UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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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."