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“Lucy；” said the woman。
“Wal； Lucy； yo my woman now。 Yo grind dis yer corn； and get my supper baked； ye har？”
“I an’t your woman； and I won’t be！” said the woman； with the sharp； sudden courage of despair； “you go long！”
“I’ll kick yo； then！” said Sambo； raising his foot threateningly。
“Ye may kill me； if ye choose；—the sooner the better！ Wish’t I was dead！” said she。
“I say； Sambo； you go to spilin’ the hands； I’ll tell Mas’r o’ you；” said Quimbo； who was busy at the mill； from which he had viciously driven two or three tired women； who were waiting to grind their corn。
“And； I’ll tell him ye won’t let the women come to the mills； yo old nigger！” said Sambo。 “Yo jes keep to yo own row。”
Tom was hungry with his day’s journey； and almost faint for want of food。
“Thar； yo！” said Quimbo； throwing down a coarse bag； which contained a peck of corn； “thar； nigger； grab； take car on ’t；—yo won’t get no more； dis yer week。”
Tom waited till a late hour； to get a place at the mills； and then； moved by the utter weariness of two women； whom he saw trying to grind their corn there； he ground for them； put together the decaying brands of the fire； where many had baked cakes before them； and then went about getting his own supper。 It was a new kind of work there；—a deed of charity； small as it was； but it woke an answering touch in their hearts；—an expression of womanly kindness came over their hard faces； they mixed his cake for him； and tended its baking； and Tom sat down by the light of the fire； and drew out his Bible；—for he had need for comfort。
“What’s that？” said one of the woman。
“A Bible；” said Tom。
“Good Lord！ han’t seen un since I was in Kentuck。”
“Was you raised in Kentuck？” said Tom； with interest。
“Yes； and well raised； too； never ’spected to come to dis yer！” said the woman； sighing。
“What’s dat ar book； any way？” said the other woman。
“Why； the Bible。”
“Laws a me！ what’s dat？” said the woman。
“Do tell！ you never hearn on ’t？” said the other woman。 “I used to har Missis a readin’ on ’t； sometimes； in Kentuck； but； laws o’ me！ we don’t har nothin’ here but crackin’ and swarin’。”
“Read a piece； anyways！” said the first woman； curiously； seeing Tom attentively poring over it。
Tom read；—“Come unto Me； all ye that labor and are heavy laden； and I will give you rest。”
“Them’s good words； enough；” said the woman； “who says ’em？”
“The Lord；” said Tom。
“I jest wish I know’d whar to find Him；” said the woman。 “I would go； ’pears like I never should get rested again。 My flesh is fairly sore； and I tremble all over； every day； and Sambo’s allers a jawin’ at me； ’cause I doesn’t pick faster； and nights it’s most midnight ’fore I can get my supper； and den ’pears like I don’t turn over and shut my eyes； ’fore I hear de horn blow to get up； and at it agin in de mornin’。 If I knew whar de Lor was； I’d tell him。”
“He’s here； he’s everywhere；” said Tom。
“Lor； you an’t gwine to make me believe dat ar！ I know de Lord an’t here；” said the woman； “’tan’t no use talking； though。 I’s jest gwine to camp down； and sleep while I ken。”
The women went off to their cabins； and Tom sat alone； by the smouldering fire； that flickered up redly in his face。
The silver； fair…browed moon rose in the purple sky； and looked down； calm and silent； as God looks on the scene of misery and oppression；—looked calmly on the lone black man； as he sat； with his arms folded； and his Bible on his knee。
“Is God Here？” Ah； how is it possible for the untaught heart to keep its faith； unswerving； in the face of dire misrule； and palpable； unrebuked injustice？ In that simple heart waged a fierce conflict； the crushing sense of wrong； the foreshadowing； of a whole life of future misery； the wreck of all past hopes； mournfully tossing in the soul’s sight； like dead corpses of wife； and child； and friend； rising from the dark wave； and surging in the face of the half…drowned mariner！ Ah； was it easy here to believe and hold fast the great password of Christian faith； that “God IS； and is the REWARDER of them that diligently seek Him”？
Tom rose； disconsolate； and stumbled into the cabin that had been allotted to him。 The floor was already strewn with weary sleepers； and the foul air of the place almost repelled him； but the heavy night…dews were chill； and his limbs weary； and； wrapping about him a tattered blanket； which formed his only bed…clothing； he stretched himself in the straw and fell asleep。
In dreams； a gentle voice came over his ear； he was sitting on the mossy seat in the garden by Lake Pontchartrain； and Eva； with her serious eyes bent downward； was reading to him from the Bible； and he heard her read。
“When thou passest through the waters； I will be with thee； and the rivers they shall not overflow thee； when thou walkest through the fire； thou shalt not be burned； neither shall the flame kindle upon thee； for I am the Lord thy God； the Holy One of Israel； thy Saviour。”
Gradually the words seemed to melt and fade； as in a divine music； the child raised her deep eyes； and fixed them lovingly on him； and rays of warmth and comfort seemed to go from them to his heart； and； as if wafted on the music； she seemed to rise on shining wings； from which flakes and spangles of gold fell off like stars； and she was gone。
Tom woke。 Was it a dream？ Let it pass for one。 But who shall say that that sweet young spirit； which in life so yearned to comfort and console the distressed； was forbidden of God to assume this ministry after death？
It is a beautiful belief；
That ever round our head
Are hovering； on angel wings；
The spirits of the dead。
1 Ps。 74：20。
2 “Jerusalem； my happy home；” anonymous hymn dating from the latter part of the sixteenth century； sung to the tune of “St。 Stephen。” Words derive from St。 Augustine’s Meditations。
Chapter 33
Cassy
“And behold； the tears of such as were oppressed； and they had no comforter； and on the side of their oppressors there was power； but they had no comforter。”—Ecoml。 4：1
It took but a short time to familiarize Tom with all that was to be hoped or feared in his new way of life。 He was an expert and efficient workman in whatever he undertook； and was； both from habit and principle； prompt and faithful。 Quiet and peaceable in his disposition； he hoped； by unremitting diligence； to avert from himself at least a portion of the evils of his condition。 He saw enough of abuse and misery to make him sick and weary； but he determined to toil on； with religious patience； committing himself to Him that judgeth righteously； not without hope that some way of escape might yet be opened to him。
Legree took a silent note of Tom’s availability。 He rated him as a first…class hand； and yet he felt a secret dislike to him；—the native antipathy of bad to good。 He saw； plainly； that when； as was often the case； his violence and brutality fell on the helpless； Tom took notice of it； for； so subtle is the atmosphere of opinion； that it will make itself felt； without words； and the opinion even of a slave may annoy a master。 Tom in various ways manifested a tenderness of feeling； a commiseration for his fellow…sufferers； strange and new to them； which was watched with a jealous eye by Legree。 He had purchased Tom with a view of eventually making him a sort of overseer； with whom he might； at times； intrust his affairs； in short absences； and； in his view； the first； second； and third requisite for that place； was hardness。 Legree made up his mind； that； as Tom was not hard to his hand； he would harden him forthwith； and some few weeks after Tom had been on the place； he determined to commence the process。
One morning； when the hands were mustered for the field； Tom noticed； with surprise； a new comer among them； whose appearance excited his attention。 It was a woman； tall and slenderly formed； with remarkably delicate hands and feet； and dressed in neat and respectable garments。 By the appearance of her face； she might have been between thirty…five and forty； and it was a face that； once seen； could never be forgotten；—one of those that； at a glance； seem to convey to us an idea of a wild