UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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this<br />
and<br />
who<br />
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and<br />
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his<br />
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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 147<br />
bad been endowed from above,he longed to pour moon fe'Jl upon Cassy'slarge,black eyes, that<br />
out something for the reliefof their woes. It is there was a wild and peculiarglare in them,<br />
true, opportunities were scanty; but, on the way unlike their wonted fixed despair.<br />
to the fields, and back again, and during the "Come here, Father Tom," she said,laying<br />
hours of labor,chances fellin his way of extending<br />
her small hand on his wrist,and drawing him<br />
a helping-hand to the weary,<br />
the disheartened forward with a force as if the hand were of steel ;<br />
and discouraged. The<br />
"<br />
poor, worn-down,brutalized<br />
come I 've here," news for you."<br />
creatures, at first, "<br />
could scarce comprehend What, Misse Cassy?" said Tom, anxiously.<br />
"<br />
this ; but,when it was continued week after week, Tom, would n't you like your liberty?"<br />
"<br />
and month after month, it began to awaken long-<br />
I shall have it,Misse, in God's time,"said<br />
silent chords in their benumbed hearts. Gradually<br />
Tom.<br />
"<br />
and imperceptibly the strange,silent, patient<br />
Ay, but you may have it to-night," said<br />
man, who was ready to bear every one's Cassy, with a flashof sudden energy. "Come on!"<br />
stood Tom hesitated.<br />
burden, and soughthelp from none,<br />
"<br />
aside for all,and came last,and took least,yet<br />
was foremost to share his littleall with any who<br />
who filled the baskets of the weaker ones in the<br />
field,at the terrible risk of comingshort in his<br />
"<br />
"own measure, with<br />
"<br />
not permitit,and more than once broke up such<br />
attempts, with oaths and brutal execrations,<br />
so that the blessed news had to circulate from<br />
individual to individual. Yet who can speak the<br />
more a native element in this race than any other ;<br />
and it has often been found among them, that a<br />
stray seed of truth, borne on some breeze of accident<br />
? I 'm called<br />
into hearts the most ignorant, has sprung on ; they call me ! His time 's come, and I '11<br />
up into fruit,whose abundance has shamed that \have his heart's blood !'"<br />
of higherand more skilful culture.<br />
j " No, no, no !" said Tom, holdingher small<br />
The poor mulatto woman, whose simple faitlihad hands,which were clenched with spasmodicviolence.<br />
been<br />
"<br />
well-nighcrushed and overwhelmed,by the<br />
No, ye poor, lost soul,that ye mustn't<br />
avalanche of cruelty and wrong which had fallen do. The dear,blessed Lord never shed no blood<br />
upon her,felt her soul raised up by the hymns and \but his own, and that liepouredout for us when<br />
passages of HolyWrit, which<br />
breathed into her ear in intervals, as<br />
this lowlymissionary we was enemies. Lord,help us to follow his steps.<br />
they were<br />
soul an hour of retribution, when her hand should<br />
avenge on her oppressor all the injustice and<br />
cruelty to which she had oeen witness,or which<br />
sJichad in her own person suffered.<br />
"Come!" said she,in a whisper,fixing her<br />
black eyes on him. "Come along! He's<br />
" "<br />
needed," the man who, in cold nights, would asleep" sound. I put enough into his brandy to<br />
giveup<br />
his tattered blanket to add to the comfort keep him so. I wish I 'd had more, should n't<br />
of some woman who shivered with sickness, have wanted you. But come, the back door is<br />
unlocked ; there 's an axe there,<br />
put it there<br />
room door is open ; I '11show you 'the way.<br />
who, though pur-sued I 'd a done it myself,onlymy<br />
arms are so weak.<br />
unrelenting crueltyby their common tyrant, never Come along !"<br />
joinedin uttering a word of reviling or cursing, "Not for ten thousand worlds,Misse!" said<br />
man, at last,began to have a strangeTom, firmly,stopping and holding her back,as<br />
power over them ; and,when the more pressingshe was pressing forward.<br />
season was<br />
past, and they were allowed "<br />
again But think of all these poor creatures," said<br />
their Sundays for their own use, many would Cassy. " We might set them all free,and go<br />
gathertogether to hear from him of Jesus. They somewhere in the swamps, and find an island,<br />
would gladly have met to hear, and pray, and and live by ourselves ; I 've heard of its being<br />
sing, some place,together; but Legree would done. Any lifeis better than this."<br />
"No!" said Tom, firmly."No! good never<br />
comes of wickedness. I 'd sooner chop my right<br />
hand<br />
off!"<br />
"<br />
Then /shall do it,"Naid Cassy,turning.<br />
simplejoy with which some of those poor outcasts,<br />
"0, Misse Cassy!" said Tom, throwing himself<br />
to whom life was a joyless journey to a dark before her, " for the dear Lord's sake that<br />
unknown, heard of a compassionate Redeemer<br />
and a heavenlyhome? It is the statement of devil țhat way ! Nothingbut evilwill come of<br />
missionaries, that,of all races of the earth,none it. The Lord has n't called us to wrath. We<br />
have received the Gospel with such eager docility must suffer,and wait his time."<br />
"<br />
as the African. The principle of reliance and Wait !" said Cassy. " Have n't I waited? "<br />
unquestioning faith,which is its foundation,is waited till my head is dizi;y and my heart sick?<br />
died for ye, don't sell your precious soul to tho<br />
What has he made me suffer? What has he<br />
j<br />
; made hundreds of poor creatures suffer? Isn't he<br />
wringing the life-bloodout of you<br />
love our enemies ! ' '<br />
goingto and returningfrom work ; and even the "Love!" said Cassy, with a fierce glare;<br />
half-crazed and wanderingmind of Cassy was I " love such enemies ! It is n't in flesh and blood."<br />
soothed and "<br />
calmed by his simpleand unobtrusive No, Misse, itisn't,"said Tom, lookingup ;<br />
influences.<br />
j " but He givesit to us, and that 's the victory.<br />
Stung to madness and despairby the crushingWhen we can love and pray over all and throu;;:<br />
agonies of a life,Cassyhad often resolved in her !all,the battle 's past, and the victory 's "<br />
come,<br />
"<br />
.<br />
jglory be to God!" And, with streamingeyes<br />
and chokingvoice,the black man looked up tw<br />
heaven.<br />
And this,0 Africa ! latestcalled of nations<br />
One night, after all in Tom's cabin were sunk called to the crown of thorns țhe scourge, the<br />
in sleep,he was suddenlyaroused by seeing her bloodysweat, the cross of agony,<br />
is to be<br />
face at the hole between the logs' that served 'thy victory; by this shalt thou reign with<br />
for a window. She made a silent gesturefor him<br />
I Christ when his kingdomshall come on earth !<br />
to come out.<br />
The deep fervor of'Tom's feelings, the softness<br />
Tom came out the door. It was between one of his voice,his tears,fell like dew on the wild,<br />
and two o'clock at "<br />
night, broad,calm, still Iunsettled spirit of the poor<br />
woman. A softness<br />
moonlight. Tom remarked, as the lightof the<br />
jgathered over the birid fires of her eye ; gtw"