The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-08-07
THE NATIONAL ERA.
WASHINGTON, AUGUST 7, 1851
roopYRIoHr sBcURSD BY THE AUrHoRl
For the National Era.
UNCLE TOMS CABIN:
OR,
LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY.
BY MRS. H. h. STOWE.

fling through the window Of Uncle Toms cabin
IL looked on downc4st faces, the image Of mourn
full hearts The little table stood out before thu
FIRE, covered with en- ironing cloth; coarse bu
clean shirt or two, fresh from the iron, hung on
the back Of a chair by the fire, and Aunt Chloe
had another spread out before her on the table
Carefully she rubbed and ironed every fold and
every hem, with the most scrupulOus exactness
every now and then raising her hand to her face
10 wipe of the tears that were coursing down her
cheeks.
Tom sat by, with his Testament open on his
knee, and his head leaning upon his hand-but
neither spoke. 1t was yet early, and the children
lay ali asleep s,sther in their little rude trun-
Jle-hed Tom, who had, to the full, the gentle,
domestic heart winch, woeHor Jnt>ly. nss peen
peculiar Characteristic of his unhappy race, got
up and walked silently to look at his children.
"Its the last time, /" he said.
Aunt Chloe did not answer, only rubbed away
over and over on the coarse shirt, already as
smooth as hands could make it, and finally SET
ting her iron suddenly down with despairing
plunge she sat down to the table, and lifted up
her voice and wept"
"Spose we must be resigned-but oh Lord
how ken |? If kncwd anything whar youg
gOin-Or how they'd sarvs you. Missis says she'll
try and deem ye in year or two; but Lor, no.
body never comes up that goes down thar. They
kills EN-. Eve hearn EN- tell how dey works EN-
up on dem ar plantations"
"There'll be the same God there, Chloe, that
there is herep
" Well,' said Aunt Chloe, oppose dere will
but de Lord lets drefful things happen sometimes,
don't seem to get no comfort dat way"
"Pm in the Lords hands, said Tom nothin
can 60 no furder than He lets it--and thar's one
thing ken thank him for It's me that's sold and
going down, and not you nur the chil'en Here
you're safe-what comes will come only on me
and the Lord, he'll help me, | know he will"
All brave, manly he@tl smOthering thine own
sorrow, to comfort thy beloved ones ! Tom spoke
with thick utteranee, and with bitter choking
in his throat, bat he spoke brave and strong.
Let's think on our psroIvS -.--~, ''v'a.--
lousy, as if he was quite sure he needed to think
on them very hard indeed.
"Marciesp said Aunt Chloe, "don't see no
marcy int! faint right! faint right it should
be So Mass'r never ought ter left it 80 that ye
could be took for his debts. Ye've arnt him ell he
gets for ye twice over He ovid ye yer freedom,
and Oughter gin't to yer years ago. Mebbe he
can't help hisself now-but | feel it's wrong.
Nothing can't beat that ar out o me- SIGH a
faithful crittur as we've been and alters sot his
business fore yer own every way and reckoned
on him more than yer own wife and chipen. Them
as sells hearts love and hearts blood, to get out
thar scrapes, de Lord1l be up to EN- p
Chloe-nOw, if ye love me, ye won't talk So
when perhaps jest the last time wen ever have
together! And I'll tell ye, Chloe, it goes sgin
me to hear one word agin master. Want he put
in my arms baby; it's nstur should think
heap of hin. And re couldn't be 'spected TO
think so much of poor Tom. Masters is used to
hsVin all these yer things done for EN-, and nat'lly
they don't think so much ont. They can't he
'spected to, no way. Set him longside Of other
masters-who's had the treatment and the Twin
I've bad2 And he never would have let this yer
come on me, If he could have seed 1t sforeband. |
know he wouldn't"
Wal, any way thar's wrong about 1t some
Hhar," said Aunt Chloe, in whom stubbed sense
OF justice was predominant trait e can't jest
make out Whar 'tis-but thsr's wrong somewhat,
I'm clar o. that.D
Yer ought ter look up to the Lord above
lies above all-thar don't sparrow fall without
Him.
IL don't seem to comfort me, but | 'spect ii
orter" said Aunt Chloe" bat dar's no use talkin
III jes wet up de corn cake, and get ye one good
breakfast, cause nobody knows when you'll get
anothern
In order TO appreciate the sufferings Of the ne
gro sold South, it must be remembered that ali
the instructive affections Of that race are pecu.
harly strong. Their local attachments are very
ADDING They are not naturally daring and en-.
terPrising, but home-loving and affectionate. Add
70 This, all the terrors with which ignorance in.
'e''S the unknown, and odd to this, again, that
seinns 70 the South is set before the negro from
oniidnood as the last severity Of punishment The
.areS' 'nat terrihes more than whipping or tor.
lure OF any kind Is the threat Of being sent down
river We have ourselves heard this feeling ex.
pressed by them, and seen the unaffected horror
WIN which they will sit in their gossiping hours
ana tell frightful stories Of that down river
which to them il
That undiscovered country from whose bourne
No traveller returns
a missionary among the fugitives in Canals
'Ola US that many Of the fugtives confessed them
serves TO have escaped from comparatively kind
masters and that they were induced to brave ths
Per'is OF escape, In almost every case, by the des
pera'e horror with which they regarded being
SOFA South-a doom which was hanging either
O'er themselves or their husbands, their wives OF
'-''areh' This nerves the African, naturally
p''ent, tmid, and unenterprising, with heroic
"lrage, and leads him TO suffer hunger. cold
S'n the perils Of the wilderness, and the more
4eSa penalties of recapture.
ne simple morning meal now smoked on th,
e 'or Mrs. Shelby had excused Aunt Chloe.
al the great house that morning. The
~, ~ soul had expended all her little energies on
.ha,i '"rs"el feast-had killed and dressed her
49, ''eS' chicken, and prepared her corn cak.
,,.,. ''rupulOus exactness just to her husband.
thu r ana brought out certain mysterious jars on
n,.a- n'ei-piece, some preserves that were never
49, except on extreme OCCASIONS
Lor' Pete" said Nose, triumphantly, chain,
go, custer ola breakfast % at the same tim,
ns At fragment Of the chicken
a' Chloe gave him o sudden box am shs