InWhichtheReaderIsIntroducedtoaManofHumanity
　　LateintheafternoonofachillydayinFebruary，twogentlemenweresittingaloneovertheirwine，inawell-furnisheddiningparlor，inthetownofP——，inKentucky。Therewerenoservantspresent，andthegentlemen，withchairscloselyapproaching，seemedtobediscussingsomesubjectwithgreatearnestness。
　　Forconveniencesake，wehavesaid，hitherto，twogentlemen。Oneoftheparties，however，whencriticallyexamined，didnotseem，strictlyspeaking，tocomeunderthespecies。Hewasashort，thick-setman，withcoarse，commonplacefeatures，andthatswaggeringairofpretensionwhichmarksalowmanwhoistryingtoelbowhiswayupwardintheworld。Hewasmuchover-dressed，inagaudyvestofmanycolors，ablueneckerchief，bedroppedgaylywithyellowspots，andarrangedwithaflauntingtie，quiteinkeepingwiththegeneralairoftheman。Hishands，largeandcoarse，wereplentifullybedeckedwithrings；andheworeaheavygoldwatch-chain，withabundleofsealsofportentoussize，andagreatvarietyofcolors，attachedtoit，—which，intheardorofconversation，hewasinthehabitofflourishingandjinglingwithevidentsatisfaction。HisconversationwasinfreeandeasydefianceofMurray’sGrammar，1andwasgarnishedatconvenientintervalswithvariousprofaneexpressions，whichnoteventhedesiretobegraphicinouraccountshallinduceustotranscribe。
　　Hiscompanion，Mr。Shelby，hadtheappearanceofagentleman；andthearrrangementsofthehouse，andthegeneralairofthehousekeeping，indicatedeasy，andevenopulentcircumstances。Aswebeforestated，thetwowereinthemidstofanearnestconversation。
　　“ThatisthewayIshouldarrangethematter，”saidMr。Shelby。
　　“Ican’tmaketradethatway—Ipositivelycan’t，Mr。Shelby，”saidtheother，holdingupaglassofwinebetweenhiseyeandthelight。
　　“Why，thefactis，Haley，Tomisanuncommonfellow；heiscertainlyworththatsumanywhere，—steady，honest，capable，managesmywholefarmlikeaclock。”
　　“Youmeanhonest，asniggersgo，”saidHaley，helpinghimselftoaglassofbrandy。
　　“No；Imean，really，Tomisagood，steady，sensible，piousfellow。Hegotreligionatacamp-meeting，fouryearsago；andIbelievehereallydidgetit。I’vetrustedhim，sincethen，witheverythingIhave，—money，house，horses，—andlethimcomeandgoroundthecountry；andIalwaysfoundhimtrueandsquareineverything。”
　　“Somefolksdon’tbelievethereispiousniggersShelby，”saidHaley，withacandidflourishofhishand，“butIdo。Ihadafellow，now，inthisyerlastlotItooktoOrleans—’twasasgoodasameetin，now，really，tohearthatcritterpray；andhewasquitegentleandquietlike。Hefetchedmeagoodsum，too，forIboughthimcheapofamanthatwas’bligedtosellout；soIrealizedsixhundredonhim。Yes，Iconsiderreligionavaleyablethinginanigger，whenit’sthegenuinearticle，andnomistake。”
　　“Well，Tom’sgottherealarticle，ifeverafellowhad，”rejoinedtheother。“Why，lastfall，IlethimgotoCincinnatialone，todobusinessforme，andbringhomefivehundreddollars。‘Tom，’saysItohim，‘Itrustyou，becauseIthinkyou’reaChristian—Iknowyouwouldn’tcheat。’Tomcomesback，sureenough；Iknewhewould。Somelowfellows，theysay，saidtohim—Tom，whydon’tyoumaketracksforCanada？’‘Ah，mastertrustedme，andIcouldn’t，’—theytoldmeaboutit。IamsorrytopartwithTom，Imustsay。Yououghttolethimcoverthewholebalanceofthedebt；andyouwould，Haley，ifyouhadanyconscience。”
　　“Well，I’vegotjustasmuchconscienceasanymaninbusinesscanaffordtokeep，—justalittle，youknow，toswearby，as’twere，”saidthetrader，jocularly；“and，then，I’mreadytodoanythinginreasonto’bligefriends；butthisyer，yousee，isaleetletoohardonafellow—aleetletoohard。”Thetradersighedcontemplatively，andpouredoutsomemorebrandy。
　　“Well，then，Haley，howwillyoutrade？”saidMr。Shelby，afteranuneasyintervalofsilence。
　　“Well，haven’tyouaboyorgalthatyoucouldthrowinwithTom？”
　　“Hum！—nonethatIcouldwellspare；totellthetruth，it’sonlyhardnecessitymakesmewillingtosellatall。Idon’tlikepartingwithanyofmyhands，that’safact。”
　　Herethedooropened，andasmallquadroonboy，betweenfourandfiveyearsofage，enteredtheroom。Therewassomethinginhisappearanceremarkablybeautifulandengaging。Hisblackhair，fineasflosssilk，hunginglossycurlsabouthisround，dimpledface，whileapairoflargedarkeyes，fulloffireandsoftness，lookedoutfrombeneaththerich，longlashes，ashepeeredcuriouslyintotheapartment。Agayrobeofscarletandyellowplaid，carefullymadeandneatlyfitted，setofftoadvantagethedarkandrichstyleofhisbeauty；andacertaincomicairofassurance，blendedwithbashfulness，showedthathehadbeennotunusedtobeingpettedandnoticedbyhismaster。
　　“Hulloa，JimCrow！”saidMr。Shelby，whistling，andsnappingabunchofraisinstowardshim，“pickthatup，now！”
　　Thechildscampered，withallhislittlestrength，aftertheprize，whilehismasterlaughed。
　　“Comehere，JimCrow，”saidhe。Thechildcameup，andthemasterpattedthecurlyhead，andchuckedhimunderthechin。
　　“Now，Jim，showthisgentlemanhowyoucandanceandsing。”Theboycommencedoneofthosewild，grotesquesongscommonamongthenegroes，inarich，clearvoice，accompanyinghissingingwithmanycomicevolutionsofthehands，feet，andwholebody，allinperfecttimetothemusic。
　　“Bravo！”saidHaley，throwinghimaquarterofanorange。
　　“Now，Jim，walklikeoldUncleCudjoe，whenhehastherheumatism，”saidhismaster。
　　Instantlytheflexiblelimbsofthechildassumedtheappearanceofdeformityanddistortion，as，withhisbackhumpedup，andhismaster’sstickinhishand，hehobbledabouttheroom，hischildishfacedrawnintoadolefulpucker，andspittingfromrighttoleft，inimitationofanoldman。
　　Bothgentlemenlaugheduproariously。
　　“Now，Jim，”saidhismaster，“showushowoldElderRobbinsleadsthepsalm。”Theboydrewhischubbyfacedowntoaformidablelength，andcommencedtoningapsalmtunethroughhisnose，withimperturbablegravity。
　　“Hurrah！bravo！whatayoung’un！”saidHaley；“thatchap’sacase，I’llpromise。Tellyouwhat，”saidhe，suddenlyclappinghishandonMr。Shelby’sshoulder，“flinginthatchap，andI’llsettlethebusiness—Iwill。Come，now，ifthatain’tdoingthethingupabouttherightest！”
　　Atthismoment，thedoorwaspushedgentlyopen，andayoungquadroonwoman，apparentlyabouttwenty-five，enteredtheroom。
　　Thereneededonlyaglancefromthechildtoher，toidentifyherasitsmother。Therewasthesamerich，full，darkeye，withitslonglashes；thesameripplesofsilkyblackhair。Thebrownofhercomplexiongavewayonthecheektoaperceptibleflush，whichdeepenedasshesawthegazeofthestrangemanfixeduponherinboldandundisguisedadmiration。Herdresswasoftheneatestpossiblefit，andsetofftoadvantageherfinelymouldedshape；—adelicatelyformedhandandatrimfootandanklewereitemsofappearancethatdidnotescapethequickeyeofthetrader，wellusedtorunupataglancethepointsofafinefemalearticle。
　　“Well，Eliza？”saidhermaster，asshestoppedandlookedhesitatinglyathim。
　　“IwaslookingforHarry，please，sir；”andtheboyboundedtowardher，showinghisspoils，whichhehadgatheredintheskirtofhisrobe。
　　“Well，takehimawaythen，”saidMr。Shelby；andhastilyshewithdrew，carryingthechildonherarm。
　　“ByJupiter，”saidthetrader，turningtohiminadmiration，“there’sanarticle，now！YoumightmakeyourfortuneonthatargalinOrleans，anyday。I’veseenoverathousand，inmyday，paiddownforgalsnotabithandsomer。”
　　“Idon’twanttomakemyfortuneonher，”saidMr。Shelby，dryly；and，seekingtoturntheconversation，heuncorkedabottleoffreshwine，andaskedhiscompanion’sopinionofit。
　　“Capital，sir，—firstchop！”saidthetrader；thenturning，andslappinghishandfamiliarlyonShelby’sshoulder，headded—
　　“Come，howwillyoutradeaboutthegal？—whatshallIsayforher—what’llyoutake？”
　　“Mr。Haley，sheisnottobesold，”saidShelby。“Mywifewouldnotpartwithherforherweightingold。”
　　“Ay，ay！womenalwayssaysuchthings，causetheyha’ntnosortofcalculation。Justshow’emhowmanywatches，feathers，andtrinkets，one’sweightingoldwouldbuy，andthataltersthecase，Ireckon。”
　　“Itellyou，Haley，thismustnotbespokenof；Isayno，andImeanno，”saidShelby，decidedly。
　　“Well，you’llletmehavetheboy，though，”saidthetrader；“youmustownI’vecomedownprettyhandsomelyforhim。”
　　“Whatonearthcanyouwantwiththechild？”saidShelby。
　　“Why，I’vegotafriendthat’sgoingintothisyerbranchofthebusiness—wantstobuyuphandsomeboystoraiseforthemarket。Fancyarticlesentirely—sellforwaiters，andsoon，torich’uns，thatcanpayforhandsome’uns。Itsetsoffoneofyergreatplaces—arealhandsomeboytoopendoor，wait，andtend。Theyfetchagoodsum；andthislittledevilissuchacomical，musicalconcern，he’sjustthearticle！’
　　“Iwouldrathernotsellhim，”saidMr。Shelby，thoughtfully；“thefactis，sir，I’mahumaneman，andIhatetotaketheboyfromhismother，sir。”
　　“O，youdo？—La！yes—somethingofthatarnatur。Iunderstand，perfectly。Itismightyonpleasantgettingonwithwomen，sometimes，Ial’ayshatestheseyerscreechin，’screamin’times。Theyaremightyonpleasant；but，asImanagesbusiness，Igenerallyavoids’em，sir。Now，whatifyougetthegirloffforaday，oraweek，orso；thenthething’sdonequietly，—alloverbeforeshecomeshome。Yourwifemightgethersomeear-rings，oranewgown，orsomesuchtruck，tomakeupwithher。”
　　“I’mafraidnot。”
　　“Lorblessye，yes！Thesecrittersain’tlikewhitefolks，youknow；theygetsoverthings，onlymanageright。Now，theysay，”saidHaley，assumingacandidandconfidentialair，“thatthiskindo’tradeishardeningtothefeelings；butIneverfounditso。Factis，Inevercoulddothingsupthewaysomefellersmanagethebusiness。I’veseen’emaswouldpullawoman’schildoutofherarms，andsethimuptosell，andshescreechin’likemadallthetime；—verybadpolicy—damagesthearticle—makes’emquiteunfitforservicesometimes。Iknewarealhandsomegalonce，inOrleans，aswasentirelyruinedbythissorto’handling。Thefellowthatwastradingforherdidn’twantherbaby；andshewasoneofyourrealhighsort，whenherbloodwasup。Itellyou，shesqueezedupherchildinherarms，andtalked，andwentonrealawful。Itkindermakesmybloodruncoldtothinkof’t；andwhentheycarriedoffthechild，andlockedherup，shejestwentravin’mad，anddiedinaweek。Clearwaste，sir，ofathousanddollars，justforwantofmanagement，—there’swhere’tis。It’salwaysbesttodothehumanething，sir；that’sbeenmyexperience。”Andthetraderleanedbackinhischair，andfoldedhisarm，withanairofvirtuousdecision，apparentlyconsideringhimselfasecondWilberforce。
　　Thesubjectappearedtointerestthegentlemandeeply；forwhileMr。Shelbywasthoughtfullypeelinganorange，Haleybrokeoutafresh，withbecomingdiffidence，butasifactuallydrivenbytheforceoftruthtosayafewwordsmore。
　　“Itdon’tlookwell，now，forafellertobepraisin’himself；butIsayitjestbecauseit’sthetruth。IbelieveI’mreckonedtobringinaboutthefinestdrovesofniggersthatisbroughtin，—atleast，I’vebeentoldso；ifIhaveonce，IreckonIhaveahundredtimes，—allingoodcase，—fatandlikely，andIloseasfewasanymaninthebusiness。AndIlaysitalltomymanagement，sir；andhumanity，sir，Imaysay，isthegreatpillarofmymanagement。”
　　Mr。Shelbydidnotknowwhattosay，andsohesaid，“Indeed！”
　　“Now，I’vebeenlaughedatformynotions，sir，andI’vebeentalkedto。Theyan’tpop’lar，andtheyan’tcommon；butIstuckto’em，sir；I’vestuckto’em，andrealizedwellon’em；yes，sir，theyhavepaidtheirpassage，Imaysay，”andthetraderlaughedathisjoke。
　　Therewassomethingsopiquantandoriginalintheseelucidationsofhumanity，thatMr。Shelbycouldnothelplaughingincompany。Perhapsyoulaughtoo，dearreader；butyouknowhumanitycomesoutinavarietyofstrangeformsnow-a-days，andthereisnoendtotheoddthingsthathumanepeoplewillsayanddo。
　　Mr。Shelby’slaughencouragedthetradertoproceed。
　　“It’sstrange，now，butInevercouldbeatthisintopeople’sheads。Now，therewasTomLoker，myoldpartner，downinNatchez；hewasacleverfellow，Tomwas，onlytheverydevilwithniggers，—onprinciple’twas，yousee，forabetterheartedfellerneverbrokebread；’twashissystem，sir。IusedtotalktoTom。‘Why，Tom，’Iusedtosay，‘whenyourgalstakesonandcry，what’stheuseo’crackinon’emoverthehead，andknockin’on’emround？It’sridiculous，’saysI，‘anddon’tdonosorto’good。Why，Idon’tseenoharmintheircryin’，’saysI；‘it’snatur，’saysI，‘andifnaturcan’tblowoffoneway，itwillanother。Besides，Tom，’saysI，‘itjestspilesyourgals；theygetsickly，anddowninthemouth；andsometimestheygetsugly，—particularyallowgalsdo，—andit’sthedevilandallgettin’on’embrokein。Now，’saysI，‘whycan’tyoukindercoax’emup，andspeak’emfair？Dependonit，Tom，alittlehumanity，throwninalong，goesaheapfurtherthanallyourjawin’andcrackin’；anditpaysbetter，’saysI，‘dependon’t。’ButTomcouldn’tgetthehangon’t；andhespiledsomanyforme，thatIhadtobreakoffwithhim，thoughhewasagood-heartedfellow，andasfairabusinesshandasisgoin’”
　　“AnddoyoufindyourwaysofmanagingdothebusinessbetterthanTom’s？”saidMr。Shelby。
　　“Why，yes，sir，Imaysayso。Yousee，whenIanywayscan，Itakesaleetlecareabouttheonpleasantparts，likesellingyoungunsandthat，—getthegalsoutoftheway—outofsight，outofmind，youknow，—andwhenit’scleandone，andcan’tbehelped，theynaturallygetsusedtoit。’Tan’t，youknow，asifitwaswhitefolks，that’sbrought，upinthewayof’spectin’tokeeptheirchildrenandwives，andallthat。Niggers，youknow，that’sfetchedupproperly，ha’n’tnokindof’spectationsofnokind；soallthesethingscomeseasier。”
　　“I’mafraidminearenotproperlybroughtup，then，”saidMr。Shelby。
　　“S’posenot；youKentuckyfolksspileyourniggers。Youmeanwellby’em，but’tan’tnorealkindness，arterall。Now，anigger，yousee，what’sgottobehackedandtumbledroundtheworld，andsoldtoTom，andDick，andtheLordknowswho，’tan’tnokindnesstobegivin’onhimnotionsandexpectations，andbringin’onhimuptoowell，fortheroughandtumblecomesalltheharderonhimarter。Now，Iventuretosay，yourniggerswouldbequitechop-falleninaplacewheresomeofyourplantationniggerswouldbesingingandwhoopinglikeallpossessed。Everyman，youknow，Mr。Shelby，naturallythinkswellofhisownways；andIthinkItreatniggersjustaboutaswellasit’severworthwhiletotreat’em。”
　　“It’sahappythingtobesatisfied，”saidMr。Shelby，withaslightshrug，andsomeperceptiblefeelingsofadisagreeablenature。
　　“Well，”saidHaley，aftertheyhadbothsilentlypickedtheirnutsforaseason，“whatdoyousay？”
　　“I’llthinkthematterover，andtalkwithmywife，”saidMr。Shelby。“Meantime，Haley，ifyouwantthemattercarriedoninthequietwayyouspeakof，you’dbestnotletyourbusinessinthisneighborhoodbeknown。Itwillgetoutamongmyboys，anditwillnotbeaparticularlyquietbusinessgettingawayanyofmyfellows，iftheyknowit，I’llpromiseyou。”
　　“O！certainly，byallmeans，mum！ofcourse。ButI’lltellyou。I’minadevilofahurry，andshallwanttoknow，assoonaspossible，whatImaydependon，”saidhe，risingandputtingonhisovercoat。
　　“Well，callupthisevening，betweensixandseven，andyoushallhavemyanswer，”saidMr。Shelby，andthetraderbowedhimselfoutoftheapartment。
　　“I’dliketohavebeenabletokickthefellowdownthesteps，”saidhetohimself，ashesawthedoorfairlyclosed，“withhisimpudentassurance；butheknowshowmuchhehasmeatadvantage。IfanybodyhadeversaidtomethatIshouldsellTomdownsouthtooneofthoserascallytraders，Ishouldhavesaid，‘Isthyservantadog，thatheshoulddothisthing？’Andnowitmustcome，foraughtIsee。AndEliza’schild，too！IknowthatIshallhavesomefusswithwifeaboutthat；and，forthatmatter，aboutTom，too。Somuchforbeingindebt，—heigho！Thefellowseeshisadvantage，andmeanstopushit。”
　　PerhapsthemildestformofthesystemofslaveryistobeseenintheStateofKentucky。Thegeneralprevalenceofagriculturalpursuitsofaquietandgradualnature，notrequiringthoseperiodicseasonsofhurryandpressurethatarecalledforinthebusinessofmoresoutherndistricts，makesthetaskofthenegroamorehealthfulandreasonableone；whilethemaster，contentwithamoregradualstyleofacquisition，hasnotthosetemptationstohardheartednesswhichalwaysovercomefrailhumannaturewhentheprospectofsuddenandrapidgainisweighedinthebalance，withnoheaviercounterpoisethantheinterestsofthehelplessandunprotected。
　　Whoevervisitssomeestatesthere，andwitnessesthegood-humoredindulgenceofsomemastersandmistresses，andtheaffectionateloyaltyofsomeslaves，mightbetemptedtodreamtheoft-fabledpoeticlegendofapatriarchalinstitution，andallthat；butoverandabovethescenetherebroodsaportentousshadow—theshadowoflaw。Solongasthelawconsidersallthesehumanbeings，withbeatingheartsandlivingaffections，onlyassomanythingsbelongingtoamaster，—solongasthefailure，ormisfortune，orimprudence，ordeathofthekindestowner，maycausethemanydaytoexchangealifeofkindprotectionandindulgenceforoneofhopelessmiseryandtoil，—solongitisimpossibletomakeanythingbeautifulordesirableinthebestregulatedadministrationofslavery。
　　Mr。Shelbywasafairaveragekindofman，good-naturedandkindly，anddisposedtoeasyindulgenceofthosearoundhim，andtherehadneverbeenalackofanythingwhichmightcontributetothephysicalcomfortofthenegroesonhisestate。Hehad，however，speculatedlargelyandquiteloosely；hadinvolvedhimselfdeeply，andhisnotestoalargeamounthadcomeintothehandsofHaley；andthissmallpieceofinformationisthekeytotheprecedingconversation。
　　Now，ithadsohappenedthat，inapproachingthedoor，Elizahadcaughtenoughoftheconversationtoknowthatatraderwasmakingofferstohermasterforsomebody。
　　Shewouldgladlyhavestoppedatthedoortolisten，asshecameout；buthermistressjustthencalling，shewasobligedtohastenaway。
　　Stillshethoughtsheheardthetradermakeanofferforherboy；—couldshebemistaken？Herheartswelledandthrobbed，andsheinvoluntarilystrainedhimsotightthatthelittlefellowlookedupintoherfaceinastonishment。
　　“Eliza，girl，whatailsyoutoday？”saidhermistress，whenElizahadupsetthewash-pitcher，knockeddowntheworkstand，andfinallywasabstractedlyofferinghermistressalongnightgowninplaceofthesilkdressshehadorderedhertobringfromthewardrobe。
　　Elizastarted。“O，missis！”shesaid，raisinghereyes；then，burstingintotears，shesatdowninachair，andbegansobbing。
　　“Why，Elizachild，whatailsyou？”saidhermistress。
　　“O！missis，missis，”saidEliza，“there’sbeenatradertalkingwithmasterintheparlor！Iheardhim。”
　　“Well，sillychild，supposetherehas。”
　　“O，missis，doyousupposemas’rwouldsellmyHarry？”Andthepoorcreaturethrewherselfintoachair，andsobbedconvulsively。
　　“Sellhim！No，youfoolishgirl！Youknowyourmasterneverdealswiththosesoutherntraders，andnevermeanstosellanyofhisservants，aslongastheybehavewell。Why，yousillychild，whodoyouthinkwouldwanttobuyyourHarry？Doyouthinkalltheworldaresetonhimasyouare，yougoosie？Come，cheerup，andhookmydress。Therenow，putmybackhairupinthatprettybraidyoulearnttheotherday，anddon’tgolisteningatdoorsanymore。”
　　“Well，but，missis，youneverwouldgiveyourconsent—to—to—”
　　“Nonsense，child！tobesure，Ishouldn’t。Whatdoyoutalksofor？Iwouldassoonhaveoneofmyownchildrensold。Butreally，Eliza，youaregettingaltogethertooproudofthatlittlefellow。Amancan’tputhisnoseintothedoor，butyouthinkhemustbecomingtobuyhim。”
　　Reassuredbyhermistress’confidenttone，Elizaproceedednimblyandadroitlywithhertoilet，laughingatherownfears，assheproceeded。
　　Mrs。Shelbywasawomanofhighclass，bothintellectuallyandmorally。TothatnaturalmagnanimityandgenerosityofmindwhichoneoftenmarksascharacteristicofthewomenofKentucky，sheaddedhighmoralandreligioussensibilityandprinciple，carriedoutwithgreatenergyandabilityintopracticalresults。Herhusband，whomadenoprofessionstoanyparticularreligiouscharacter，neverthelessreverencedandrespectedtheconsistencyofhers，andstood，perhaps，alittleinaweofheropinion。Certainitwasthathegaveherunlimitedscopeinallherbenevolenteffortsforthecomfort，instruction，andimprovementofherservants，thoughhenevertookanydecidedpartinthemhimself。Infact，ifnotexactlyabelieverinthedoctrineoftheefficiencyoftheextragoodworksofsaints，hereallyseemedsomehoworothertofancythathiswifehadpietyandbenevolenceenoughfortwo—toindulgeashadowyexpectationofgettingintoheaventhroughhersuperabundanceofqualitiestowhichhemadenoparticularpretension。
　　Theheaviestloadonhismind，afterhisconversationwiththetrader，layintheforeseennecessityofbreakingtohiswifethearrangementcontemplated，—meetingtheimportunitiesandoppositionwhichheknewheshouldhavereasontoencounter。
　　Mrs。Shelby，beingentirelyignorantofherhusband’sembarrassments，andknowingonlythegeneralkindlinessofhistemper，hadbeenquitesincereintheentireincredulitywithwhichshehadmetEliza’ssuspicions。Infact，shedismissedthematterfromhermind，withoutasecondthought；andbeingoccupiedinpreparationsforaneveningvisit，itpassedoutofherthoughtsentirely。
　　1EnglishGrammar1795，byLindleyMurray1745-1826，themostauthoritativeAmericangrammarianofhisday。
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　　Elizahadbeenbroughtupbyhermistress，fromgirlhood，asapettedandindulgedfavorite。
　　Thetravellerinthesouthmustoftenhaveremarkedthatpeculiarairofrefinement，thatsoftnessofvoiceandmanner，whichseemsinmanycasestobeaparticulargifttothequadroonandmulattowomen。Thesenaturalgracesinthequadroonareoftenunitedwithbeautyofthemostdazzlingkind，andinalmosteverycasewithapersonalappearanceprepossessingandagreeable。Eliza，suchaswehavedescribedher，isnotafancysketch，buttakenfromremembrance，aswesawher，yearsago，inKentucky。Safeundertheprotectingcareofhermistress，Elizahadreachedmaturitywithoutthosetemptationswhichmakebeautysofatalaninheritancetoaslave。Shehadbeenmarriedtoabrightandtalentedyoungmulattoman，whowasaslaveonaneighboringestate，andborethenameofGeorgeHarris。
　　Thisyoungmanhadbeenhiredoutbyhismastertoworkinabaggingfactory，wherehisadroitnessandingenuitycausedhimtobeconsideredthefirsthandintheplace。Hehadinventedamachineforthecleaningofthehemp，which，consideringtheeducationandcircumstancesoftheinventor，displayedquiteasmuchmechanicalgeniusasWhitney’scotton-gin。1
　　Hewaspossessedofahandsomepersonandpleasingmanners，andwasageneralfavoriteinthefactory。Nevertheless，asthisyoungmanwasintheeyeofthelawnotaman，butathing，allthesesuperiorqualificationsweresubjecttothecontrolofavulgar，narrow-minded，tyrannicalmaster。Thissamegentleman，havingheardofthefameofGeorge’sinvention，tookarideovertothefactory，toseewhatthisintelligentchattelhadbeenabout。Hewasreceivedwithgreatenthusiasmbytheemployer，whocongratulatedhimonpossessingsovaluableaslave。
　　Hewaswaiteduponoverthefactory，shownthemachinerybyGeorge，who，inhighspirits，talkedsofluently，heldhimselfsoerect，lookedsohandsomeandmanly，thathismasterbegantofeelanuneasyconsciousnessofinferiority。Whatbusinesshadhisslavetobemarchingroundthecountry，inventingmachines，andholdinguphisheadamonggentlemen？He’dsoonputastoptoit。He’dtakehimback，andputhimtohoeinganddigging，and“seeifhe’dstepaboutsosmart。”Accordingly，themanufacturerandallhandsconcernedwereastoundedwhenhesuddenlydemandedGeorge’swages，andannouncedhisintentionoftakinghimhome。
　　“But，Mr。Harris，”remonstratedthemanufacturer，“isn’tthisrathersudden？”
　　“Whatifitis？—isn’tthemanmine？”
　　“Wewouldbewilling，sir，toincreasetherateofcompensation。”
　　“Noobjectatall，sir。Idon’tneedtohireanyofmyhandsout，unlessI’veamindto。”
　　“But，sir，heseemspeculiarlyadaptedtothisbusiness。”
　　“Daresayhemaybe；neverwasmuchadaptedtoanythingthatIsethimabout，I’llbebound。”
　　“Butonlythinkofhisinventingthismachine，”interposedoneoftheworkmen，ratherunluckily。
　　“Oyes！amachineforsavingwork，isit？He’dinventthat，I’llbebound；letaniggeraloneforthat，anytime。Theyarealllabor-savingmachinesthemselves，everyoneof’em。No，heshalltramp！”
　　Georgehadstoodlikeonetransfixed，athearinghisdoomthussuddenlypronouncedbyapowerthatheknewwasirresistible。Hefoldedhisarms，tightlypressedinhislips，butawholevolcanoofbitterfeelingsburnedinhisbosom，andsentstreamsoffirethroughhisveins。Hebreathedshort，andhislargedarkeyesflashedlikelivecoals；andhemighthavebrokenoutintosomedangerousebullition，hadnotthekindlymanufacturertouchedhimonthearm，andsaid，inalowtone，
　　“Giveway，George；gowithhimforthepresent。We’lltrytohelpyou，yet。”
　　Thetyrantobservedthewhisper，andconjectureditsimport，thoughhecouldnothearwhatwassaid；andheinwardlystrengthenedhimselfinhisdeterminationtokeepthepowerhepossessedoverhisvictim。
　　Georgewastakenhome，andputtothemeanestdrudgeryofthefarm。Hehadbeenabletorepresseverydisrespectfulword；buttheflashingeye，thegloomyandtroubledbrow，werepartofanaturallanguagethatcouldnotberepressed，—indubitablesigns，whichshowedtooplainlythatthemancouldnotbecomeathing。
　　ItwasduringthehappyperiodofhisemploymentinthefactorythatGeorgehadseenandmarriedhiswife。Duringthatperiod，—beingmuchtrustedandfavoredbyhisemployer，—hehadfreelibertytocomeandgoatdiscretion。ThemarriagewashighlyapprovedofbyMrs。Shelby，who，withalittlewomanlycomplacencyinmatch-making，feltpleasedtouniteherhandsomefavoritewithoneofherownclasswhoseemedineverywaysuitedtoher；andsotheyweremarriedinhermistress’greatparlor，andhermistressherselfadornedthebride’sbeautifulhairwithorange-blossoms，andthrewoveritthebridalveil，whichcertainlycouldscarcehaverestedonafairerhead；andtherewasnolackofwhitegloves，andcakeandwine，—ofadmiringgueststopraisethebride’sbeauty，andhermistress’indulgenceandliberality。ForayearortwoElizasawherhusbandfrequently，andtherewasnothingtointerrupttheirhappiness，exceptthelossoftwoinfantchildren，towhomshewaspassionatelyattached，andwhomshemournedwithagriefsointenseastocallforgentleremonstrancefromhermistress，whosought，withmaternalanxiety，todirecthernaturallypassionatefeelingswithintheboundsofreasonandreligion。
　　AfterthebirthoflittleHarry，however，shehadgraduallybecometranquillizedandsettled；andeverybleedingtieandthrobbingnerve，oncemoreentwinedwiththatlittlelife，seemedtobecomesoundandhealthful，andElizawasahappywomanuptothetimethatherhusbandwasrudelytornfromhiskindemployer，andbroughtundertheironswayofhislegalowner。
　　Themanufacturer，truetohisword，visitedMr。HarrisaweekortwoafterGeorgehadbeentakenaway，when，ashehoped，theheatoftheoccasionhadpassedaway，andtriedeverypossibleinducementtoleadhimtorestorehimtohisformeremployment。
　　“Youneedn’ttroubleyourselftotalkanylonger，”saidhe，doggedly；“Iknowmyownbusiness，sir。”
　　“Ididnotpresumetointerferewithit，sir。Ionlythoughtthatyoumightthinkitforyourinteresttoletyourmantousonthetermsproposed。”
　　“O，Iunderstandthematterwellenough。Isawyourwinkingandwhispering，thedayItookhimoutofthefactory；butyoudon’tcomeitovermethatway。It’safreecountry，sir；theman’smine，andIdowhatIpleasewithhim，—that’sit！”
　　AndsofellGeorge’slasthope；—nothingbeforehimbutalifeoftoilanddrudgery，renderedmorebitterbyeverylittlesmartingvexationandindignitywhichtyrannicalingenuitycoulddevise。
　　Averyhumanejuristoncesaid，Theworstuseyoucanputamantoistohanghim。No；thereisanotherusethatamancanbeputtothatisWORSE！
　　1AmachineofthisdescriptionwasreallytheinventionofayoungcoloredmaninKentucky。[Mrs。Stowe’snote。]
　　TheHusbandandFather
　　Mrs。Shelbyhadgoneonhervisit，andElizastoodintheverandah，ratherdejectedlylookingaftertheretreatingcarriage，whenahandwaslaidonhershoulder。Sheturned，andabrightsmilelightedupherfineeyes。
　　“George，isityou？Howyoufrightenedme！Well；Iamsogladyou’scome！Missisisgonetospendtheafternoon；socomeintomylittleroom，andwe’llhavethetimealltoourselves。”
　　Sayingthis，shedrewhimintoaneatlittleapartmentopeningontheverandah，whereshegenerallysatathersewing，withincallofhermistress。
　　“HowgladIam！—whydon’tyousmile？—andlookatHarry—howhegrows。”Theboystoodshylyregardinghisfatherthroughhiscurls，holdingclosetotheskirtsofhismother’sdress。“Isn’thebeautiful？”saidEliza，liftinghislongcurlsandkissinghim。
　　“Iwishhe’dneverbeenborn！”saidGeorge，bitterly。“IwishI’dneverbeenbornmyself！”
　　Surprisedandfrightened，Elizasatdown，leanedherheadonherhusband’sshoulder，andburstintotears。
　　“Therenow，Eliza，it’stoobadformetomakeyoufeelso，poorgirl！”saidhe，fondly；“it’stoobad:O，howIwishyouneverhadseenme—youmighthavebeenhappy！”
　　“George！George！howcanyoutalkso？Whatdreadfulthinghashappened，orisgoingtohappen？I’msurewe’vebeenveryhappy，tilllately。”
　　“Sowehave，dear，”saidGeorge。Thendrawinghischildonhisknee，hegazedintentlyonhisgloriousdarkeyes，andpassedhishandsthroughhislongcurls。
　　“Justlikeyou，Eliza；andyouarethehandsomestwomanIeversaw，andthebestoneIeverwishtosee；but，oh，IwishI’dneverseenyou，noryoume！”
　　“O，George，howcanyou！”
　　“Yes，Eliza，it’sallmisery，misery，misery！Mylifeisbitteraswormwood；theverylifeisburningoutofme。I’mapoor，miserable，forlorndrudge；Ishallonlydragyoudownwithme，that’sall。What’stheuseofourtryingtodoanything，tryingtoknowanything，tryingtobeanything？What’stheuseofliving？IwishIwasdead！”
　　“O，now，dearGeorge，thatisreallywicked！Iknowhowyoufeelaboutlosingyourplaceinthefactory，andyouhaveahardmaster；butpraybepatient，andperhapssomething—”
　　“Patient！”saidhe，interruptingher；“haven’tIbeenpatient？DidIsayawordwhenhecameandtookmeaway，fornoearthlyreason，fromtheplacewhereeverybodywaskindtome？I’dpaidhimtrulyeverycentofmyearnings，—andtheyallsayIworkedwell。”
　　“Well，itisdreadful，”saidEliza；“but，afterall，heisyourmaster，youknow。”
　　“Mymaster！andwhomadehimmymaster？That’swhatIthinkof—whatrighthashetome？I’mamanasmuchasheis。I’mabettermanthanheis。Iknowmoreaboutbusinessthanhedoes；Iamabettermanagerthanheis；Icanreadbetterthanhecan；Icanwriteabetterhand，—andI’velearneditallmyself，andnothankstohim，—I’velearneditinspiteofhim；andnowwhatrighthashetomakeadray-horseofme？—totakemefromthingsIcando，anddobetterthanhecan，andputmetoworkthatanyhorsecando？Hetriestodoit；hesayshe’llbringmedownandhumbleme，andheputsmetojustthehardest，meanestanddirtiestwork，onpurpose！”
　　“O，George！George！youfrightenme！Why，Ineverheardyoutalkso；I’mafraidyou’lldosomethingdreadful。Idon’twonderatyourfeelings，atall；butoh，dobecareful—do，do—formysake—forHarry’s！”
　　“Ihavebeencareful，andIhavebeenpatient，butit’sgrowingworseandworse；fleshandbloodcan’tbearitanylonger；—everychancehecangettoinsultandtormentme，hetakes。IthoughtIcoulddomyworkwell，andkeeponquiet，andhavesometimetoreadandlearnoutofworkhours；butthemoreheseeIcando，themoreheloadson。HesaysthatthoughIdon’tsayanything，heseesI’vegotthedevilinme，andhemeanstobringitout；andoneofthesedaysitwillcomeoutinawaythathewon’tlike，orI’mmistaken！”
　　“Odear！whatshallwedo？”saidEliza，mournfully。
　　“Itwasonlyyesterday，”saidGeorge，“asIwasbusyloadingstonesintoacart，thatyoungMas’rTomstoodthere，slashinghiswhipsonearthehorsethatthecreaturewasfrightened。Iaskedhimtostop，aspleasantasIcould，—hejustkeptrighton。Ibeggedhimagain，andthenheturnedonme，andbeganstrikingme。Iheldhishand，andthenhescreamedandkickedandrantohisfather，andtoldhimthatIwasfightinghim。Hecameinarage，andsaidhe’dteachmewhowasmymaster；andhetiedmetoatree，andcutswitchesforyoungmaster，andtoldhimthathemightwhipmetillhewastired；—andhediddoit！IfIdon’tmakehimrememberit，sometime！”andthebrowoftheyoungmangrewdark，andhiseyesburnedwithanexpressionthatmadehisyoungwifetremble。“Whomadethismanmymaster？That’swhatIwanttoknow！”hesaid。
　　“Well，”saidEliza，mournfully，“IalwaysthoughtthatImustobeymymasterandmistress，orIcouldn’tbeaChristian。”
　　“Thereissomesenseinit，inyourcase；theyhavebroughtyouuplikeachild，fedyou，clothedyou，indulgedyou，andtaughtyou，sothatyouhaveagoodeducation；thatissomereasonwhytheyshouldclaimyou。ButIhavebeenkickedandcuffedandswornat，andatthebestonlyletalone；andwhatdoIowe？I’vepaidforallmykeepingahundredtimesover。Iwon’tbearit。No，Iwon’t！”hesaid，clenchinghishandwithafiercefrown。
　　Elizatrembled，andwassilent。Shehadneverseenherhusbandinthismoodbefore；andhergentlesystemofethicsseemedtobendlikeareedinthesurgesofsuchpassions。
　　“YouknowpoorlittleCarlo，thatyougaveme，”addedGeorge；“thecreaturehasbeenaboutallthecomfortthatI’vehad。Hehassleptwithmenights，andfollowedmearounddays，andkindo’lookedatmeasifheunderstoodhowIfelt。Well，theotherdayIwasjustfeedinghimwithafewoldscrapsIpickedupbythekitchendoor，andMas’rcamealong，andsaidIwasfeedinghimupathisexpense，andthathecouldn’taffordtohaveeveryniggerkeepinghisdog，andorderedmetotieastonetohisneckandthrowhiminthepond。”
　　“O，George，youdidn’tdoit！”
　　“Doit？notI！—buthedid。Mas’randTompeltedthepoordrowningcreaturewithstones。Poorthing！helookedatmesomournful，asifhewonderedwhyIdidn’tsavehim。IhadtotakeafloggingbecauseIwouldn’tdoitmyself。Idon’tcare。Mas’rwillfindoutthatI’monethatwhippingwon’ttame。Mydaywillcomeyet，ifhedon’tlookout。”
　　“Whatareyougoingtodo？O，George，don’tdoanythingwicked；ifyouonlytrustinGod，andtrytodoright，he’lldeliveryou。”
　　“Ian’taChristianlikeyou，Eliza；myheart’sfullofbitterness；Ican’ttrustinGod。Whydoesheletthingsbeso？”
　　“O，George，wemusthavefaith。Mistresssaysthatwhenallthingsgowrongtous，wemustbelievethatGodisdoingtheverybest。”
　　“That’seasytosayforpeoplethataresittingontheirsofasandridingintheircarriages；butlet’embewhereIam，Iguessitwouldcomesomeharder。IwishIcouldbegood；butmyheartburns，andcan’tbereconciled，anyhow。Youcouldn’tinmyplace，—youcan’tnow，ifItellyouallI’vegottosay。Youdon’tknowthewholeyet。”
　　“Whatcanbecomingnow？”
　　“Well，latelyMas’rhasbeensayingthathewasafooltoletmemarryofftheplace；thathehatesMr。Shelbyandallhistribe，becausetheyareproud，andholdtheirheadsupabovehim，andthatI’vegotproudnotionsfromyou；andhesayshewon’tletmecomehereanymore，andthatIshalltakeawifeandsettledownonhisplace。Atfirstheonlyscoldedandgrumbledthesethings；butyesterdayhetoldmethatIshouldtakeMinaforawife，andsettledowninacabinwithher，orhewouldsellmedownriver。”
　　“Why—butyouweremarriedtome，bytheminister，asmuchasifyou’dbeenawhiteman！”saidEliza，simply。
　　“Don’tyouknowaslavecan’tbemarried？Thereisnolawinthiscountryforthat；Ican’tholdyouformywife，ifhechoosestopartus。That’swhyIwishI’dneverseenyou，—whyIwishI’dneverbeenborn；itwouldhavebeenbetterforusboth，—itwouldhavebeenbetterforthispoorchildifhehadneverbeenborn。Allthismayhappentohimyet！”
　　“O，butmasterissokind！”
　　“Yes，butwhoknows？—hemaydie—andthenhemaybesoldtonobodyknowswho。Whatpleasureisitthatheishandsome，andsmart，andbright？Itellyou，Eliza，thataswordwillpiercethroughyoursoulforeverygoodandpleasantthingyourchildisorhas；itwillmakehimworthtoomuchforyoutokeep。”
　　ThewordssmoteheavilyonEliza’sheart；thevisionofthetradercamebeforehereyes，and，asifsomeonehadstruckheradeadlyblow，sheturnedpaleandgaspedforbreath。Shelookednervouslyoutontheverandah，wheretheboy，tiredofthegraveconversation，hadretired，andwherehewasridingtriumphantlyupanddownonMr。Shelby’swalking-stick。Shewouldhavespokentotellherhusbandherfears，butcheckedherself。
　　“No，no，—hehasenoughtobear，poorfellow！”shethought。“No，Iwon’ttellhim；besides，itan’ttrue；Missisneverdeceivesus。”
　　“So，Eliza，mygirl，”saidthehusband，mournfully，“bearup，now；andgood-by，forI’mgoing。”
　　“Going，George！Goingwhere？”
　　“ToCanada，”saidhe，straighteninghimselfup；andwhenI’mthere，I’llbuyyou；that’sallthehopethat’sleftus。Youhaveakindmaster，thatwon’trefusetosellyou。I’llbuyyouandtheboy；—Godhelpingme，Iwill！”
　　“O，dreadful！ifyoushouldbetaken？”
　　“Iwon’tbetaken，Eliza；I’lldiefirst！I’llbefree，orI’lldie！”
　　“Youwon’tkillyourself！”
　　“Noneedofthat。Theywillkillme，fastenough；theyneverwillgetmedowntheriveralive！”
　　“O，George，formysake，dobecareful！Don’tdoanythingwicked；don’tlayhandsonyourself，oranybodyelse！Youaretemptedtoomuch—toomuch；butdon’t—goyoumust—butgocarefully，prudently；prayGodtohelpyou。”
　　“Well，then，Eliza，hearmyplan。Mas’rtookitintohisheadtosendmerightbyhere，withanotetoMr。Symmes，thatlivesamilepast。IbelieveheexpectedIshouldcomeheretotellyouwhatIhave。Itwouldpleasehim，ifhethoughtitwouldaggravate‘Shelby’sfolks，’ashecalls’em。I’mgoinghomequiteresigned，youunderstand，asifallwasover。I’vegotsomepreparationsmade，—andtherearethosethatwillhelpme；and，inthecourseofaweekorso，Ishallbeamongthemissing，someday。Prayforme，Eliza；perhapsthegoodLordwillhearyou。”
　　“O，prayyourself，George，andgotrustinginhim；thenyouwon’tdoanythingwicked。”
　　“Well，now，good-by，”saidGeorge，holdingEliza’shands，andgazingintohereyes，withoutmoving。Theystoodsilent；thentherewerelastwords，andsobs，andbitterweeping，—suchpartingasthosemaymakewhosehopetomeetagainisasthespider’sweb，—andthehusbandandwifewereparted。
　　AnEveninginUncleTom’sCabin
　　ThecabinofUncleTomwasasmalllogbuilding，closeadjoiningto“thehouse，”asthenegroparexcellencedesignateshismaster’sdwelling。Infrontithadaneatgarden-patch，where，everysummer，strawberries，raspberries，andavarietyoffruitsandvegetables，flourishedundercarefultending。Thewholefrontofitwascoveredbyalargescarletbignoniaandanativemultiflorarose，which，entwistingandinterlacing，leftscarceavestigeoftheroughlogstobeseen。Here，also，insummer，variousbrilliantannuals，suchasmarigolds，petunias，four-o’clocks，foundanindulgentcornerinwhichtounfoldtheirsplendors，andwerethedelightandprideofAuntChloe’sheart。
　　Letusenterthedwelling。Theeveningmealatthehouseisover，andAuntChloe，whopresidedoveritspreparationasheadcook，haslefttoinferiorofficersinthekitchenthebusinessofclearingawayandwashingdishes，andcomeoutintoherownsnugterritories，to“getheroleman’ssupper”；therefore，doubtnotthatitisheryouseebythefire，presidingwithanxiousinterestovercertainfrizzlingitemsinastew-pan，andanonwithgraveconsiderationliftingthecoverofabake-kettle，fromwhencesteamforthindubitableintimationsof“somethinggood。”Around，black，shiningfaceishers，soglossyastosuggesttheideathatshemighthavebeenwashedoverwithwhiteofeggs，likeoneofherowntearusks。Herwholeplumpcountenancebeamswithsatisfactionandcontentmentfromunderherwell-starchedcheckedturban，bearingonit，however，ifwemustconfessit，alittleofthattingeofself-consciousnesswhichbecomesthefirstcookoftheneighborhood，asAuntChloewasuniversallyheldandacknowledgedtobe。
　　Acookshecertainlywas，intheveryboneandcentreofhersoul。Notachickenorturkeyorduckinthebarn-yardbutlookedgravewhentheysawherapproaching，andseemedevidentlytobereflectingontheirlatterend；andcertainitwasthatshewasalwaysmeditatingontrussing，stuffingandroasting，toadegreethatwascalculatedtoinspireterrorinanyreflectingfowlliving。Hercorn-cake，inallitsvarietiesofhoe-cake，dodgers，muffins，andotherspeciestoonumeroustomention，wasasublimemysterytoalllesspractisedcompounders；andshewouldshakeherfatsideswithhonestprideandmerriment，asshewouldnarratethefruitlesseffortsthatoneandanotherofhercompeershadmadetoattaintoherelevation。
　　Thearrivalofcompanyatthehouse，thearrangingofdinnersandsuppers“instyle，”awokealltheenergiesofhersoul；andnosightwasmorewelcometoherthanapileoftravellingtrunkslaunchedontheverandah，forthensheforesawfresheffortsandfreshtriumphs。
　　Justatpresent，however，AuntChloeislookingintothebake-pan；inwhichcongenialoperationweshallleavehertillwefinishourpictureofthecottage。
　　Inonecornerofitstoodabed，coveredneatlywithasnowyspread；andbythesideofitwasapieceofcarpeting，ofsomeconsiderablesize。OnthispieceofcarpetingAuntChloetookherstand，asbeingdecidedlyintheupperwalksoflife；anditandthebedbywhichitlay，andthewholecorner，infact，weretreatedwithdistinguishedconsideration，andmade，sofaraspossible，sacredfromthemaraudinginroadsanddesecrationsoflittlefolks。Infact，thatcornerwasthedrawing-roomoftheestablishment。Intheothercornerwasabedofmuchhumblerpretensions，andevidentlydesignedforuse。Thewalloverthefireplacewasadornedwithsomeverybrilliantscripturalprints，andaportraitofGeneralWashington，drawnandcoloredinamannerwhichwouldcertainlyhaveastonishedthathero，ifeverhehappenedtomeetwithitslike。
　　Onaroughbenchinthecorner，acoupleofwoolly-headedboys，withglisteningblackeyesandfatshiningcheeks，werebusyinsuperintendingthefirstwalkingoperationsofthebaby，which，asisusuallythecase，consistedingettinguponitsfeet，balancingamoment，andthentumblingdown，—eachsuccessivefailurebeingviolentlycheered，assomethingdecidedlyclever。
　　Atable，somewhatrheumaticinitslimbs，wasdrawnoutinfrontofthefire，andcoveredwithacloth，displayingcupsandsaucersofadecidedlybrilliantpattern，withothersymptomsofanapproachingmeal。AtthistablewasseatedUncleTom，Mr。Shelby’sbesthand，who，asheistobetheheroofourstory，wemustdaguerreotypeforourreaders。Hewasalarge，broad-chested，powerfully-mademan，ofafullglossyblack，andafacewhosetrulyAfricanfeatureswerecharacterizedbyanexpressionofgraveandsteadygoodsense，unitedwithmuchkindlinessandbenevolence。Therewassomethingabouthiswholeairself-respectinganddignified，yetunitedwithaconfidingandhumblesimplicity。
　　Hewasverybusilyintentatthismomentonaslatelyingbeforehim，onwhichhewascarefullyandslowlyendeavoringtoaccomplishacopyofsomeletters，inwhichoperationhewasoverlookedbyyoungMas’rGeorge，asmart，brightboyofthirteen，whoappearedfullytorealizethedignityofhispositionasinstructor。
　　“Notthatway，UncleTom，—notthatway，”saidhe，briskly，asUncleTomlaboriouslybroughtupthetailofhisgthewrongsideout；“thatmakesaq，yousee。”
　　“Lasakes，now，doesit？”saidUncleTom，lookingwitharespectful，admiringair，ashisyoungteacherflourishinglyscrawledq’sandg’sinnumerableforhisedification；andthen，takingthepencilinhisbig，heavyfingers，hepatientlyrecommenced。
　　“Howeasywhitefolksal’usdoesthings！”saidAuntChloe，pausingwhileshewasgreasingagriddlewithascrapofbacononherfork，andregardingyoungMasterGeorgewithpride。“Thewayhecanwrite，now！andread，too！andthentocomeouthereeveningsandreadhislessonstous，—it’smightyinterestin’！”
　　“But，AuntChloe，I’mgettingmightyhungry，”saidGeorge。“Isn’tthatcakeintheskilletalmostdone？”
　　“Mosedone，Mas’rGeorge，”saidAuntChloe，liftingthelidandpeepingin，—“browningbeautiful—areallovelybrown。Ah！letmealonefordat。MissisletSallytrytomakesomecake，t’otherday，jestolarnher，shesaid。‘O，goway，Missis，’saidI；‘itreallyhurtsmyfeelin’s，now，toseegoodvittlesspiltdatarway！Cakerisalltooneside—noshapeatall；nomorethanmyshoe；goway！”
　　AndwiththisfinalexpressionofcontemptforSally’sgreenness，AuntChloewhippedthecoveroffthebake-kettle，anddisclosedtoviewaneatly-bakedpound-cake，ofwhichnocityconfectionerneedtohavebeenashamed。Thisbeingevidentlythecentralpointoftheentertainment，AuntChloebegannowtobustleaboutearnestlyinthesupperdepartment。
　　“Hereyou，MoseandPete！getoutdeway，youniggers！Getaway，Mericky，honey，—mammy’llgiveherbabysomefin，byandby。Now，Mas’rGeorge，youjesttakeoffdembooks，andsetdownnowwithmyoldman，andI’lltakeupdesausages，andhavedefirstgriddlefullofcakesonyourplatesinlessdannotime。”
　　“Theywantedmetocometosupperinthehouse，”saidGeorge；“butIknewwhatwaswhattoowellforthat，AuntChloe。”
　　“Soyoudid—soyoudid，honey，”saidAuntChloe，heapingthesmokingbatter-cakesonhisplate；“youknow’dyouroldaunty’dkeepthebestforyou。O，letyoualonefordat！Goway！”And，withthat，auntygaveGeorgeanudgewithherfinger，designedtobeimmenselyfacetious，andturnedagaintohergriddlewithgreatbriskness。
　　“Nowforthecake，”saidMas’rGeorge，whentheactivityofthegriddledepartmenthadsomewhatsubsided；and，withthat，theyoungsterflourishedalargeknifeoverthearticleinquestion。
　　“Lablessyou，Mas’rGeorge！”saidAuntChloe，withearnestness，catchinghisarm，“youwouldn’tbeforcuttin’itwiddatargreatheavyknife！Smashalldown—spilealldeprettyriseofit。Here，I’vegotathinoldknife，Ikeepssharpapurpose。Darnow，see！comesapartlightasafeather！Noweataway—youwon’tgetanythingtobeatdatar。”
　　“TomLinconsays，”saidGeorge，speakingwithhismouthfull，“thattheirJinnyisabettercookthanyou。”
　　“DemLinconsan’tmuchcount，noway！”saidAuntChloe，contemptuously；“Imean，setalongsideourfolks。They’s’spectablefolksenoughinakinderplainway；but，astogettin’upanythinginstyle，theydon’tbegintohaveanotionon’t。SetMas’rLincon，now，alongsideMas’rShelby！GoodLor！andMissisLincon，—canshekindersweepitintoaroomlikemymissis，—sokindersplendid，yerknow！O，goway！don’ttellmenothin’ofdemLincons！”—andAuntChloetossedherheadasonewhohopedshedidknowsomethingoftheworld。
　　“Well，though，I’veheardyousay，”saidGeorge，“thatJinnywasaprettyfaircook。”
　　“SoIdid，”saidAuntChloe，—“Imaysaydat。Good，plain，commoncookin’，Jinny’lldo；—makeagoodponeo’bread，—bilehertatersfar，—hercorncakesisn’textra，notextranow，Jinny’scorncakesisn’t，butthenthey’sfar，—but，Lor，cometodehigherbranches，andwhatcanshedo？Why，shemakespies—sartinshedoes；butwhatkindercrust？Canshemakeyourrealfleckypaste，asmeltsinyourmouth，andliesalluplikeapuff？Now，IwentovertharwhenMissMarywasgwinetobemarried，andJinnyshejestshowedmedeweddin’pies。JinnyandIisgoodfriends，yeknow。Ineversaidnothin’；butgo’long，Mas’rGeorge！Why，Ishouldn’tsleepawinkforaweek，ifIhadabatchofpieslikedemar。Why，deywan’tno’count’tall。”
　　“IsupposeJinnythoughttheywereeversonice，”saidGeorge。
　　“Thoughtso！—didn’tshe？Tharshewas，showingem，asinnocent—yesee，it’sjesthere，Jinnydon’tknow。Lor，thefamilyan’tnothing！Shecan’tbespectedtoknow！’Ta’ntnofaulto’hem。Ah，Mas’rGeorge，youdoesn’tknowhalf’yourprivilegesinyerfamilyandbringin’up！”HereAuntChloesighed，androlleduphereyeswithemotion。
　　“I’msure，AuntChloe，IunderstandImypieandpuddingprivileges，”saidGeorge。“AskTomLinconifIdon’tcrowoverhim，everytimeImeethim。”
　　AuntChloesatbackinherchair，andindulgedinaheartyguffawoflaughter，atthiswitticismofyoungMas’r’s，laughingtillthetearsrolleddownherblack，shiningcheeks，andvaryingtheexercisewithplayfullyslappingandpokingMas’rGeorgey，andtellinghimtogoway，andthathewasacase—thathewasfittokillher，andthathesartinwouldkillher，oneofthesedays；and，betweeneachofthesesanguinarypredictions，goingoffintoalaugh，eachlongerandstrongerthantheother，tillGeorgereallybegantothinkthathewasaverydangerouslywittyfellow，andthatitbecamehimtobecarefulhowhetalked“asfunnyashecould。”
　　“AndsoyetelledTom，didye？O，Lor！whatyoungunswillbeupter！YecrowedoverTom？O，Lor！Mas’rGeorge，ifyewouldn’tmakeahornbuglaugh！”
　　“Yes，”saidGeorge，“Isaystohim，‘Tom，yououghttoseesomeofAuntChloe’spies；they’retherightsort，’saysI。”
　　“Pity，now，Tomcouldn’t，”saidAuntChloe，onwhosebenevolenthearttheideaofTom’sbenightedconditionseemedtomakeastrongimpression。“Yeoughterjustaskhimheretodinner，someo’thesetimes，Mas’rGeorge，”sheadded；“itwouldlookquiteprettyofye。Yeknow，Mas’rGeorge，yeoughtenterfeel’bovenobody，on’countyerprivileges，’causeallourprivilegesisgi’ntous；weoughtal’aysto’memberthat，”saidAuntChloe，lookingquiteserious。
　　“Well，ImeantoaskTomhere，somedaynextweek，”saidGeorge；“andyoudoyourprettiest，AuntChloe，andwe’llmakehimstare。Won’twemakehimeatsohewon’tgetoveritforafortnight？”
　　“Yes，yes—sartin，”saidAuntChloe，delighted；
　　“you’llsee。Lor！tothinkofsomeofourdinners！YerminddatargreatchickenpieImadewhenweguvdedinnertoGeneralKnox？IandMissis，wecomeprettynearquarrellingaboutdatarcrust。Whatdoesgetintoladiessometimes，Idon’tknow；but，sometimes，whenabodyhasdeheaviestkindo’’sponsibilityon’em，asyemaysay，andisallkinder‘seris’andtakenup，deytakesdatartimetobehangin’roundandkinderinterferin’！Now，Missis，shewantedmetododisway，andshewantedmetododatway；and，finally，Igotkindersarcy，and，saysI，‘Now，Missis，dojistlookatdembeautifulwhitehandso’yournwithlongfingers，andallasparklingwithrings，likemywhitelilieswhendedew’son’em；andlookatmygreatblackstumpinhands。Now，don’tyethinkdatdeLordmusthavemeantmetomakedepie-crust，andyoutostayindeparlor？Dar！Iwasjistsosarcy，Mas’rGeorge。”
　　“Andwhatdidmothersay？”saidGeorge。
　　“Say？—why，shekinderlarfedinhereyes—demgreathandsomeeyeso’hern；and，saysshe，‘Well，AuntChloe，Ithinkyouareaboutintherighton’t，’saysshe；andshewentoffindeparlor。Sheoughtercrackedmeoverdeheadforbein’sosarcy；butdar’swhar’tis—Ican’tdonothin’withladiesindekitchen！”
　　“Well，youmadeoutwellwiththatdinner，—Iremembereverybodysaidso，”saidGeorge。
　　“Didn’tI？Andwan’tIbehinddedinin’-roomdoordatberyday？anddidn’tIseedeGeneralpasshisplatethreetimesforsomemoredatberypie？—and，sayshe，‘Youmusthaveanuncommoncook，Mrs。Shelby。’Lor！Iwasfittosplitmyself。
　　“AnddeGineral，heknowswhatcookin’is，”saidAuntChloe，drawingherselfupwithanair。“Beryniceman，deGineral！HecomesofoneofdeberyfustestfamiliesinOldVirginny！Heknowswhat’swhat，now，aswellasIdo—deGineral。Yesee，there’spintsinallpies，Mas’rGeorge；buttan’teverybodyknowswhattheyis，orasorterbe。ButtheGineral，heknows；Iknewbyhis’markshemade。Yes，heknowswhatdepintsis！”
　　Bythistime，MasterGeorgehadarrivedatthatpasstowhichevenaboycancomeunderuncommoncircumstances，whenhereallycouldnoteatanothermorsel，and，therefore，hewasatleisuretonoticethepileofwoollyheadsandglisteningeyeswhichwereregardingtheiroperationshungrilyfromtheoppositecorner。
　　“Here，youMose，Pete，”hesaid，breakingoffliberalbits，andthrowingitatthem；“youwantsome，don’tyou？Come，AuntChloe，bakethemsomecakes。”
　　AndGeorgeandTommovedtoacomfortableseatinthechimney-corner，whileAunteChloe，afterbakingagoodlypileofcakes，tookherbabyonherlap，andbeganalternatelyfillingitsmouthandherown，anddistributingtoMoseandPete，whoseemedrathertoprefereatingtheirsastheyrolledaboutonthefloorunderthetable，ticklingeachother，andoccasionallypullingthebaby’stoes。
　　“O！golong，willye？”saidthemother，givingnowandthenakick，inakindofgeneralway，underthetable，whenthemovementbecametooobstreperous。“Can’tyebedecentwhenwhitefolkscomestoseeye？Stopdatar，now，willye？Bettermindyerselves，orI’lltakeyedownabutton-holelower，whenMas’rGeorgeisgone！
　　Whatmeaningwascouchedunderthisterriblethreat，itisdifficulttosay；butcertainitisthatitsawfulindistinctnessseemedtoproduceverylittleimpressionontheyoungsinnersaddressed。
　　“La，now！”saidUncleTom，“theyaresofulloftickleallthewhile，theycan’tbehavetheirselves。”
　　Heretheboysemergedfromunderthetable，and，withhandsandfaceswellplasteredwithmolasses，beganavigorouskissingofthebaby。
　　“Getalongwidye！”saidthemother，pushingawaytheirwoollyheads。“Ye’llallsticktogether，andnevergetclar，ifyedodatfashion。Golongtodespringandwashyerselves！”shesaid，secondingherexhortationsbyaslap，whichresoundedveryformidably，butwhichseemedonlytoknockoutsomuchmorelaughfromtheyoungones，astheytumbledprecipitatelyovereachotheroutofdoors，wheretheyfairlyscreamedwithmerriment。
　　“Didyeeverseesuchaggravatingyounguns？”saidAuntChloe，rathercomplacently，as，producinganoldtowel，keptforsuchemergencies，shepouredalittlewateroutofthecrackedtea-potonit，andbeganrubbingoffthemolassesfromthebaby’sfaceandhands；and，havingpolishedhertillsheshone，shesetherdowninTom’slap，whileshebusiedherselfinclearingawaysupper。ThebabyemployedtheintervalsinpullingTom’snose，scratchinghisface，andburyingherfathandsinhiswoollyhair，whichlastoperationseemedtoaffordherspecialcontent。
　　“Aintsheapeartyoungun？”saidTom，holdingherfromhimtotakeafull-lengthview；then，gettingup，hesetheronhisbroadshoulder，andbegancaperinganddancingwithher，whileMas’rGeorgesnappedatherwithhispocket-handkerchief，andMoseandPete，nowreturnedagain，roaredafterherlikebears，tillAuntChloedeclaredthatthey“fairlytookherheadoff”withtheirnoise。As，accordingtoherownstatement，thissurgicaloperationwasamatterofdailyoccurrenceinthecabin，thedeclarationnowhitabatedthemerriment，tilleveryonehadroaredandtumbledanddancedthemselvesdowntoastateofcomposure。
　　“Well，now，Ihopesyou’redone，”saidAuntChloe，whohadbeenbusyinpullingoutarudeboxofatrundle-bed；“andnow，youMoseandyouPete，getintothar；forwe’sgoin’tohavethemeetin’。”
　　“Omother，wedon’twanter。Wewantstosituptomeetin’，—meetin’sissocuris。Welikes’em。”
　　“La，AuntChloe，shoveitunder，andlet’emsitup，”saidMas’rGeorge，decisively，givingapushtotherudemachine。
　　AuntChloe，havingthussavedappearances，seemedhighlydelightedtopushthethingunder，saying，asshedidso，“Well，mebbe’twilldo’emsomegood。”
　　Thehousenowresolveditselfintoacommitteeofthewhole，toconsidertheaccommodationsandarrangementsforthemeeting。
　　“Whatwe’stodoforcheers，now，IdeclarIdon’tknow，”saidAuntChloe。AsthemeetinghadbeenheldatUncleTom’sweekly，foranindefinitelengthoftime，withoutanymore“cheers，”thereseemedsomeencouragementtohopethatawaywouldbediscoveredatpresent。
　　“OldUnclePetersungbothdelegsoutofdatoldestcheer，lastweek，”suggestedMose。
　　“Yougolong！I’llboun’youpulled’emout；someo’yourshines，”saidAuntChloe。
　　“Well，it’llstand，ifitonlykeepsjamupagindewall！”saidMose。
　　“DenUnclePetermus’n’tsitinit，causeheal’ayshitcheswhenhegetsasinging。Hehitchedprettynighacrossderoom，t’othernight，”saidPete。
　　“GoodLor！gethiminit，then，”saidMose，“anddenhe’dbegin，‘Comesaints—andsinners，hearmetell，’anddendownhe’dgo，”—andMoseimitatedpreciselythenasaltonesoftheoldman，tumblingonthefloor，toillustratethesupposedcatastrophe。
　　“Comenow，bedecent，can’tye？”saidAuntChloe；“an’tyershamed？”
　　Mas’rGeorge，however，joinedtheoffenderinthelaugh，anddeclareddecidedlythatMosewasa“buster。”Sothematernaladmonitionseemedrathertofailofeffect。
　　“Well，oleman，”saidAuntChloe，“you’llhavetototeinthemarbar’ls。”
　　“Mother’sbar’lsislikedatarwidder’s，Mas’rGeorgewasreading’bout，indegoodbook，—deyneverfails，”saidMose，asidetoPeter。
　　“I’msureoneon’emcavedinlastweek，”saidPete，“andlet’emalldownindemiddleofdesingin’；datarwasfailin’，warntit？”
　　DuringthisasidebetweenMoseandPete，twoemptycaskshadbeenrolledintothecabin，andbeingsecuredfromrolling，bystonesoneachside，boardswerelaidacrossthem，whicharrangement，togetherwiththeturningdownofcertaintubsandpails，andthedisposingofthericketychairs，atlastcompletedthepreparation。
　　“Mas’rGeorgeissuchabeautifulreader，now，Iknowhe’llstaytoreadforus，”saidAuntChloe；“’pearslike’twillbesomuchmoreinterestin’。”
　　Georgeveryreadilyconsented，foryourboyisalwaysreadyforanythingthatmakeshimofimportance。
　　Theroomwassoonfilledwithamotleyassemblage，fromtheoldgray-headedpatriarchofeighty，totheyounggirlandladoffifteen。Alittleharmlessgossipensuedonvariousthemes，suchaswhereoldAuntSallygothernewredheadkerchief，andhow“MissiswasagoingtogiveLizzythatspottedmuslingown，whenshe’dgothernewberagemadeup；”andhowMas’rShelbywasthinkingofbuyinganewsorrelcolt，thatwasgoingtoproveanadditiontothegloriesoftheplace。Afewoftheworshippersbelongedtofamilieshardby，whohadgotpermissiontoattend，andwhobroughtinvariouschoicescrapsofinformation，aboutthesayingsanddoingsatthehouseandontheplace，whichcirculatedasfreelyasthesamesortofsmallchangedoesinhighercircles。
　　Afterawhilethesingingcommenced，totheevidentdelightofallpresent。Notevenallthedisadvantageofnasalintonationcouldpreventtheeffectofthenaturallyfinevoices，inairsatoncewildandspirited。Thewordsweresometimesthewell-knownandcommonhymnssunginthechurchesabout，andsometimesofawilder，moreindefinitecharacter，pickedupatcamp-meetings。
　　Thechorusofoneofthem，whichranasfollows，wassungwithgreatenergyandunction:
　　“Dieonthefieldofbattle，
　　Dieonthefieldofbattle，
　　Gloryinmysoul。”
　　Anotherspecialfavoritehadoftrepeatedthewords—
　　“O，I’mgoingtoglory，—won’tyoucomealongwithme？
　　Don’tyouseetheangelsbeck’ning，andacallingmeaway？
　　Don’tyouseethegoldencityandtheeverlastingday？”
　　Therewereothers，whichmadeincessantmentionof“Jordan’sbanks，”and“Canaan’sfields，”andthe“NewJerusalem；”forthenegromind，impassionedandimaginative，alwaysattachesitselftohymnsandexpressionsofavividandpictorialnature；and，astheysung，somelaughed，andsomecried，andsomeclappedhands，orshookhandsrejoicinglywitheachother，asiftheyhadfairlygainedtheothersideoftheriver。
　　Variousexhortations，orrelationsofexperience，followed，andintermingledwiththesinging。Oneoldgray-headedwoman，longpastwork，butmuchreveredasasortofchronicleofthepast，rose，andleaningonherstaff，said—“Well，chil’en！Well，I’mmightygladtohearyeallandseeyealloncemore，’causeIdon’tknowwhenI’llbegonetoglory；butI’vedonegotready，chil’en；’pearslikeI’dgotmylittlebundlealltiedup，andmybonneton，jestawaitin’forthestagetocomealongandtakemehome；sometimes，inthenight，IthinkIhearthewheelsarattlin’，andI’mlookin’outallthetime；now，youjestbereadytoo，forItellyeall，chil’en，”shesaidstrikingherstaffhardonthefloor，“datargloryisamightything！It’samightything，chil’en，—youdon’nonothingaboutit，—it’swonderful。”Andtheoldcreaturesatdown，withstreamingtears，aswhollyovercome，whilethewholecirclestruckup—
　　“OCanaan，brightCanaan
　　I’mboundforthelandofCanaan。”
　　Mas’rGeorge，byrequest，readthelastchaptersofRevelation，ofteninterruptedbysuchexclamationsas“Thesakesnow！”“Onlyhearthat！”“Jestthinkon’t！”“Isallthatacomin’sureenough？”
　　George，whowasabrightboy，andwelltrainedinreligiousthingsbyhismother，findinghimselfanobjectofgeneraladmiration，threwinexpositionsofhisown，fromtimetotime，withacommendableseriousnessandgravity，forwhichhewasadmiredbytheyoungandblessedbytheold；anditwasagreed，onallhands，that“aministercouldn’tlayitoffbetterthanhedid；that“’twasreely’mazin’！”
　　UncleTomwasasortofpatriarchinreligiousmatters，intheneighborhood。Having，naturally，anorganizationinwhichthemoralewasstronglypredominant，togetherwithagreaterbreadthandcultivationofmindthanobtainedamonghiscompanions，hewaslookeduptowithgreatrespect，asasortofministeramongthem；andthesimple，hearty，sincerestyleofhisexhortationsmighthaveedifiedevenbettereducatedpersons。Butitwasinprayerthatheespeciallyexcelled。Nothingcouldexceedthetouchingsimplicity，thechildlikeearnestness，ofhisprayer，enrichedwiththelanguageofScripture，whichseemedsoentirelytohavewroughtitselfintohisbeing，astohavebecomeapartofhimself，andtodropfromhislipsunconsciously；inthelanguageofapiousoldnegro，he“prayedrightup。”Andsomuchdidhisprayeralwaysworkonthedevotionalfeelingsofhisaudiences，thatthereseemedoftenadangerthatitwouldbelostaltogetherintheabundanceoftheresponseswhichbrokeouteverywherearoundhim。
　　Whilethisscenewaspassinginthecabinoftheman，onequiteotherwisepassedinthehallsofthemaster。
　　ThetraderandMr。Shelbywereseatedtogetherinthediningroomafore-named，atatablecoveredwithpapersandwritingutensils。
　　Mr。Shelbywasbusyincountingsomebundlesofbills，which，astheywerecounted，hepushedovertothetrader，whocountedthemlikewise。
　　“Allfair，”saidthetrader；“andnowforsigningtheseyer。”
　　Mr。Shelbyhastilydrewthebillsofsaletowardshim，andsignedthem，likeamanthathurriesoversomedisagreeablebusiness，andthenpushedthemoverwiththemoney。Haleyproduced，fromawell-wornvalise，aparchment，which，afterlookingoveritamoment，hehandedtoMr。Shelby，whotookitwithagestureofsuppressedeagerness。
　　“Wal，now，thething’sdone！”saidthetrader，gettingup。
　　“It’sdone！”saidMr。Shelby，inamusingtone；and，fetchingalongbreath，herepeated，“It’sdone！”
　　“Yerdon’tseemtofeelmuchpleasedwithit，’pearstome，”saidthetrader。
　　“Haley，”saidMr。Shelby，“Ihopeyou’llrememberthatyoupromised，onyourhonor，youwouldn’tsellTom，withoutknowingwhatsortofhandshe’sgoinginto。”
　　“Why，you’vejustdoneitsir，”saidthetrader。
　　“Circumstances，youwellknow，obligedme，”saidShelby，haughtily。
　　“Wal，youknow，theymay’bligeme，too，”saidthetrader。“Howsomever，I’lldotheverybestIcaningettin’Tomagoodberth；astomytreatin’onhimbad，youneedn’tbeagrainafeard。Ifthere’sanythingthatIthanktheLordfor，itisthatI’mnevernowayscruel。”
　　Aftertheexpositionswhichthetraderhadpreviouslygivenofhishumaneprinciples，Mr。Shelbydidnotfeelparticularlyreassuredbythesedeclarations；but，astheywerethebestcomfortthecaseadmittedof，heallowedthetradertodepartinsilence，andbetookhimselftoasolitarycigar。