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Title: Uncle Tom's cabin : or, life among the lowly
Year: 1852 (1850s)
Authors: Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896
Subjects: Plantation life Fugitive slaves Slavery African Americans Uncle Tom (Fictitious character) Slaves
Publisher: Boston : John P. Jewett Cleveland : Jewett, Proctor & Worthington
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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themeasure seemed to embarrass him considerably; for he oftenstopped, as Eliza glided forward, and looked wistfully, first ather and then at the house, and then, as if reassured by reflec-tion, he pattered along after her again. A few minutesbrought them to the window of Uncle Toms cottage, andEliza, stopping, tapped lightly on the window-pane. The prayer-meeting at Uncle Toms had, in the order ofhymn-singing, been protracted to a very late hour; and, asUncle Tom had indulged himself in a few lengthy solos after-wards, the consequence was, that, although it was now betweentwelve and one oclock, he and his worthy helpmeet were notyet asleep. Good Lord! whats that? said Aunt Chloe, startingup and hastily drawing the curtain. My sakes alive, if itant Lizy ! Get on your clothes, old man, quick! — theresold Bruno, too, a pawin round; what on airth ! Im gwineto open the door. And, suiting the action to the word, the door flew open,and the light of the tallow candle, which Tom had hastily
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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 63 lighted, fell on the haggard face and dark, wild eyes of thefugitive. Lord bless you ! — I m skeered to look at je, Lizj ! Ai*eye tuck sick, or whats come over ye? Im running away—Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe —carrying off my child — Master sold him ! Sold him 7 echoed both, lifting up their hands in dismay. Yes, sold him! said Eliza, firmly; I crept into thecloset by Mistress door to-night, and I heard Master tellMissis that he had sold my Harry, and you. Uncle Tom, both,to a trader; and that he was going oif this morning on hishorse, and that the man was to take possession to-day. Tom had stood, during this speech, with his hands raised,and his eyes dilated, like a man in a dream. Slowly andgradually, as its meaning came over him. he collapsed, ratherthan seated himself, on his old chair, and sunk his head downupon his knees. The good Lord have pity on us! said Aunt Chloe. 0 ! it dont seem as if it was true ! What has he done,that Masr should sell him? H

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