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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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obody, Andy, cause the smartest on us gets tripped upsometimes. And so, Andy, lets go up to the house now. Ill beboun Missis 11 give us an uncommon good bite dis yer time.** ELIZAS FLIGHTFrom ^Lncle Toms Cabin* IT IS impossible to conceive of a human creature more whollydesolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her footsteps from Uncle Toms cabin. Her husbands suffering and dangers, and the danger of herchild, all blended in her mind with a confused and stunningsense of the risk she was running in leaving the only homeshe had ever known, and cutting loose from the protection of afriend whom she loved and revered. Then there was the partingfrom every familiar object: the place where she had grown up,the trees under which she had played, the groves where shehad walked many an evening in happier days, by the side of heryoung husband,— everything, as it lay in the clear, frosty starlight,seemed to speak reproachfully to her, and ask her whither shecould go from a home like that ?
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ELIZAS ESCAPE With one wili cry and flyini,^ leap slie vaultedof ice hevoiid to the raft HARRIET BEECHER STOWE 14081 But stronger than all was maternal love, wrought into aparoxysm of frenzy by the near approach of a fearful danger.Her boy was old enough to have walked by her side, and in anindifferent case she would only have led him by the hand; butnow the bare thought of putting him out of her arms made hershudder, and she strained him to her bosom with a convulsivegrasp as she went rapidly forward. The frosty ground creaked beneath her feet, and she trembledat the sound; every quaking leaf and fluttering shadow sent theblood backward to lier heart, and quickened her footsteps. Shewondered within lierself at the strength that seemed to be comeupon her; for she felt the weight of her boy as if it had been afeather, and every flutter of fear seemed to increase the super-natural power that bore her on, while from her pale lips burstforth in frecjuent ejaculations the prayer to a Frien

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