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Show 218 U~CLE TOM'S CA Bl:X; Oil, in tho long run, to turn out a cash conccJ n. he migllt have been somrwhat out of patience ; ns it was1 he b id down a greasy pocket-book on the cotton-bales., and began anxiously studying over certain papers in it, the young man standing by, tho while, looking down on him with nn air of carcles~, easy drollery. "Papn., do buy him! it's no matter what you pay," whispered Eva, softly, getting up on a r.ackagc, and putting her arm around her father's neck. " You have money enough, I know. I want him." "'Vhat for, pussy? Arc you going to use him for a rat-tle- box, or a. rocking-horse, or what?" 11 I want to make him happy." "An original reason, certainly." Here the trader handed up a certificate, signed by Mr. Shelby, which the young man took with the tips of his long fingers, and glanced over c01·elcssly. ''A gentlemanly band," he said, "and well spclt, too. Well, now, but I 'm not sure, after all, about this religion/' said he, the old wicked expression returning to his eye; 11 tho country is almost ruined with pious white people: such pious politicians as we have just before clections,-such pious goings on in all departments of church and state, that a fellow does not know who '11 cheat him next. I don't know, either, about rcHgion's being up in the market, just now. I have not looked in the papers lately, to sec how it sells. How many hundred dollars, now, do you put on for this religion?" "You like to be a. j akin, now," snid the trader; "but, then, there's sense under all that ar. I know there's differences in religion. Some kinds is mis'rahle : there's your mcetin pious; there 's your singin, roarin pious; them ar nn't no account, in black or wbite; -butthesc rayly is: nnd l '\'IJ Lil-'E AMONG TilE LOWLY. 219 seen it in niggcrs as often ns any, your rail softly, quiet, stiddy, honest, pious, tha.t the hull world could n't tempt 'em to do nothing that they thinks is wrong; and yo sec in thi:J letter what Tom's old master says about him." ' 1 Now,., said tho young man, stooping gravely over his book of bills, "if you can assure me that I really can buy this kind of pious, and that it will be set down to my account iil the book up above, n.s something belonging to me, I wouldn't care if I did go a little cxtro for it. How d' yo say 1" (l \\'al, raily, I can't do that," said the trader. ' 1 I 'm a thinkin that every man '11 have to hang on !Us own hook, in them ru· quarters." "Rather hard on a fellow that pays cxtro on religion, and can't trade with it in the state where he wants it most, an't it, now?" said the young man, who had been making out a. roll of bills while he was speaking. " There, count your money, old boy ! " he added, as he handed tho roll to tho trader. "All right," said Haley, his face beaming with delight; and pulling out an old inkhorn, he proceeded to fill out a bill of sale, which, in a few moments, be handed to the young m:m. n I wonder, now, if I was divided up and inventoried," said the lnttcr, as he ran over the paper, " how much I might bring. Say so much for tho shape of my head, so much for a. high forehead, so much for arms nnd hands and }errs and then so much for education, Ica1~ning, talon~, honest;,' religion ! Bless me ! there would be small charge on that last, I 'm thinking. llut come, Eva," he said; and tnking tho lmnd of his daughter, he stepped across the boat, and carelessly putting the tip of his finger under Tom's chin, said, |