Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition eBook

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Very gently Rachel laid her down on the bed.  Eliza slept as she had not slept since the dreadful night when she had taken her boy and run away through the cold, dark night.

She dreamed of a beautiful country—­a land, it seemed to her, of rest—­green shores, pleasant islands, and lovely glittering water.  There in a house, which kind voices told her was her home, she saw Harry playing happily.  She heard her husband’s footstep.  She felt him coming nearer.  His arms were around her, his tears falling upon her face, and she awoke.

It was no dream.  The sun had set, the candles were lit.  Harry was sleeping by her side, and George, her husband, was holding her in his arms.

CHAPTER IX

UNCLE TOM’S NEW HOME

Uncle Tom soon settled down in his new home.  He was as happy as he could be, so far away from his wife and dear little children.  He had a kind master.

Mrs. St. Clare, however, was not nearly so nice as her husband.  She was cruel, and would often have beaten her poor slaves, but Mr. St. Clare would not allow it.

She always pretended that she was very ill, and spent most of her time lying on a sofa, or driving about in her comfortable carriage.

Mrs. St. Clare said she really was too ill to look after the house, so everything was left to the slaves.  Soon things began to be very uncomfortable, and even good-natured Mr. St. Clare could stand it no longer.

He went to his cousin, Miss Ophelia St. Clare, and begged her to come and keep house for him, and to look after Eva.  It was on the journey back with her that the accident to Eva happened, which ended in his buying Tom.

Miss Ophelia was a very prim and precise person, not at all like the St. Clares.  In her home people did not have slaves.  Though her cousin had a great many, and was kind to them, she could not help seeing that it was a very wicked thing to buy and sell men and women as if they were cattle.  She was very, very sorry for the poor slaves, and would have liked to free them all.  Yet she did not love them.  She could not bear even to have them near her, nor to touch them, just because they were black.

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It made her quite ill to see Eva kissing and hugging the black slave women when she came home.

‘Well, I couldn’t do that,’ she said.

‘Why not?’ said Mr. St. Clare, who was looking on.

’Well, I want to be kind to every one.  I wouldn’t have anybody hurt.  But, as to kissing niggers—­’ she gave a little shudder.  ‘How can she?’

Presently a gay laugh sounded from the court.  Mr. St. Clare stepped out to see what was happening.

‘What is it?’ said Miss Ophelia, following him.

There sat Tom on a little mossy seat in the court.  Every one of his buttonholes was stuck full of flowers.  Eva, laughing gaily, was hanging a wreath of roses round his neck.  Then, still laughing, she perched on his knee like a little sparrow.

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