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Show 1GB UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: Olt, allow them to sell the child out of its mother's hosom to poy its master's debts," sajd George, bitterly. " "'\Veil, well," said the honest old man, fumbling in his pocket. "I s'posc, perhaps, I an't fo1lowing my judgmcnt,bang it, I won't follow my judgment!" he added, suddenly; ' 1 so hero, George," and, taking out a roll of bills from his pocket-book, ho offered them to George. "No, my kind, good sir!" said George, "you 'vc done a great deal for me, and this might get you into trouble. I have money enough, I hope, to take me as :fitr as I need it." "No; but you must, George. Money is a great help everywhere;- can't have too much, if you get it honestly. ~'nkc it,- do take it, now,- do, my boy ! " "On condition, sir, that I mtty repay it at some future time, I will," said George, taking up the money. " And now, George, how long are you going to trove] in this way?- not long or far, I hope. It's well carried on, but too hold. And this black fellow,- who is he?" ''A true fellow, who went to Canada more than a year ago. He heard, after he got there, that his master was so angry at him for going off thot he had whipped his poor old mother; and he has como all the way back to comfort her, and get a chance to get her away." "Has ho got her?" "Not yet; he has been hanging about the place, and found no chance yet. ~ieanwhile, he is going with me as far as Ohio, to put me among friends that helped him, and then he will como back after her." " Dangerous, very dangerous ! " said the old man. George drew himself up, and smiled disdainfully. The old gentleman eyed him from head to foot, with • sort of innocent wonder. LIFE A)10NO TilE LOWLY. 169 (• George, something has brought you out wonderfully. You hold up your head, and speak and move like another man/' said Mr. Wilson. :l Bcmtusc I 'm a. j1·eeman!" said George, proudly. "Yes, sir ; I 've said Mas'r for tho last time to any man. I 1'1n free!'' 0 Take care! You arc not sure,-you may be taken." " All men aTe free and equal ·in the grave, if it comes to that, lllr. Wilson," said George. " I 'm perfectly dumb-foundered with your holdness!" said :Mr. 'Vilson,- " to come right here to the nearest tavern!'' "~ir. VVilson, it is so bold, and this tn,vcrn is so ncar, that they will never think of it ; they will look for me on ahead, and you yourself wouldn't know me. Jim's master don't live in this county; ho isn't known in these ports. Besides, he is given up; nobody is looking after him, and nobody will take me up from the advertisement, I think." " But the mark in your lumd ~ " George drew off his glove, and showed a newly-healed scar in his hand. "~J.1hat is a parting proof of ~fr. Harris' regard," he said, scornfully. "A fortnight ago, ho took it into his head to give it to me, because he said ho believed I should try to get away one of those doys. Looks interesting, doesn't it? " ho said, drawing his glove on again. " I declare, my very blood runs cold when I think of it,your condition and your risks ! " said Mr. Wilson. " Mine has run cold a g()()(l many years, Mr. Wilson ; at present, it 's about up to tho boiling point," said George. " 'Vcll, my good sir," continued George, after a. few moments' silence, u I saw you knew me; I thought I 'd just have this talk with you, lest your surprised looks shoulcJ. bring ] 5 |
