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She goes down from the block, stops, looks wistfully back, her daughter stretches her hands towards her. She looks with agony in the face of the man who has bought her, a respectable middle-aged man, of benevolent countenance. "O, Mas'r, please do buy my daughter!"
"Would you like to be free, my boy?" There was a sudden flush on the old man's cheek, and then he answered, meekly: "Thanky', Mas'r Hugh. It comed a'most too late. Years ago, when Sam was young and peart, de berry smell of freedom make de sap bump through de veins like trip-hammer. Den, world all before, now world all behind. Nothing but t'other side of Jordan before.
"Come here, Tom!" I said in a low voice; and he ran up. "What do you think of this?" "Been beaten-down and then smoothed over again," said Tom excitedly. "Something has been dragged over here, Mas'r Harry." "So I thought, Tom," I exclaimed. "Now let us try whether an Englishman can follow a trail; for it looks as if my uncle must have passed along here."
When I heard these words, a light began to fall upon the figure I had seen following them, some hours ago. 'It's a poor wurem, Mas'r Davy, said Ham, 'as is trod under foot by all the town. Up street and down street. The mowld o' the churchyard don't hold any that the folk shrink away from, more. 'Did I see her tonight, Ham, on the sand, after we met you? 'Keeping us in sight? said Ham.
"Go it, Mas'r Harry!" Tom roared, mad almost with excitement, as he scooped away with his paddle. "Hurraw! Who's afraid? That's a good un! Now again! Brayvo! lay into it, my hearty!"
"Ho, ho! haw! haw! haw!" laughed both the sooty wretches; and the diabolical sounds seemed, in truth, a not unapt expression of the fiendish character which Legree gave them. "Wal, but, Mas'r, Tom and Misse Cassy, and dey among 'em, filled Lucy's basket. I ruther guess der weight 's in it, Mas'r!" "I do the weighing!" said Legree, emphatically.
It proved to be a very, very long job, but we worked at it with all our might, knowing as we did that our future depended upon our getting the pieces of our pontoon safely with us to some stream, where we could fit it once more together and use it to help in floating down to a place of refuge. "It's a rum job, Mas'r Harry," said Tom. "My word, if these knots weren't well tied!
Crompton, and how did he know about the child? I asked, and Jake replied, 'He is somebody from the Norf, and he'd sent money to Mas'r Hardy in Palatka for Miss Dory, who put it away for de chile. After she died Mas'r Hardy was gwine to Europe, an' tole me 'twas Col. Crompton, Troutburg, Massachusetts, who sent the money, but he wouldn't say nothin' else, 'cept that Col.
"Well, tain't so sweet as it used to be, sir; and it don't seem right that, to make other folks clean, we should allers be in a greasy mess. But what are you going to do, Mas'r Harry?" he said anxiously. "Going abroad, Tom." "So am I, Mas'r Harry." "You, Tom?"
Mr. Shelby had gone away on business, hoping all would be over before he returned. "Give my love to Mas'r George," said Tom earnestly, as he was whirled away, fixing a steady, mournful look to the last on the old place. Tom insensibly won his way far into the confidence of such a man as Mr. Haley, and on the steamboat was permitted to come and go freely where he pleased.
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