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"Look here, now, Loker, a beautiful opening. We'll do a business here on our own account; we does the catchin'; the boy, of course, goes to Mr. Haley, we takes the gal to Orleans to speculate on. An't it beautiful?"

Stowe and Henry Ward Beecher who, "both armed, drove the fugitive, in a covered wagon, by night, by unfrequented roads, twelve miles back into the country, and left her in safety." This incident was the basis of "the fugitive's escape from Tom Loker and Marks in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin." Lane Theological Seminary, in which Prof. Stowe held a chair, had, it is said, "become a hot-bed of abolition."

I heard on 't to the store and up to the tavern; and Jake Marshall he says to me one day, 'What's this 'ere about the cap'n's house? And the Widder Loker she says to me, 'There's ben a ghost seen in the cap'n's house; and I heard on 't clear over to Needham and Sherburne. "Some o' the women they drew themselves up putty stiff and proper. Your Aunt Lois was one on 'em.

As we at this place take leave of Tom Loker, we may as well say, that, having lain three weeks at the Quaker dwelling, sick with a rheumatic fever, which set in, in company with his other afflictions, Tom arose from his bed a somewhat sadder and wiser man; and, in place of slave-catching, betook himself to life in one of the new settlements, where his talents developed themselves more happily in trapping bears, wolves, and other inhabitants of the forest, in which he made himself quite a name in the land.

'But, listen, said Tom Loker, getting excited, 'there are people who are watching the boats for us. I don't care if I tell now. I hope they will get away, just to spite the others for going and leaving me as they did the mean puppies, the 'Thomas Loker! said the old lady. 'I tell you, granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight he'll split, said Tom Loker.

"It's strange, now, but I never could beat this into people's heads. Now, there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez; he was a clever fellow, Tom was, only the very devil with niggers, on principle 't was, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; 't was his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom.

After some hunting about, they found the path, and, headed by Tom Loker, began to climb up. 'Come up if you like, George called out, 'but if you do we will shoot you. For answer, the little man took aim at George, and fired. Eliza screamed, but the shot did not hurt him. It passed close to his hair, nearly touched her cheek, and, struck a tree behind. Tom Loker came on.

Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean, comfortable bed at the Quaker farmhouse. A pretty, old Quaker lady, with white hair and a kind face, was nursing him. Tom Loker did not like being ill and having to lie in bed. He threw the clothes about, grumbling and using naughty words all the tune.

Imagine a tall, dignified, spiritual woman, whose clear muslin cap shades waves of silvery hair, parted on a broad, clear forehead, which overarches thoughtful gray eyes. A snowy handkerchief of lisse crape is folded neatly across her bosom; her glossy brown silk dress rustles peacefully, as she glides up and down the chamber. "The devil!" says Tom Loker, giving a great throw to the bedclothes.

In Colonial days a maiden who added a handsome prospective dowry to her personal witchery was rare indeed, and Mary Loker had, coming from far and near, inflammable suitors perpetually burning at her shrine.