird himself, to hide his feelings, had to +turn away, and became particularly busy in wiping +his spectacle-glasses and blowing his nose.</p> + +<p>After a short pause, Mrs. Bird asked:—</p> + +<p>"And where do you mean to go to, my poor +woman?"</p> + +<p>"To Canada if I only knew where that was. Is +it very far off ma'am?" said she, looking up with a +simple and confiding air to Mrs. Bird's face.</p> + +<p>"Poor woman," said Mrs. Bird, "it is much +further off than you think; but we will try to think +what can be done for you. Here Dinah," said she +to one of the servants, "make her up a bed in your +own room close by the kitchen, and I'll think what +to do for her in the morning. Meanwhile, never +fear poor woman, put your trust in God, He will +protect you."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bird and her husband re-entered the parlour. +She sat down in her little rocking chair before the +fire, swinging it thoughtfully to and fro. Mr. Bird +strode up and down the room, grumbling to himself. +At length, striding up to his wife, he said:—</p> + +<p>"I say, wife, she'll have to get away from here +this very night. That trader fellow will be down +after her early to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>"To-night," said Mrs. Bird, "how is it possible—and +where to?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I know pretty well where to," said Mr. +Bird, beginning to put on his boots. "I know +a place where she would be safe enough, but the +plague of the thing is, nobody could drive a carriage +there to-night but me. The creek has to be crossed +twice, and the second crossing is quite dangerous, +unless one know it as I do. But never mind. I'll +take her over myself. There is no help for it. I +could not bear to see the poor woman caught."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, thank you, dear John," said the +wife, laying her white hand on his—"Could I ever +have loved you had I not known you better than +you do yourself?"</p> + +<p>Off Mr. Bird set to see about the carriage, but at +the door he stopped for a moment, and then coming +back, he said, with a quivering voice,—</p> + +<p>"Mary, I don't know how you'd feel about it, +but there's the drawer full of things—of—of—poor +little Henry's." So saying, he turned quickly on +his heel, and shut the door after him.</p> + +<p>His wife opened the little bedroom door adjoining +her room, and taking the candle, set it down +on the top of a bureau there; then from a small +recess she took a key, and put it thoughtfully in +the lock of a drawer, and made a sudden pause, +while two boys, who, boy-like, had followed close +on her heels, stood looking, with silent, significant +glances, at their mother. And oh! mother that +reads this, has there never been in your house a +drawer, or a closet, the opening of which has been +to you like the opening again of a little grave? +Ah! happy mother that you are, if it has not +been so!</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bird slowly opened the drawer. There +were little coats of many a form and pattern, piles +of aprons, and rows of small stockings; and even a +pair of little shoes, worn and rubbed at the toes, +were peeping from the folds of a paper. There was +a toy horse and waggon, a top, a ball—memorials +gathered with many a tear and many a heartbreak! +She sat down by the drawer, and leaning her head +on her hands over it, wept till the tears fell through +her fingers into the drawer; then suddenly raising +her head, she began, with nervous haste, selecting +the plainest and most substantial articles, and +gathering them into a bundle.</p> + +<p>"Mamma," said one of the boys, gently touching +her arm, "are you going to give away those +things?"</p> + +<p>"My dear boys," she said, softly and earnestly, +"if our dear, loving, little Henry looks down from +heaven, he would be glad to have us do this. I +could not find it in my heart to give them away to +any common person—to anybody that was happy; +but I give them to a mother more heart-broken +and sorrowful than I am; and I hope God will +send his blessings with them!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Bird returned about twelve o'clock with the +carriage. "Mary," said he, coming in with his +overcoat in his hand, you must wake her up now. +"We must be off." Soon arrayed in a cloak, bonnet, +and shawl that had belonged to her benefactress, +poor Eliza appeared at the door with her child in +her arms. When she got seated in the carriage, +she fixed her large dark eyes on Mrs. Bird's face, +and seemed going to speak. Her lips moved, but +there was no sound; pointing upward with a look +never to be forgotten, she fell back in her seat and +covered her face. The door was shut, and the +carriage drove on.</p> + +<p>It was not long before they arrived at the place +where Mr. Bird thought they would be safe from +the cruel trader. It was a village about seven +miles off, consisting of neat houses, with orchards +and meadows about them.</p> + +<p>They all belonged to Quakers, a sect of Christians +whom foolish people laugh at, because they think it +right to wear broad-brimmed hats, and odd old-fashioned +bonnets; but they do many good and charitable +things, especially for the poor negroes, and +one of them took Harry and his mother in.</p> + +<p>I cannot tell all the kindness the Quaker and his +family did to them, giving Harry such good things, +and watching lest the trader should come that way; +but the greatest joy of all was, one evening, when +a tall strong man, called Phineas Fletcher, who was +a Quaker, and a great traveller, guided to the +village Harry's poor father, George. His master +was going to sell him too, and he had run away,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +and searched everywhere for his wife and child, to +take them with him to Canada, which you know +belongs to England. Oh what a happy meeting +that was between George, Eliza, and little Harry.</p> + +<p>But they could not remain long with the kind +Quakers. Their cruel pursuers had found out +where they were hid, so they had all to set out +again together. This time they were guided by +the brave-hearted Phineas Fletcher, and hoped to +reach Canada in safety. But their pursuers overtook +them, and they had to run to the rocks to +defend themselves, as the verses will tell.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE DEFENCE.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +See Harry's poor father, with pistol in hand,<br /> +How bravely he takes on the steep rock his stand,<br /> +Over rivers, and forests, and towns he has passed,<br /> +And found his Eliza and Harry at last.<br /> +<br /> +The kind Quaker folks that wear drab, brown, and gray,<br /> +To the wanderers gave shelter and bread on their way,<br /> +Their warm clothes were given them, their waggon was lent,<br /> +And the strong-armed Phineas along with them went.<br /> +<br /> +Their hope was to journey to Canada's shore,<br /> +Where the trader or master could reach them no more;<br /> +For the English flag floats there, o'er land and o'er sea,<br /> +And they knew in its shadow the negro was free.<br /> +<br /> +But far is their way through the slave-dealing land,<br /> +And now on their track comes the trader's fierce band;<br /> +So for refuge and rest to the rocks they have run,<br /> +And the father will fight for his wife and his son.<br /> +<br /> +He fires on the first up the steep rock that springs,<br /> +But the trader comes on, shouting all wicked things,<br /> +Till Phineas right over the crag flings him clear,<br /> +Saying, "Friend, in my mind thou hast no business here."<br /> +<br /> +Then off go the traders to find them more men,<br /> +And off go the friends in their waggon again;<br /> +But don't you wish well to the good man for life,<br /> +Who would fight for his freedom, his child, and his wife?<br /><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 306px;"> +<img src="images/p014.jpg" width="306" height="500" alt="THE DEFENCE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE DEFENCE.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +But far is their way through the slave-dealing land,<br /> +And now on their track comes the trader's fierce band<br /> +So for refuge and rest to the rocks they have run,<br /> +And the father will fight for his wife and his son.<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> + +<p>After this, George and Eliza, with their little +Harry, journeyed on, never stopping, except at the +house of another kind friend, to disguise themselves +before going on board the steamboat, which at last +brought them safe to Canada.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ARRIVAL IN THE LAND OF FREEDOM.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +Look on the travellers kneeling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In thankful gladness, here,</span><br /> +As the boat that brought them o'er the lake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Goes steaming from the pier.</span><br /> +<br /> +'Tis Harry, like a girl disguised,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His mother, like a boy,</span><br /> +But the father kneels beside them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And their hearts are full of joy.</span><br /> +<br /> +No man can buy or sell them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No trader chase them more,</span><br /> +The land of freedom has been gained,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The good Canadian shore.</span><br /> +<br /> +And they are strangers on the soil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As poor as poor can be,</span><br /> +But the English flag above them floats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They know that they are free.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>George got employment in a factory, and as he +was active and clever in his work, he soon earned +enough to take a pretty little house, where they all +lived together. Harry grew older, and went to +school, where he was a good boy, and never forgot +how God had preserved him from the wicked trader, +and what his poor mother had suffered to bring +him away. His father, George, though he worked +all day, was learning too from all sorts of good +books, which he used to read by the fire in the +evenings. He was ever thinking of the poor +heathen kings in Africa, and the negroes they sold +for slaves. So at last, when he had learned a great +deal, he determined to become a missionary; and, +with his wife and family, he embarked for Africa, +where he still labours, teaching the poor negroes +the glad tidings of the gospel.</p> + + +<h3><br />WHO UNCLE TOM WAS.</h3> + +<p>Now I must tell you something about Uncle +Tom, from whom this book is named. He was a +negro man, as black as jet, and a slave, belonging +to Mr. Shelby, the rich man who at first owned +Eliza and Harry. Mr. Shelby had a great estate, +and many slaves to cultivate it, but they all loved +and respected Tom, for he was a good Christian, +and kind to everybody, on which account they used +all to call him Uncle. Tom's master was kind to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +cabin or cottage hard by the rich man's house; it +his slaves, and especially to Tom, because he was +honest and careful with his property. Tom had a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +was built of logs cut from great trees; there was a +garden in front, with beautiful flowers and strawberries +in it; and climbing plants, so common in +our country, twined along the walls. Tom had also +a wife as black as himself; her name was Chloe, and +she cooked for the Shelbys. You will remember +how late she kept the trader's dinner when he wanted +to pursue Eliza. They had two little sons, with very +black faces and curly heads, and a little black baby +just beginning to walk. Tom and his family were +very happy in that cabin; the poor negroes used to +gather there to hear Tom sing hymns and pray, +for, as I said, he was a pious man, and the slaves +had no other church to go to, for many people in +America will not let negroes worship God with +them. Mr. Shelby's son, a very clever boy, who +had gained many prizes at school, liked Tom too, +and used to come teach him to read and write in +the evenings, and Tom had great hopes of being +able to read the Bible at last. As Chloe was a cook +she always contrived to have ready something very +nice for Mr. George when he came to teach her +goodman, and George would stand with one eye on +Tom's copy, and another on the cake she prepared, +while the boys and the baby played about them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 305px;"> +<img src="images/p016.jpg" width="305" height="500" alt="ARRIVAL IN THE LAND OF FREEDOM." title="" /> +<span class="caption">ARRIVAL IN THE LAND OF FREEDOM.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +No man can buy or sell them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No trader chase them more,</span><br /> +The land of freedom has been gained,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The good Canadian shore.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>But all those pleasant days came to an end. Mr. +Shelby lost his money, and got in debt to a man +who dealt in slaves; for that debt he sold little +Harry to him, and the rest of it was paid with +poor Tom. Think what sad news that was for the +cabin!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>TOM AND HIS WIFE HAVE HEARD THAT<br /> +HE IS SOLD.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +The work of the winter day is o'er,<br /> +But Tom and his wife are weeping sore<br /> +Beside the hearth, where you can't forget<br /> +How the cakes were baked, and the copy set.<br /> +<br /> +Oh, never again will Tom be taught!<br /> +From his master, by wicked trader bought;<br /> +And he will carry poor Tom next day,<br /> +From children, and wife, and home away.<br /> +<br /> +His home—It was low of roof and wall,<br /> +But there had been room and love for all,<br /> +The peace that waits on contented days,<br /> +The voice of prayer and the hymn of praise.<br /> +<br /> +And Tom himself, he is black of skin,<br /> +But, children, his soul is fair within,<br /> +His life is good and his heart is brave,<br /> +And yet they have sold him as a slave.<br /><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 251px;"> +<img src="images/alt-p017.jpg" width="251" height="400" alt="TOM AND HIS WIFE HAVE HEARD THAT HE IS SOLD." title="" /> +<span class="caption">TOM AND HIS WIFE HAVE HEARD THAT HE IS SOLD.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +The fire-light shows on the lowly bed,<br /> +Each dusky face, and each curly head<br /> +Of his little children, sound asleep;<br /> +Oh well may their poor tired mother weep!<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +The fire light shows on the lowly bed,<br /> +Each dusky face, and each curly head<br /> +Of his little children, sound asleep;<br /> +Oh well may their poor tired mother weep!<br /> +<br /> +Now Tom is trying to soothe her woe:<br /> +"Dear Chloe 'tis best that I should go,<br /> +Our babes and you will live safely here,<br /> +And I may be far, but God is near."<br /> +<br /> +"Yet think of me, love, when I am gone,<br /> +And the days of the pleasant spring come on.<br /> +Don't grieve, dear wife"—and his tears fell fast.<br /> +"You know we will meet in heaven at last."<br /> +</div> + + +<p>Tom might have fled away, as Eliza did with +Harry, but he took pity on Mr. Shelby for being +in debt to the trader, and also feared that if he +fled, his wife and children would be sold to pay it. +Poor Chloe wept sore, and so did the boys, and all +the negroes on the estate were very sorry to part +with him. George Shelby was from home when +Tom was sold, and knew nothing about the matter. +But he returned that very day, and the moment +he learned that Tom was gone, he saddled his horse +and rode after him. When he came up to the +waggon he sprang into it, and throwing his arms +round Tom's neck, began sobbing and scolding +most violently.</p> + +<p>"I declare it's a shame! I don't care what they +say, any of them. It's a nasty mean shame! If I +was a man, they shouldn't do it," said George.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mas'r George! this does me good!" said +Tom. "I couldn't bear to go off without seein' ye! +It does me real good, ye can't tell!" Here Tom +made some movement of his feet, and George's eyes +fell on the fetters.</p> + +<p>"What a shame!" he exclaimed, lifting his hands. +"I'll knock that old fellow down—I will!"</p> + +<p>"No, you won't, Mas'r George; and you must not +talk so loud. It won't help me any, to anger him."</p> + +<p>"Well, I won't, then, for your sake; but only +to think of it—isn't it a shame? They never sent +for me, nor sent me any word, and, if it hadn't +been for Tom Lincoln, I shouldn't have heard it. +I tell you, I blew them up well, all of them, at +home."</p> + +<p>"That wasn't right, I'm feared, Mas'r George."</p> + +<p>"Can't help it! I say it's a shame! Look here, +Uncle Tom," said he, turning his back to the rest +of the party, and speaking in a mysterious tone, +"<i>I've brought you my dollar!</i>"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I couldn't think o' takin' it, Mas'r George, +no ways in the world," said Tom, quite moved.</p> + +<p>"But you shall take it," said George. "Look +here; I told Aunt Chloe I'd do it, and she advised +me just to make a hole in it, and put a string +through, so you could hang it round your neck, +and keep it out of sight, else this mean scamp +would take it away. I tell ye, Tom, I want to +blow him up! it would do me good."</p> + +<p>"No, don't, Mas'r George, for it won't do <i>me</i> +any good."</p> + +<p>"Well, I won't, for your sake," said George, +busily tying his dollar round Tom's neck; "but +there, now, button your coat tight over it, and +keep it, and remember, every time you see it, that +I'll come down after you, and bring you back. +Aunt Chloe and I have been talking about it. I told +her not to fear; I'll see to it, and I'll tease father's +life out if he don't do it."</p> + +<p>"O, Mas'r George, ye mustn't talk so about +your father! You must be a good boy; remember +how many hearts is set on ye. Always keep close +to yer mother. Don't be gettin' into them foolish +ways boys has of gettin' too big to mind their +mothers. Tell ye what, Mas'r George, the Lord +gives good many things twice over; but he don't +give ye a mother but once. Ye'll never see sich<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +another woman, Mas'r George, if ye live to be a +hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, +and grow up, and be a comfort to her, thar's my +own good boy—you will, now, won't ye?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will, Uncle Tom," said George, seriously.</p> + +<p>"And be careful of yer speaking, Mas'r George. +Young boys, when they come to your age, is wilful, +sometimes—it's natur they should be. But +real gentlemen, such as I hopes you'll be, never lets +fall no words that isn't respectful to thar parents. +Ye an't offended, Mas'r George?"</p> + +<p>"No indeed, Uncle Tom; you always did give +me good advice."</p> + +<p>"I's older, ye know," said Tom, stroking the +boy's fine curly head with his large, strong hand, +but speaking in a voice as tender as a woman's—"and +I sees all that's bound up in you. O, Mas'r +George, you has everything—larnin', privileges, +readin', writin'—and you'll grow up to be a great, +learned, good man, and all the people on the place, +and your mother and father'll be so proud on ye! +Be a good mas'r, like yer father; and be a Christian, +like yer mother. Remember yer Creator in the +days o' yer youth, Mas'r George. And now, Good-bye, +Mas'r George," said Tom, looking fondly and +admiringly at him. "God Almighty bless you!" +Away George went, and Tom looked, till the clatter +of his horse's heels died away, the last sound or +sight of his home.</p> + +<p>When the trader was disappointed in catching +Harry, he put handcuffs on poor Tom to prevent +his escape, and took him away in a waggon to a +town, where he bought more slaves—children from +their mothers, and husbands from their wives—some +of them as black as Tom, and some nearly white, +like Harry and his mother. Then he put them all +on board of a steamboat going down the great river +Mississippi. You will see on the map that it is one +of the largest rivers in America. There are many +towns on its banks, and steamboats go from one to +another carrying goods and passengers; and the +trader seeing that Tom was quiet and peaceable, +took off the handcuffs, and allowed him to go about +the steamboat helping the sailors, for Tom would +help anybody. There were many people on board +besides the negroes, and among them a rich gentleman +called Mr. St. Clair. He was returning home +from a visit to his relations, who lived in New +England, and had with him his little daughter Eva, +and his cousin Miss Feely. Eva had long yellow +curls, and a fair, pretty face; better than that, she +had the fear of God and the love of all goodness in +her heart. Always cheerful, meek, and kindly, +everybody loved Eva St. <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'clair'">Clair</ins>, especially her father, +for she was his only daughter. Tom saw her play +about the steamboat, for they were days and nights +on the voyage. Eva used to come close and look at +him, when he sat thinking of Chloe and the children. +The little one was shy, notwithstanding all +her busy interest in everything going on, and it was +not easy to tame her. But at last Tom and she got +on quite confidential terms.</p> + +<p>"What's little missy's name?" said Tom at last, +when he thought matters were ripe to push such an +inquiry.</p> + +<p>"Evangeline St. Clair," said the little one, +"though papa and everybody else call me Eva. +Now, what's your name?"</p> + +<p>"My name's Tom; the little children used to +call me Uncle Tom, away back thar in Kentucky."</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 am going to be sold to somebody. I +don't know who."</p> + +<p>"My papa can buy you," said Eva, quickly; +"and 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>The boat here stopped at a small landing to take +in wood, and Eva, hearing her father's voice, +bounded nimbly away. Tom rose up, and went +forward to offer his service in wooding, and soon +was busy among the hands.</p> + +<p>Eva and her father were standing together by +the railings to see the boat start from the landing-place; +the wheel had made two or three revolutions +in the water, when, by some sudden movement, +the little one suddenly lost her balance, and fell +sheer over the side of the boat, into the water. +Her father, scarce knowing what he did, was +plunging in after her, but was held back by some +behind him, who saw that more efficient aid had +followed his child.</p> + +<p>Tom was standing just under her on the lower +deck as she fell. He saw her strike the water and +sink, and was after her in a moment. A broad-chested, +strong-armed fellow, it was nothing for +him to keep afloat in the water, till, in a moment or +two, the child rose to the surface, and he caught +her in his arms, and, swimming with her to the +boat-side, handed her up, all dripping, to the grasp +of hundreds of hands, which, as if they had all +belonged to one man, were stretched eagerly out to +receive her. A few moments more, and her father +bore her, dripping and senseless, to the ladies' +cabin, where she soon recovered.</p> + +<p>Her father was much rejoiced, and Eva took +such a liking for Tom, that she would not rest till +the rich Mr. St. Clair had bought him from the +trader; and the girl hoped that she would one day +get her father coaxed to set him free. From that +day Tom and Eva were great friends. The steamer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +brought them safely to New Orleans. The trader +took all his slaves away to sell them in that town; +and Tom was taken to Mr. St. Clair's fine house, +where you see him and Eva. You may also see +the doings of little Topsy, a poor negro child, +whom Mr. St. Clair bought, and made a present of +to his cousin Miss Feely.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>EVA PUTTING A WREATH OF FLOWERS ROUND TOM'S NECK.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +Poor Tom is far from his cottage now,<br /> +From his own good wife, and children three,<br /> +Where coffee, and rice, and cedars grow,<br /> +By a wide old river like the sea.<br /> +<br /> +And he has a master rich and kind,<br /> +With all that his heart can well desire,<br /> +But homeward still goes the negro's mind,<br /> +To the curly heads by his cottage fire.<br /> +<br /> +He the gentle Eva's life did save,<br /> +When over the great ship's side she fell,<br /> +And brought her up from the drowning wave,—<br /> +So Eva had grown to love him well.<br /> +<br /> +She will read to Tom for hours on hours,<br /> +And sit with him on the grass all day;<br /> +You see she is wreathing pretty flowers,<br /> +About his neck, in her pleasant play.<br /> +<br /> +Different in colour and in years<br /> +Are the negro man and that fair child's face;<br /> +But a likeness in God's sight appears,<br /> +For both are the children of his grace.<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 321px;"> +<img src="images/p020.jpg" width="321" height="500" alt="EVA PUTTING A WREATH OF FLOWERS ROUND TOM'S NECK." title="" /> +<span class="caption">EVA PUTTING A WREATH OF FLOWERS ROUND TOM'S NECK.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +She will read to Tom for hours on hours,<br /> +And sit with him on the grass all day;<br /> +You see she is wreathing pretty flowers<br /> +About his neck, in her pleasant play.<br /><br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> + +<h2>TOPSY AT THE LOOKING GLASS.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +See little Topsy at the glass quite gay,<br /> +Her mistress has forgot the keys to-day,<br /> +So she has rummaged every drawer, and dressed<br /> +Herself out in Miss Feely's very best.<br /> +<br /> +Mark where she stands! the shawl of gorgeous red<br /> +Wound like a Turk's great turban round her head;<br /> +A finer shawl far trailing on the floor,<br /> +Just shews her bare black elbows, and no more.<br /> +<br /> +With what an air she flaunts the ivory fan,<br /> +And tries to step as stately as she can,<br /> +Mincing fine words to her own shadow, "Dear!<br /> +How very ungenteel the folks are here!"<br /> +<br /> +But while that shadow only Topsy sees,<br /> +Back comes the careful lady for her keys,<br /> +And finds her in the grandeur all arrayed—<br /> +Poor Topsy will be punished, I'm afraid.<br /> +<br /> +Now it is wrong, as every reader knows,<br /> +To rummage people's drawers, and wear their clothes;<br /> +But Topsy is a negro child, you see,<br /> +Who never learned to read like you and me.<br /> +<br /> +A child whom bad men from her mother sold,<br /> +Whom a harsh mistress used to cuff and scold,<br /> +Whom no one taught or cared for all her days,<br /> +No wonder that the girl had naughty ways.<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 301px;"> +<img src="images/p022.jpg" width="301" height="500" alt="TOPSY AT THE LOOKING-GLASS." title="" /> +<span class="caption">TOPSY AT THE LOOKING-GLASS.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +Mark where she stands! the shawl of gorgeous red<br /> +Wound like a Turk's great turban round her head,<br /> +A finer shawl for trailing on the floor,<br /> +Just shows her bare black elbows, and no more.<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +No home, no school, no Bible she had seen,<br /> +How bless'd besides poor Topsy we have been!<br /> +Yet boys and girls among ourselves, I've known<br /> +Puffed up with praise for merits not their own.<br /> +<br /> +The copy by some clever school-mate penned,<br /> +The witty saying picked up from a friend,<br /> +Makes many a miss and master look as fine,<br /> +As if they coined the words or penned the line.<br /> +<br /> +But none can keep such borrowed plumes as these,<br /> +For some one still comes back to find the keys,<br /> +And so they are found out, it comes to pass,<br /> +Just like poor Topsy at the looking-glass.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>TOPSY BRINGING FLOWERS TO EVA.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +Poor Topsy, trying to be kind,<br /> +Has brought a bunch of garden flowers<br /> +To Eva, when she lies reclined<br /> +Through the bright summer's sultry hours.<br /> +<br /> +For sickness hangs on Eva now,<br /> +She can no longer run or play,<br /> +Her cheek is pale, her voice is low,<br /> +And there she lies the livelong day.<br /> +<br /> +Yet Eva does not fear to die,<br /> +She knows a better home remains<br /> +For her, beyond the great blue sky,<br /> +Where comes no sickness, tears, or pains.<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 309px;"> +<img src="images/p024.jpg" width="309" height="500" alt="TOPSY BRINGING FLOWERS TO EVA." title="" /> +<span class="caption">TOPSY BRINGING FLOWERS TO EVA.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +"Oh mother dear, let Topsy stay,"<br /> +Says Eva in her gentle mood,<br /> +"She brought such pretty flowers to-day,<br /> +Indeed she's trying to be good."<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +For in her happier days of health<br /> +She read and prized her Bible true,<br /> +Above this poor world's pride or wealth,<br /> +And loved her blessed Saviour too.<br /> +<br /> +And she like him was kind to all,<br /> +And pity on poor Topsy had,<br /> +Because the rest would scold and call<br /> +Her names, for being black and bad.<br /> +<br /> +So Eva strove to make her good,<br /> +And told her, of all tales the best,<br /> +How Christ came down to shed his blood,<br /> +That sinners might be saved and blest.<br /> +<br /> +Poor Topsy tried to understand—<br /> +None ever taught her so before—<br /> +And brought the sweet flowers in her hand,—<br /> +The negro girl could do no more.<br /> +<br /> +But Eva's proud mamma comes in<br /> +With scornful look and frown severe,<br /> +She cries, "begone, you nasty thing!<br /> +In all the world what brings you here?"<br /> +<br /> +"Oh mother dear, let Topsy stay,"<br /> +Says Eva in her gentle mood,<br /> +"She brought such pretty flowers to-day,<br /> +Indeed she's trying to be good."<br /> +<br /> +"I'm going fast, where there will be<br /> +No difference, but in sins forgiven,<br /> +And mother it might chance that we<br /> +Would bring poor Topsy flowers in heaven."<br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 318px;"> +<img src="images/p026.jpg" width="318" height="500" alt="DEATH OF EVA." title="" /> +<span class="caption">DEATH OF EVA.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +Oh, swift and sad were the tears that fell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As her gifts among them passed,</span><br /> +And Tom, he got the first fair curl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Topsy got the last.</span><br /><br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THE DEATH OF EVA.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +There is peace on Eva's wasted brow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a soft light in her eye;</span><br /> +But her father's heart grows hopeless now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he knows that she must die.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yet the thought is kind and the trust is true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she takes him by the hand,—</span><br /> +Dear father I will look for you<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the light of God's own land.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Oh let them cut the long, long curls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That flow about my head,</span><br /> +And let our poor kind negroes come<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a moment round my bed.</span><br /> +<br /> +"They have smoothed and stroked it many a day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their kindly sport, and care,</span><br /> +And it may be they will think of me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they see that curling hair."</span><br /> +<br /> +The negroes loved her, young and old,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a fond and deep regard,</span><br /> +For Eva's look was never sour,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her words were never hard.</span><br /> +<br /> +And her old nurse by the bedside stood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sore sobbing in her woe,</span><br /> +That so many sinners here should stay,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the good and young should go.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Dear nurse," said Eva, "I go home<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the happiest home of all;</span><br /> +Where never an evil thing will come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never a tear will fall.</span><br /> +<br /> +"And I will hope each one to see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That blessed home within;</span><br /> +Where Christ himself will set us free<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the bonds of death and sin."</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh, swift and sad were the tears that fell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As her gifts among them passed,</span><br /> +And Tom, he got the first fair curl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Topsy got the last.</span><br /> +<br /> +But first and last alike were given,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With some words of love and prayer;</span><br /> +And it may be, hearts were helped to heaven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the links of that soft hair.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>When Eva was dead and buried, Tom missed +her sore, but he knew it was the will of God, and +tried to comfort his master. Mr. St. Clair intended +to set him free for Eva's sake. He was a kind +man, but given to delay, and one day a wicked +man stabbed him in a coffee-house, when he was +trying to settle a quarrel. Mrs. St. Clair was a +proud, hard-hearted woman, who cared for nobody +but herself. She sold all the negroes, and Tom +among them, to a cruel cotton planter, called +Legree, and you shall see how he behaved.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LEGREE STRIKING TOM.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +Tom's good wife Chloe, far at home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his boys so blythe and black,</span><br /> +Are all working hard, in hopes to win<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dollars, to buy him back.</span><br /> +<br /> +And George, who taught him long ago,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has many a pleasant plan,</span><br /> +To pay his price, and set him free.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he comes to be a man.</span><br /> +<br /> +But little does that wicked man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his angry madness, know,</span><br /> +That God himself will take account<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of each cruel word and blow.</span><br /> +<br /> +And children dear, who see him here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At night and morning pray,</span><br /> +That you may never have aught like this<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laid up for the judgment day!</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>By the time all these things happened, George +Shelby had grown up; but when he came to buy +back Tom, the pious, kindly negro, had been so +ill-treated by that cruel planter, because he tried to +save the other slaves from his evil temper, that he +lay dying in an old shed; and there was no law to +punish the wicked planter, because Tom was +black.</p> + +<p>When George entered the shed where Tom lay, +he felt his head giddy and his heart sick.</p> + +<p>"Is it possible?" said he, kneeling down by him. +"Uncle Tom, my poor, poor old friend!"</p> + +<p>Something in the voice penetrated to the ear of +the dying. He smiled, and said—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Jesus can make a dying bed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Feel soft as downy pillows are."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Tears fell from the young man's eyes as he bent +over his poor friend.</p> + +<p>"O, dear Uncle Tom! do wake—do speak once +more! Look up. 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!" +He looked bewildered.</p> + +<p>Slowly the idea seemed to fill his soul; and the +vacant eye became fixed and brightened, the whole +face lighted up, the hard hands clasped, and tears +ran down the cheeks.</p> + +<p>"Bless the Lord' 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! +Bless the Lord, O my soul!"</p> + +<p>He began to draw his breath with long, deep +aspirations; and his broad chest rose and fell +heavily. The expression of his face was that of a +conqueror.</p> + +<p>"Who—who shall separate us from the love of +Christ?" he said, in a voice that contended with +mortal weakness; and with a smile he fell asleep.</p> + +<p>Beyond the boundaries of the plantation George +had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few +trees; there they made a grave for poor Tom.</p> + +<p>"Shall we take off the cloak, mas'r?" said the +negroes, when the grave was ready.</p> + +<p>"No, no; bury it with him. It's all I can give +you now, poor Tom, and you shall have it."</p> + +<p>They laid him in; and the men shovelled away +silently. They banked it up, and laid green turf +over it.</p> + +<p>"You may go, boys," said George, slipping a +quarter dollar into the hand of each. They lingered +about, however.</p> + +<p>"If young mas'r would please buy us," said one.</p> + +<p>"We'd serve him so faithful!" said the other. +"Do, mas'r, buy us, please!"</p> + +<p>"I can't—I can't," said George, with difficulty, +motioning them off; "it's impossible!"</p> + +<p>The poor fellows looked dejected, and walked off +in silence.</p> + +<p>"Witness, eternal God," said George, kneeling +on the grave of his poor friend—"O, witness that, +from this hour, I will do <i>what one man can</i> to drive +out this curse of slavery from my land!"</p> + +<p>There is no monument to mark the last resting-place +of poor Tom. He needs none. His Lord +knows where he lies, and will raise him up immortal, +to appear with Him when He shall appear in +his glory.</p><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 315px;"> +<img src="images/p030.jpg" width="315" height="500" alt="LEGREE STRIKING TOM." title="" /> +<span class="caption">LEGREE STRIKING TOM.</span> +</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +But little does that wicked man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his angry madness, know,</span><br /> +That God himself will take account<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of each cruel word and blow.</span><br /><br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LITTLE EVA SONG.</h2> + +<h3>UNCLE TOM'S GUARDIAN ANGEL.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +WORDS BY JOHN G. WHITTIER . . . . MUSIC BY MANUEL EMILIO.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 584px;"> +<img src="images/music.jpg" width="584" height="218" alt="Music" title="" /> +</div><div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/littleeva.mid">here</a>.]</small></div> + +<div class='poem'><br /> +Dry the tears for holy Eva!<br /> +With the blesséd angels leave her;<br /> +Of the form so sweet and fair,<br /> +Give to earth the tender care.<br /> +For the golden locks of Eva,<br /> +Let the sunny south land give her<br /> +Flow'ry pillow of repose,<br /> +Orange bloom and budding rose,<br /> +Orange bloom and budding rose.<br /> +<br /> +All is light and peace with Eva;<br /> +There the darkness cometh never;<br /> +Tears are wiped, and fetters fall,<br /> +And the Lord is all in all.<br /> +Weep no more for happy Eva;<br /> +Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her,<br /> +Care, and pain, and weariness,<br /> +Lost in love so measureless!<br /> +<br /> +Gentle Eva, loving Eva,<br /> +Child confessor, true believer,<br /> +Listener at the Master's knee,<br /> +"Suffer such to come to me."<br /> +O for faith like thine, sweet Eva,<br /> +Lighting all the solemn river,<br /> +And the blessing of the poor,<br /> +Wafting to the heavenly shore.<br /> +</div> + + +<h3>THE END.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p> + +<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. 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