UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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LIFE AMONG HE LOWLY.<br />
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Is itstrangețhen,that some tears fall on the Rooked at her,and by which the dullestand most<br />
pages of his Bible,as he laysit on the cottonbale,<br />
and, with patientfingerțhreadinghis !why". The shapeof her head and the turn of<br />
literal were impressed, without exactlyknowing<br />
slow way from word to word, traces out its promises?<br />
her neck and bust were peculiarly noble, and the<br />
Having learned late in lifeȚom was but longgolden-brownhair that floated like a cloud<br />
a slow reader,and passedon laboriouslyfrom around it țhe deepspiritual gravityof her violet-<br />
verse to verse. Fortunate for him was it that the<br />
book he was intent on was one which slow reading<br />
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cannot injure, nay, one whose words, like<br />
ingotsof gold șeem often to need to be weighed<br />
glided hither and thither on the boat. Neverthejless,the<br />
littleone was not what you would have<br />
that the mind may take in theirpriceless<br />
value. Let us follow him a moment, as, |called either a<br />
grave child or a sad one. On the<br />
each half<br />
separately,<br />
pointing to each word,and pronouncing<br />
aloud,he reads,<br />
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Let<br />
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your<br />
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mansions. I<br />
go<br />
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troubled.<br />
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many<br />
She was always in motion,alwayswith a half<br />
" a<br />
prepare place!smile on her rosy mouth, flying hither and thither.<br />
you."<br />
with an undulating and cloud-like tread,singing<br />
Cicero,when he buried his darlingand only to herself as she moved, as in a happy dream.<br />
daughter, a heart as full of honest grief as<br />
poor Tom's," perhapsno fuller, for both were<br />
only men ; Cicero could pause over no such<br />
sublime word^ of hope, and look to no such future<br />
reunion ; and if he had seen them,ten to one he<br />
would not have believed, he must fillhis head<br />
firstwith a thousand questionsof authenticity iin white,she seemed to move like a shadow<br />
manuscript, and correctness of translation. But,<br />
to poor Tom, there it lay,justwhat he needed,so<br />
evidently true and divine that the possibility of a<br />
question never entered his simplehead. It must<br />
be true ; for,if not true, how could he live ?<br />
As for Tom's Bible,thoughit had no annotations<br />
and helps in marginfrom learned commentators,<br />
stillit had been embellished with certain<br />
way-marks and guide-boards<br />
tion,<br />
of Tom's own inven-<br />
and<br />
and which helpedhim more than the most !him in some dreadful danger. Anon the steerslearned<br />
expositions could have done. It had been 'man at the wheel paused and smiled, as the<br />
his custom to get the Bible read to him by his "<br />
picture-like head gleamedthroughthe window of<br />
master's children, in particularby<br />
young Master the round-house,and in a moment was<br />
gone<br />
in a moment seize upon<br />
his favorite passages,<br />
)fhis<br />
without the labor of spelling out what lay between<br />
kindlyrace, ever yearning toward the sin pieand<br />
them<br />
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; while it lay there before childlike, watched the little creature wii'h daily<br />
him, every passage breathing of some old home increasing interest. To him she seemed something<br />
Bcene, and recalling some past enjoyment,his<br />
almost divine ; and whenever her golden<br />
Bible seemed to him all of this lifethat remained, head and deep blue eyes peered out upon him<br />
as well as the promiseof a future one.<br />
Among the passengers on the boat was a young<br />
gentleman of fortune and family,resident in New<br />
Orleans,who bore the name of St. Clare. He had<br />
with him a daughter between five and six years<br />
with a ladywho seemed to claim<br />
of age,together<br />
relationship to both,and to have the little one<br />
especially under her chargė<br />
|blueyes, shaded by.heavy fringes of golden<br />
!brown," all marked her out from other children,<br />
' and made<br />
every one turn to look after her,as she<br />
contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed<br />
to flicker like the shadow of summer leaves over<br />
her childishface,and around her buoyantfigure-<br />
Her father and female guardianwere incessantly<br />
Jbusy in pursuitof her," but,when caught,she<br />
melted from them again like a summer cloud ,<br />
and<br />
;as no word of chiding or reproofever fellon her<br />
ear for whatever she chose to do, she pursued<br />
her own way all over the boat. Alwaysdressed<br />
through all sorts of places,<br />
contracting<br />
without<br />
or stain ; and there was not a corner or nook,<br />
had<br />
not<br />
! above or below, where those fairyfootsteps<br />
glided, and that visionary goldenhead,with<br />
| its deep blue eyes, fleeted along.<br />
The fireman,as he looked up<br />
from his sweaty<br />
toilșometimes found those eyes lookjng wonderingly<br />
into the ragingdepths of the furnace,and<br />
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fearfully<br />
pityingly at him, as if she thought<br />
George; and as theyread, he would designate by again. A thousand times a day roughvoices<br />
bold,strong marks and dashes,with pen and ink, blessed her,and smiles of unwonted softnessstole<br />
the passages which more particularly gratified his over hard faces,as she passed; and when she<br />
ear or affected his heart. His Bible was thus trippedfearlessly over dangerousplaces,rough<br />
marked through, from one end to the other,with sootyhands were stretched involuntarily out to<br />
a variety of stylesand designations ; so he could save her,and smooth her path.<br />
Tom, who had the soft,impressible nature<br />
from behind some dusky cotton-bale,or looked<br />
down upon him over some ridge of packages he<br />
half believed that he saw one of the angi Is<br />
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steppedout of his New Testament.<br />
Often and often she walked mournfully round<br />
the placewhere Haley'sgang of men and women<br />
sat in their chains. She would glidein among<br />
them,and look at then with an air of perplexed<br />
Tom had often caughtglimpsesof this little and sorrowful earnestness ; and sometimes she<br />
girl, she was one of those busy,trippingwould lift their chains with her slender hands,<br />
creatures țhat can be no more contained in one and then sighwofully, as she glided away.<br />
place than a sunbeam or a summer breeze," nor Several times she appearedsuddenlyamong them,<br />
was she one that,once seen, could be easily forgotten.<br />
with her hands full of<br />
candy,nuts, and oranges,<br />
which she would distributejoyfully w them, and<br />
Her form was the perfection of childishbeauty, then be gone again.<br />
without its usual chubbiness and squareness of Tom watched the little lady a great deal,<br />
outline. There was about it an undulating and before he ventured on<br />
any overtures towards<br />
aerial grace, such as one mightdream of for some acquaintanceship. He knew an abundance of<br />
mythic and allegorical being. Her face was simple acts to propitiate<br />
and invite the ap<br />
remarkable less for its perfectbeautyof feature proachesof the littlepeople,and he resolved to<br />
than for a singularand dreamyearnestness of play his partrightskilfully. He could cut cunning<br />
expression, which made the ideal start when they littlebaskets out of cherry-stones, could