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"<br />

thisis<br />

PART<br />

I<br />

CHAPTER I.<br />

CHAPTER<br />

II.<br />

At differenttimes,doubt has been expressed<br />

whether the representations of<br />

"<br />

"<br />

In the very<br />

firstchapter of the book we<br />

"Uncle Tom's Cabin" are a fair representation<br />

encounter the characterof the negro-trader,<br />

of slaveryas it at present exists. Mr. Haley. His name stands at the head<br />

This work,more, perhaps țhan any other of this chapteras the representative of all<br />

work of fiction that ever was written, the different characters introduced in the<br />

has been a collection and arrangement of work which exhibit the traderțhe kidnapper,<br />

real incidents, of actions reallyperformed,<br />

the negro-catcher, the negro-whipper,<br />

of words and expressions reallyand<br />

all the other inevitable auxiliariesand<br />

uttered, groupedtogether with reference indispensable appendages of Avhat is often<br />

to a generalresult, in the same manner called the " divinely-instituted relation "<br />

that the mosaic artist groups his fragmentsof slavery.The author's first personal<br />

of various stones into one generalpicture. observationof thisclassof beingswas somewhat<br />

His is a mosaic of gems,<br />

a mosaic<br />

a3 follows :<br />

of facts.<br />

Several years ago, while one morning<br />

Artistically considered, it might not be employed in the duties of the nursery, a<br />

best to point out in which quarry<br />

and from colored woman was announced. She was<br />

which regioneach fragment of the mosaic ushered into the nursery,<br />

and the author<br />

picture had its origin; and it is equallyunartisticto<br />

thought, on first survey, that a more surly,<br />

disentangle the glittering web of unpromising face she had never seen. The<br />

fiction, and show out of what real warp and woman was thoroughlyblack,thick-set,<br />

woof it is woven, and with what real coloring<br />

dyed. But the book had a<br />

purpose entirely<br />

the artistic one, and<br />

; and<br />

therefore as a realityit may be proper<br />

that it should be defended.<br />

The<br />

thatthe book is<br />

when smiled upon,<br />

nor utter any pleasant<br />

writer acknowledges<br />

remark in replyto such as were addressed<br />

a<br />

very inadequate representation of slavery : to her. The youngestpet of the nursery,<br />

and it is so, necessarily, for this reason," a boy about three years old,walked up, and<br />

that slavery, in some<br />

of itsworkings, is too<br />

pleasuremust draw a veil somewhere,or<br />

theycannot succeed.<br />

The author will now proceedalongthe<br />

course of the story, from the first page onward,<br />

and develop, as far as possible, the<br />

incidents by which different parts were<br />

suggested.<br />

MR.<br />

HALEY.<br />

firmlybuilt,and with strongly-marked African<br />

transcending<br />

to read the expressions of<br />

accordingly encounters, at the hands of the<br />

public,demands not usually made on fictitious<br />

producedby a lowering, desponding<br />

works. It is treated as a reality, upon<br />

"<br />

sifted, triedand tested, as a reality<br />

race generally, the woman did not smile<br />

African face know what a peculiar effectis<br />

features. Those who have been accustomed<br />

the<br />

expression<br />

its dark features. It is like the<br />

shadow of a thunder-cloud. Unlike her<br />

laid his littlehand on her knee,and seemed<br />

dreadful for the purposes of art. A work astonished not to meet the quicksmile which<br />

which should represent it strictly as it is<br />

would be a work which could not be read. the little child. The writer thoughther<br />

And all works which ever mean to givevery cross and disagreeable, and,after a few<br />

moments' silence,asked, with perhaps a<br />

the negro almost alwayshas in reserve for<br />

littleimpatience, "Do<br />

you want anything<br />

of me to-day? "<br />

"<br />

Here are some papers," said the woman,<br />

pushing them towaids her; "perhaps<br />

you would read them."<br />

The first paper openedwas a letterfrom

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