UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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respondents in Sandusky țhat 'watch the boats<br />
for us. I don't care if I tell,now. I hope they<br />
will get away, justto the cursed<br />
spiteMarks,"<br />
puppy ! "<br />
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believe,"<br />
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saucy."<br />
GeorgesuVed sadly, and made no answer. acter."<br />
Eliza turned to the glass, and the scissors glittered<br />
as one longlock afteranother was detached<br />
from her head.<br />
him !"<br />
"<br />
There, now, that 11do," she said,takingup<br />
a hair-brush<br />
"<br />
; now for a few fancy touches."<br />
"<br />
There, an' t I i prettyyoung<br />
fellow ?" she<br />
said,turningaround to her husband,laughing and<br />
blushing at the same time.<br />
"You always will be pretty, do what you<br />
will,"said George.<br />
so sober?" said Eliza,<br />
"<br />
What does make<br />
characteristic composure.<br />
kneeling one you and layingher hand on his-<br />
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We are onlywithin twenty-four hours of Canada,<br />
lain three weeks they say. Only a day and a nighton the<br />
sick with a rheumatic lake,and then " then !<br />
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"<br />
0, Eliza !" said George,drawingher towards<br />
him ;<br />
"<br />
that is it ! Now<br />
my fate is all narrowing<br />
down to a point. To come so near, to be almost<br />
in sight, and then lose all. I should never live<br />
selves under it,Eliza."<br />
more happily in trappingbears,wolves,<br />
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Don't fear,"said his wife,hopefully. " The<br />
other ii_habitants of the forest, in which he good Lord would not have brought us so far, if<br />
of the Quakers. "<br />
he didn't mean to carry<br />
us through. I seem to<br />
Nice feel him with us, George."<br />
"You are a blessed woman, Eliza!" said<br />
George,clasping her with a convulsive grasp-<br />
"<br />
But, tell me! can this greatmercy be<br />
the tallest kind o' broth for us? Will these years<br />
and years of misery<br />
knieknacks."<br />
come to an end ? we be free ?"<br />
"<br />
I am sure of it,George,"said Eliza,looking<br />
it was thought upward, while tears of hope and enthusiasm<br />
shone on her long, dark lashes. "<br />
I feel it in<br />
was forwarded separately ; and a night or me, that God is going to bring us out<br />
this very day."<br />
of bondage,<br />
into Sandusky,and lodged<br />
"<br />
I will believe you, Eliza,"said George,rising<br />
roof,preparatory takingsuddenlyup.<br />
"<br />
I will come, let 's be<br />
off. Well, indeed,"said he, holdingher off at<br />
arm's length, and lookingadmiringly at her,<br />
star of liberty fairbefore them. Liberty! you are a pretty little fellow. That crop of<br />
"<br />
word ! What is it? Is there anythinglittle,<br />
short curls,is quitebecoming. Put on<br />
rhetorical flourish ? your cap. So littleto one side. I never saw<br />
you look quite so pretty.But, it 's almost time<br />
for the carriage ; wonder if Mrs Smyth has<br />
bled,and<br />
your<br />
braver mothers were willing<br />
got Harry rigged ?' '<br />
that their noblest and best should die ?<br />
The door opened,and a respectable, middleaged<br />
woman entered,leading littleHarry,dressed<br />
and dear for a in girl's clothes.<br />
"What a prettygirl he makes said Eliza,<br />
!"<br />
turning him round. "<br />
We call him Harriet,<br />
you see ; the name come nicely ?"<br />
The child stood<br />
gravely regarding his mother in<br />
her new and strangeattire,observing a profound<br />
silence, and occasionally drawingdeepsighs,and<br />
freedom was the rightof a nation to be a peepingat her from under his dark curls.<br />
"Does Harry know mamma?" said Eliza,<br />
to call the wife stretching her hands toward him.<br />
her from The child clungshylyto the woman.<br />
and educate<br />
try to coax him,<br />
"<br />
Come, Eliza,why do you<br />
when you know that he has got to be keptaway<br />
from you?"<br />
"I know it's foolish,"said Eliza; "yet I<br />
rolling and seething George'scan't bear to have him turn away from me. But<br />
leaninghis head on come, 's my<br />
cloak ? how is it<br />
Here,"<br />
men put<br />
on cloaks,George?"<br />
"<br />
You must wear her so," it said husband,<br />
attire, in which it was deemed safestshe throwingit over his shoulders.<br />
"So, then," said Eliza,imitating motion,<br />
"<br />
and I must stamp, and take longsteps, and<br />
try to look<br />
it 's almost a<br />
"<br />
Don't exert yourself," said George. " There<br />
is,now and then,a modest young<br />
man ; and 1<br />
pity it "s all gotto come off!" think itwould be easierfor you to act that char<br />
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Thomas," said Dorcas.<br />
"<br />
I tell you, granny,<br />
if you bottlea fellow up<br />
too tight, I shall split," said Tom. "<br />
But about<br />
the tell 'em to dress her gal," up<br />
some way,<br />
bo 's to alter her. Her description 's out in<br />
Sandusky."<br />
"<br />
We will attend to that matter," said Dorcas,<br />
with<br />
As we at this place take leave of Tom Loker,<br />
we may as well say, that,having<br />
at the Quaker dwelling,<br />
fever,which set in,in company with his other<br />
afflictions.Tom arose from his bod a somewhat<br />
gadder and wiser man ; and, in place of slavecatching,<br />
betook himself to life in one of the new<br />
settlements, where his talents developedthem-<br />
and<br />
made himself quitea name in the land. Tom<br />
alwaysspokereverently<br />
people,"he would say ; " wanted to convert me,<br />
but could n't come it,exactlyḄut, tell ye what,<br />
stranger,they do fix up a sick fellow first rate,"<br />
no mistake. Make jis<br />
and<br />
As Tom had informed them that their party<br />
would be looked for in Sandusky,<br />
pruden to divide them. Jim,with his old mother,<br />
two after,George and Eliza,with their child,<br />
were driven privately<br />
beneath a hospitable<br />
their passage on the lake.<br />
Their night was now far spent, and the morning<br />
more in it than a name<br />
"<br />
Why, men and women of America, does your<br />
heart's blood thrill at that word,for which your<br />
fathers<br />
Is there anything in it glorious and dear for a<br />
nation țhat is not also glorious<br />
man 1 What is freedom to a nation,but freedom<br />
to the individuals'in it? What is freedom to<br />
that young man, who sits there,with his arms<br />
folded over his broad chest,the tint of African<br />
blood in his cheek, its dark fires in his eye,<br />
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what is freedom to GeorgeHarris ? To your fathers,<br />
nation. To him, it is the rightof a man to be a<br />
man, and not a brute ; the righ<br />
of his bosom his wife,and to protect<br />
lawless violence ; the righ to protect<br />
his child ; the righ to have a home of his own,<br />
a religion of his own, a character of his own,<br />
nnsubjectto the,will of another. All these<br />
thoughtswere<br />
breast,as he was pensively<br />
his hand, watchinghis wife,as she was adapting<br />
to her slender and prettyform the articlesof<br />
man's<br />
should make her escape.<br />
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Now for it,"said she,as she stood before the<br />
glass, and shook down her silkyabundance of<br />
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black,curlyhair. I say, George,<br />
pity, is n't it,"she said,as she held up some of<br />
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It,playfully,