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They do go South and buy them, but they keep them, and work them as slaves too. A great deal of this misery might be helped. Tom arrives at Legree's plantation. How does he fare?
"I'll make ye give out, though, 'fore I've done!" said Legree, in a rage. "I shall have help," said Tom; "you'll never do it." "Who the devil's going to help you?" said Legree, scornfully. "The Lord Almighty," said Tom. "D n you!" said Legree, as with one blow of his fist he felled Tom to the earth. A cold soft hand fell on Legree's at this moment.
Some few years before, a negro woman, who had incurred Legree's displeasure, was confined there for several weeks.
At last, after searching about for months, George Shelby found out where Uncle Tom was, and followed him. Two days after Legree had been so cruel, George Shelby drove up the avenue and stopped at the door of the old house. 'I hear, he said to Legree, 'that you bought a slave named Tom. He used to belong to my father. I have come to buy him back again. Legree's face grew black with anger.
The cave was by no means extremely cold, that is to say, it was rather above than below the freezing point, and the splashing of drops of water was audible on all sides; so that, if Christian spoke the truth, it was sad to be so often reminded of Legree's plaintive soliloquy in the opening pages of 'Uncle Tom's Cabin, the explanation, I suppose, might be that the drops of water, falling on the top of the column or stalagmite, run down the sides, and carry with them some melted portion from the upper part of the column, and after a course of a few yards become so far refrigerated as to form ice.
The men are, two of them, overseers of plantations in the vicinity; and others were some of Legree's associates at the tavern-bar of a neighboring city, who had come for the interest of the sport. A more hard-favored set, perhaps, could not be imagined.
But of what value will be such conclusions applied to those numerous plantations where no white man ever sets foot without the express permission of the owner? not estates lying close to Baltimore and Charleston, or even Lesington or Savannah, but remote and savage wildernesses like Legree's estate in 'Uncle Tom, like all the plantations in the interior of Tennessee and Alabama, like the cotton-fields and rice-swamps of the great muddy rivers of Lousiana and Georgia, like the dreary pine barrens and endless woody wastes of north Carolina.
What it was, no one knew; but Legree's face became perfectly demoniacal in its expression, as she spoke; he half raised his hand, as if to strike, a gesture which she regarded with fierce disdain, as she turned and walked away. "And now," said Legree, "come here, you Tom.
And oh, the poor chil'en, and the baby my old heart's been most broke for them. Tell them to follow me. Give my love to mas'r, and dear, good missis, and everybody in the place. I love them all. He closed his eyes, and with a smile he fell asleep. Uncle Tom too was free. Beyond the gates of Legree's farm, George had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees.
"And slight, withal, may be the things that bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside forever; it may be a sound, A flower, the wind, the ocean, which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we're darkly bound." The sitting-room of Legree's establishment was a large, long room, with a wide, ample fireplace.
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