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Show 294 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: OR, CHAPTER XLIII. RESULTS. TnE rest of our story is soon told. George Shelby, interested, as any other young man might be, by the roma~1cc of the incillcnt, no less than by feelings of hurnan_1ty, was at the pains to send to Cassy the bill of sale of Eliz•; whose dale and name nll corresponded with her own knowl~ edge of facts, and left no doubt upon her mind as to tho identity of her child. It remained now only for her to trace out the path of the fugitives. Madame de Thoux and she, thus drawn together by tho singular coincidence of their fortunes, proceeded immediately to Camu.la., and began a. tour of inquiry among the stations, where the numerous fugitives from slavery are located. At Amhcrstbcrg they found the missionary with whom George -and Eliza had taken shelter, on their first arrival in C:mach.; and through him were enabled to trace the family to Montreal. George and Eliza. l1ad now been five years free. George bad found constant occupation in the shop of a worthy machinist, where he had been earning a. competent support for his family, which, in the mean time, had been increased by the addition of another daughter. Little Harry - a fine bright boy-had been put to a good school, and was making rapid proficiency in knowledge. LH'E AMONG THE LOWLY. 295 Tho worthy pastor of the station, in Amherstbcrg, where George had first landed, was so much interested in the statements of Madame do Thoux and Cassy, that he yielded to the solicitations of tho former, to accompany them to Montreal, in their search,- she bearing all the expense of the expedition. ~rho scene now changes to a small, neat tenement, in the outskirts of 1\Iontreal; the time, evening. A cheerful fire bla?.cs on the hearth; a. tea.-ta.hlc, covered with a snowy c1oth, stands prepared for the evening meal. In one corner of the room wns a table CO\'Cred with a green cloth, where was an open writing-desk, pens, paper, n.nd over it a shelf of wc1lselccted books. 'l'his wa.s George's study. Tile same zeal for self-improvement, which led him to steal the much coveted arts of reading and writing, amiU all the toils and discouragements of his early life, still led him to devote all his leisure time to selfcultivation. At this present time, he is seated at the table, making notes from a volume of tho family library he has been reading. " Come, George," says Eliza, "you 've been gone aU day. Do put down that book, and let's blk, while I 'm getting tea, -do." And little Eli" seconds the effort, by toddling up to her father, and trying to pull the book out of his hand, and install herself on his knee as a substitute. " 0 , you little witch!'' says George, yielding, as, in such circumstances, man always must. "That 's right," says Eliza, as she begins to cut a loaf of bread. A little older she looks ; her form a little fuller |
