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Show 182 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: OR, who was no other than the honest drover whom we intr'cxluccd to our readers in the Kentucky tnNcrn, sat down, and began smoking, with n. curious smile on his long, dry fac.c. A tall, slender young man, witl1 a face expressive of great feeling and intelligence, here broke in, and repeated the words, " ' All things whatsoever yo wouhl that men shoulll do unto you, do yo even so unto them.' I supposc,n he added, "tltat is scripture, as much as 'Cursed be Canaan.' " "'Val, it seems quite as plain a text, stranger," said John the drover, ''to poor fellows like us, now;" and John smoked on like n. volcano. The young man paused, looked as if he was going to say more, when suddenly the boat stopped, and the company made the usual steamboat rush, to see where they were landing. "Both them ar chaps parsons 1" said John to one of the men, as they were going out. The man nodded. As the hoot stopped, a black woman came running wildly up the plank, darted into the crowd, fiew up to where the slave gang sat, and threw her arms round that unfortunate. piCe,~ of merchandise before enumera.ted-"John, aged thirty, and with sobs and tears bemoaned him as l1er husband. But what needs tell the story, told too oft,- every day told, _of hemt-strings rent and broken,- the weak broken and torn for the profit and convenience of the strong ! . It ncc~s not to be told;- every day is telling it, - telling.It, too, m the ear of One who is not deaf, though he be long silent. The young man who bad spoken for the cause .of lnunanit! and God before stood with folded anus, lookmg on tlus scene. lie turned, and Haley was standing at his _side. "~1y friend," he said, speaking with thick utterance, '·how LH'E AMONG THE LOWLY. 183 can you, how dare yon, cany on a trade Jjkc this~ Look at tho3c poor creatures! Here I am, rejoicing in my heart that I am going home to my wife and child; and tho same bell which is a signal to carry me onward towards them wi11 part this poor man and his wife forever. Depend upon it, God will bring you into judgment for this." The trader turned away in silence. "I say, now/' said the drover, touching his elbow, '· there 'a differences in parsons, an't there? 'Cussed be Canaan' don't seem to go down with this 'un, docs it?" Haley gavo an uneasy growl. ''And that ar an't the worst on 't,'' said John i '' mabbo it won't go down with tho Lord, neither, when ye come to settle with Him, one o' these days, as all on us must, I reckon." Haley walked reflectively to the other end of the boat. " If I make pretty handsomely on one or two next gangs," he thought, "I reckon I 'II stop off this yer; it's really getting dangerous." And he took out Ius pocket-book, and began adding over his accounts,- a process which many gentlemen besides Mr. Haley have found n specific for an uneasy conscience. '!'he boat swept proudly away from the shore, and all went on merrily, as before. Men talked, and loafed, and read, and smoked. Women sewed, and children played, and the boat passed on her way. One day, when she lay to for a while at a small town in Kentucky, Haley went up into tho place on a little matter of business. Tom, whose fetters did not prevent his taking a moderate circuit, had drawn near the side of tho boat, and stood listlessly gazing over the railings. Aft~r a time, he saw tho |