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Show 152 UNCLE TOM'S CAUIN: OH, "Tom is one of the most valuable servants on the place,- it couldn't be afforded, any wa.y. Besides, what does he want of liberty 1 lie's a g•·cat deal better off as he is." "But ltc docs desire it, very ca,rncstly, and his master promised it/' said ~1\Iiss Ophelia. "I dare say be docs want it," said :r.farie ; " they all want it, just because they arc a discontented set,- always wanting what they haven't got. Now, I'm principled against cma.ncipating, in any case. Keep a negro under the care of a. master, and he does well enough, and is respectable; but set them free, and they get lazy, and won't work, and take to drinking, and go all down to be mean, worthless fellows. I 've seen it tried, hundreds of times. It's no favor to set them free." "But Tom is so steady, industrious, and pious. '' "0, you needn't tell me! I 'vc seen a hundred like him. He '11 do very well, as long as he 's taken care of,- that 's all." "But, then, consider," said J\fiss Ophelia, "when you set him up for sale, the chances of his getting a bad master." "0, that 's all humbug!" said Marie; "it isn't one time in a hundred that a good fellow gets a bad master; most masters are good, for all the talk that is made. I 'vc lived and grown up here, in the South, and I never yet was acquainted with a master that didn't treat his servants well,quitc as well as is worth while. I don't feel any fears on that head." "Well," said Miss Ophelia, energetically, " I know it was one of tho last wishes of your husband that Tom should hare his liberty; it was one of the promises that he made to dear little Eva on her death-bed, and I should not think you would feel at liberty to disregard it." LIFE Al\IONO THE LOWLY. 153 Marie had her face covered with her handkerchief at this n.ppeal, and began sobbing and using her smelling-bottle, with grent vehemence. "Everybody goes against me! i1 she said. " Everybody is so inconsiderate! I shouldn't h:.wc expected that yon would bring up all these remembrances of my troubles to me,- it's so inconsiderate! But nobody ever docs consider,- my trials arc so peculiar! It 's so hard, that when I had only one daughter, she should have been taken! -and when I had a husband that just exactly suited me,- and I'm so hard to be suited ! -he should be taken! And you seem to have so little feeling for me, a.nd keep bringing it up to me so carelessly,- when you know how it overcomes me! I suppose you mean well; but it is very inconsiderate,- very! " And Mario sobbed, and gasped for breath, aud called Mammy to open the window, and to bring her the camphor-bottle, and to bathe her head, and unhook her dress. And, in tho general confusion that ensued, Miss Ophelia made her escape to her apa.rtmcnt. She saw, at once, that it would do no good to say anything more; for Mario had an indefinite capacity for h ystcric fits; and, after this, whenever her husband's or Eva's wishes with regard to the servants were alluded to, she always found it convenient to set one in operation. Miss Ophelia, therefore, did the next best thing sho could for Tom,- she wrote a Jetter to Mrs. Shelby for him, stating his troubles, and urging them to send to his relief. '!'he next day, Tom and Adolph, and some half a dozen other servants, were marched down to a slave-warehouse, to await the convenience of the trader, who was going to make up a lot for auction. |