Uncle Tom's Cabin eBook

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“I didn’t mean to get well, and hoped I shouldn’t; but, in spite of me the fever went off and I grew healthy, and finally got up.  Then, they made me dress up, every day; and gentlemen used to come in and stand and smoke their cigars, and look at me, and ask questions, and debate my price.  I was so gloomy and silent, that none of them wanted me.  They threatened to whip me, if I wasn’t gayer, and didn’t take some pains to make myself agreeable.  At length, one day, came a gentleman named Stuart.  He seemed to have some feeling for me; he saw that something dreadful was on my heart, and he came to see me alone, a great many times, and finally persuaded me to tell him.  He bought me, at last, and promised to do all he could to find and buy back my children.  He went to the hotel where my Henry was; they told him he had been sold to a planter up on Pearl river; that was the last that I ever heard.  Then he found where my daughter was; an old woman was keeping her.  He offered an immense sum for her, but they would not sell her.  Butler found out that it was for me he wanted her; and he sent me word that I should never have her.  Captain Stuart was very kind to me; he had a splendid plantation, and took me to it.  In the course of a year, I had a son born.  O, that child!—­how I loved it!  How just like my poor Henry the little thing looked!  But I had made up my mind,—­yes, I had.  I would never again let a child live to grow up!  I took the little fellow in my arms, when he was two weeks old, and kissed him, and cried over him; and then I gave him laudanum, and held him close to my bosom, while he slept to death.  How I mourned and cried over it! and who ever dreamed that it was anything but a mistake, that had made me give it the laudanum? but it’s one of the few things that I’m glad of, now.  I am not sorry, to this day; he, at least, is out of pain.  What better than death could I give him, poor child!  After a while, the cholera came, and Captain Stuart died; everybody died that wanted to live,—­and I,—­I, though I went down to death’s door,—­I lived! Then I was sold, and passed from hand to hand, till I grew faded and wrinkled, and I had a fever; and then this wretch bought me, and brought me here,—­and here I am!”

The woman stopped.  She had hurried on through her story, with a wild, passionate utterance; sometimes seeming to address it to Tom, and sometimes speaking as in a soliloquy.  So vehement and overpowering was the force with which she spoke, that, for a season, Tom was beguiled even from the pain of his wounds, and, raising himself on one elbow, watched her as she paced restlessly up and down, her long black hair swaying heavily about her, as she moved.

“You tell me,” she said, after a pause, “that there is a God,—­a God that looks down and sees all these things.  May be it’s so.  The sisters in the convent used to tell me of a day of judgment, when everything is coming to light;—­won’t there be vengeance, then!

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