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Show 230 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: OR1 "I'll make yo give out, though, 'fore I 've done!" said Legree, in a rage. " I shall have ltelp," said Tom ; " you '11 never do it." "Who the devil 's going to help you 1 " said Legree, scornfully. "1'hc Lord Almighty," said Tom. '' D-n you ! " said Legree, as with one blow of his fist he felled Tom to the earth. A cold soft hand fell on Legree's, at this moment. He turned,-it was Cassy's; but the cold soft touch recalled his dream of the night before, and, flashing through the chambers of his brain, came all the fearful images of the night-watches, with a portion of the horror that accompanied them. "Will you be a. fool ~" said Cassy, in French. " Let him go! Let mo alone to get him fit to be in the field again. Isn't it just as I told you 1" They say the alligator, the rhinoceros, though enclosed in bullet-proof mail, have each a spot where they are vulnerable; and fierce, reckless, unbelieving reprobates, have commonly this point in superstitious dread. Legree turned away, determined to Jet the point go for tho time. "Well, have it your own way," he said, doggedly, to Cassy. ''Hark, yo!'' he said to Tom; '' I won't deal with ye now, because the business is pressing, and I want all my hands; but I never forget. I']] score it against yo, and sometime I'll have my pay out o' yer old black hide,-mind ye!'' Legree turned, and went out. "There you go," said Cassy, looking darkly after him; LIPE AMOXG THE LOWLY. 231 "your reckoning's to como, yet! -My poor fellow, how arc you ?" " The Lord God hath sent his angel, and shut the lion's mouth, for this time/' said Tom. "For this time, to be sure," said Cassy ; "but now you 'vo got his ill will upon you, to follow you day in, day out, hanging like a dog on your throat,- sucking your blood, bleeding away your life, drop by drop. I know the man." CHAPTER XXXVII. LDJEUTY. .. No rnn.tter with what solemnities be may have been devoted upon the n.ltar of slavery, the moment he touches the sacred soil of Dritain,.the altar and the God sink together in the dust, and he stands redeemed, regenerated, nnd disenthralled, by the irresistible genius of universal emancipo,. tion."- C1trran. A WITILE we must leave ~'om in the hands of his persecutors, while we turn to pursue the fortunes of George and his wife, whom we left in friendly hands, in a farm-house on the road-side. Tom Loker we left groaning and touzling in a most immaculately clean Quaker hod, under the motherly supervision of Aunt Dorcas, who found him to the full as tractable a patient as a sick bison. Imagine a tall, dignified, spiritual woman, whose clear muslin cap shades waves of silvery hair, pa,rtcd on a. broad, clear forehead, which overarches thoughtful gray eyes. A snowy handkerchief of lisse crape is folded neatly across her bosom |