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Show 198 UNCLE TOJ\1 78 CADCN j OR, CHAPTER XXXIV. TIIF. QUADROON'S STORY, And behold the tears of such ns nre oppressed; nnd on the side of their oppressors there was power. Wherefore I praised the dead that nrc nlrcady dcnd more than the living that nrc yet alive.- EccL. 4 : 1. l"r was late at night, and Tom lay groaning and blee" ,,g alone, in an old forsaken room of tho gin-house, amon ~ pieces of broken machinery, piles of damaged cotton, and other rubbish which had there accumulated. 'l1hc night was damp and. close, and tho thick air swarmed with myriads of mosquitos, which increased the restless torture of his wounds; whilst a burning thirst- a torture beyond all others-filled up the uttermost measure of physical anguish. "0, good Lord! Do look down,- give me the victory! give me the victory over all!" prayed poor Tom, in his anguish. A footstep entered the room, behind him, and the light of a lantern flashed on his eyes. "Who's there~ 0, for the Lord's massy, please giYe me some water ! " 'rho woman Cassy- for it was she-set down l1er lantern, and, pouring water from n. bottle, raised his head, and gave him chinle Another and another cup were drained, wilh feverish eagerness. "Drink all yc want," she said; ll I knew how it would be. |
