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KEY TO <strong>UNCLE</strong> TOM S <strong>CABIN</strong>.<br />

by all<br />

him spokenof in the highes terms<br />

who knew him.<br />

The gentleman in whose familyhe so<br />

long resided says of him,in a recent letter<br />

to the writer,"I would trust him,as the<br />

sayingis,with untold gold."<br />

departedfrom her eyes. With the youngest child<br />

claspedfirmly to her bosom,she spent the night<br />

in walking the floor,comingever and anon to lift<br />

fine-looking man, who lay sleepingtogether.Sleeping,I said.<br />

hah- slightly wavy, Brother slept, but not I. I<br />

and with an intelligent, agreeable saw my mother when<br />

expression<br />

she first came to me, and I could not sleep. The<br />

Lewis is a quadroon, a<br />

with Europeanfeatures,<br />

of countenance.<br />

The reader is now desired to compare the<br />

now before my mind with all the<br />

distinctnessof yesterday<br />

following incidentsof his life,partof which<br />

Ịn the morning I was<br />

put into the carriage with Mrs. B. and her children,<br />

he related personally to the author,with and my weary pilgrimageof suffering was<br />

the incidentsof the lifeof GeorgeHarris. fairly begun.<br />

His mother was a handsome quadroon<br />

woman, the daughter of her master, and Mrs. Banton is a character that can only<br />

exist where the laws of the land<br />

givenby him in marriageto a free<br />

clothewith<br />

white<br />

absolute<br />

man, a Scotchman,with the express understanding<br />

power the coarsest, most brutal and<br />

that she and her children were<br />

violent-tempered, equallywith the most<br />

to<br />

be free. This engagement, if made sincerely<br />

generous and humane.<br />

at all, was never compliedwith. His<br />

mother had nine children, and, on the death<br />

of her husband,came back,with all these<br />

children, as slaves in her father'shouse.<br />

A married daughter of the family,who<br />

abuse she soon reduced the child to a state<br />

back<br />

of idiocy, and then came imperiously<br />

to her father'sestablishment, declaring<br />

the child was good for nothing, and<br />

that<br />

that<br />

she would have another ; and, as poor Lewis'<br />

evilstar would have it,fixedher eye upon<br />

him.<br />

To avoid one of her terribleoutbreaks of<br />

temper,the familyoffered up this boy as a<br />

sacrifice. The incident is thus<br />

pacificatory<br />

describedby Lewis, in a<br />

:<br />

offeredher Moses ;<br />

published narrative<br />

Everyboy was ordered in,to pass before this followed,<br />

female sorceress, that she might were like a storm of hail upon my young<br />

select a victim heart. " She would teach me better manners than<br />

for her unprovokedmalice,and on whom to pour that ; she would let me know I was to be brought<br />

the vialsof her wrath for years. I was that unlucky<br />

up<br />

fellow. Mr. Campbell,my grandfather,<br />

to her hand ; she would have one slave that<br />

knew his if I place; wanted water,<br />

objected, because it would divide a family, and<br />

go to the<br />

spring,and not drink there in the house." This<br />

* * *<br />

but objections and<br />

claims of every kind were sweptaway by the wild<br />

passion and shrill-tonedvoice of Mrs. B. Me she<br />

would have,and none else. Mr. Campbell went<br />

out to hunt,and drive away bad thoughts; the<br />

old ladybecame quiet,for she was sure none of<br />

her blood run in my veins,and, if there was any<br />

of her husband's there,it was no fault of hers.<br />

Slave-holding women are alwaysrevengeful toward<br />

the children of slavesthat have any of the blood<br />

of their husbands in them. I was too young<br />

only seven years of "<br />

age understand what<br />

was going on. But my poor and affectionate<br />

mother understood and appreciated itall. When<br />

she left the kitchen of th# mansion-house,where<br />

she was employed as cook, and came home to her<br />

own little cottage țhe tear of anguishwas in her<br />

eye, and the image of sorrow upon every feature<br />

of her face. She knew the female Nero whose<br />

rod was now to be over me. That nightsleep<br />

up the clothes and look at me and my poor brother,<br />

vision of that its night" deep,ineffaceableimpression<br />

If irresponsible power is a trial to the<br />

virtue of the most watchful and careful,<br />

how fast must it developcruelty in those<br />

who are naturally violentand brutal !<br />

This woman was united to a drunken<br />

was the dread of the whole<br />

husband, of a temper equallyferocious. A<br />

household,on<br />

account of the violenceof her temper, had recitalof all the physical torture which this<br />

taken from the family,upon her paircontrivedto inflict on a<br />

marriage,<br />

haplesschild,<br />

some of which have leftineffaceable marks<br />

a<br />

young girl. By the violence of her<br />

on his person, would be too tryingto humanity,<br />

and we gladlydraw a veil over it.<br />

Some incidents, however, are presented<br />

in the following extracts :<br />

A trivialoffence was sufficientto call<br />

very forth<br />

a great burst of indignation from this woman of<br />

ungovernedpassions Ịn my simplicity, I put my<br />

lips to the same vessel, and drank out of it,from<br />

which her children were accustomed to drink.<br />

She expressed her utter abhorrence of such an<br />

act by throwingmy<br />

head violently back, and<br />

of water. The<br />

shower of water was followed by a heavier shower<br />

dashinginto my<br />

face two dippers<br />

of kicks ; but the words, bitter and cutting, that<br />

was new times for me ; for some daysI was completely<br />

benumbed with my<br />

sorrow.<br />

******<br />

If there be one so lost to all feeling as even to<br />

say that the slaves do not suffer when families<br />

are separated, let such a one go to the ragged<br />

quiltwhich was<br />

my couch and pillow, and stand<br />

there night after night, for long, weary hours,<br />

and see the bitter tears streamingdown the face<br />

while with half-<br />

of that more than orphanboy,<br />

suppressedsighsand sobs he calls again and<br />

againupon his absent mother.<br />

"<br />

Say,wast thou conscious of the tears I shed 1<br />

Hovered thy spirito'er thy sorrowing son 1<br />

Wretch even then ! life'sjourneyjustbegun."

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