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chilly； like that of a vault。
Legree stopped at the foot of the stairs； and heard a voice singing。 It seemed strange and ghostlike in that dreary old house； perhaps because of the already tremulous state of his nerves。 Hark！ what is it？
A wild； pathetic voice； chants a hymn common among the slaves：
“O there’ll be mourning； mourning； mourning；
O there’ll be mourning； at the judgment…seat of Christ！”
“Blast the girl！” said Legree。 “I’ll choke her。—Em！ Em！” he called； harshly； but only a mocking echo from the walls answered him。 The sweet voice still sung on：
“Parents and children there shall part！
Parents and children there shall part！
Shall part to meet no more！”
And clear and loud swelled through the empty halls the refrain；
“O there’ll be mourning； mourning； mourning；
O there’ll be mourning； at the judgment…seat of Christ！”
Legree stopped。 He would have been ashamed to tell of it； but large drops of sweat stood on his forehead； his heart beat heavy and thick with fear； he even thought he saw something white rising and glimmering in the gloom before him； and shuddered to think what if the form of his dead mother should suddenly appear to him。
“I know one thing；” he said to himself； as he stumbled back in the sitting…room； and sat down； “I’ll let that fellow alone； after this！ What did I want of his cussed paper？ I b’lieve I am bewitched； sure enough！ I’ve been shivering and sweating； ever since！ Where did he get that hair？ It couldn’t have been that！ I burnt that up； I know I did！ It would be a joke； if hair could rise from the dead！”
Ah； Legree！ that golden tress was charmed； each hair had in it a spell of terror and remorse for thee； and was used by a mightier power to bind thy cruel hands from inflicting uttermost evil on the helpless！
“I say；” said Legree； stamping and whistling to the dogs； “wake up； some of you； and keep me company！” but the dogs only opened one eye at him； sleepily； and closed it again。
“I’ll have Sambo and Quimbo up here； to sing and dance one of their hell dances； and keep off these horrid notions；” said Legree； and； putting on his hat； he went on to the verandah； and blew a horn； with which he commonly summoned his two sable drivers。
Legree was often wont； when in a gracious humor； to get these two worthies into his sitting…room； and； after warming them up with whiskey； amuse himself by setting them to singing； dancing or fighting； as the humor took him。
It was between one and two o’clock at night； as Cassy was returning from her ministrations to poor Tom； that she heard the sound of wild shrieking； whooping； halloing； and singing； from the sitting…room； mingled with the barking of dogs； and other symptoms of general uproar。
She came up on the verandah steps； and looked in。 Legree and both the drivers； in a state of furious intoxication； were singing； whooping； upsetting chairs； and making all manner of ludicrous and horrid grimaces at each other。
She rested her small； slender hand on the window…blind； and looked fixedly at them；—there was a world of anguish； scorn； and fierce bitterness； in her black eyes； as she did so。 “Would it be a sin to rid the world of such a wretch？” she said to herself。
She turned hurriedly away； and； passing round to a back door； glided up stairs； and tapped at Emmeline’s door。
Chapter 36
Emmeline and Cassy
Cassy entered the room； and found Emmeline sitting； pale with fear； in the furthest corner of it。 As she came in； the girl started up nervously； but； on seeing who it was； rushed forward； and catching her arm； said； “O Cassy； is it you？ I’m so glad you’ve come！ I was afraid it was—。 O； you don’t know what a horrid noise there has been； down stairs； all this evening！”
“I ought to know；” said Cassy； dryly。 “I’ve heard it often enough。”
“O Cassy！ do tell me；—couldn’t we get away from this place？ I don’t care where；—into the swamp among the snakes；—anywhere！ Couldn’t we get somewhere away from here？”
“Nowhere； but into our graves；” said Cassy。
“Did you ever try？”
“I’ve seen enough of trying and what comes of it；” said Cassy。
“I’d be willing to live in the swamps； and gnaw the bark from trees。 I an’t afraid of snakes！ I’d rather have one near me than him；” said Emmeline； eagerly。
“There have been a good many here of your opinion；” said Cassy； “but you couldn’t stay in the swamps；—you’d be tracked by the dogs； and brought back； and then—then—”
“What would he do？” said the girl； looking； with breathless interest； into her face。
“What wouldn’t he do； you’d better ask；” said Cassy。 “He’s learned his trade well； among the pirates in the West Indies。 You wouldn’t sleep much； if I should tell you things I’ve seen；—things that he tells of； sometimes； for good jokes。 I’ve heard screams here that I haven’t been able to get out of my head for weeks and weeks。 There’s a place way out down by the quarters； where you can see a black； blasted tree； and the ground all covered with black ashes。 Ask anyone what was done there； and see if they will dare to tell you。”
“O！ what do you mean？”
“I won’t tell you。 I hate to think of it。 And I tell you； the Lord only knows what we may see tomorrow； if that poor fellow holds out as he’s begun。”
“Horrid！” said Emmeline； every drop of blood receding from her cheeks。 “O； Cassy； do tell me what I shall do！”
“What I’ve done。 Do the best you can；—do what you must；—and make it up in hating and cursing。”
“He wanted to make me drink some of his hateful brandy；” said Emmeline； “and I hate it so—”
“You’d better drink；” said Cassy。 “I hated it； too； and now I can’t live without it。 One must have something；—things don’t look so dreadful； when you take that。”
“Mother used to tell me never to touch any such thing；” said Emmeline。
“Mother told you！” said Cassy； with a thrilling and bitter emphasis on the word mother。 “What use is it for mothers to say anything？ You are all to be bought and paid for； and your souls belong to whoever gets you。 That’s the way it goes。 I say； drink brandy； drink all you can； and it’ll make things come easier。”
“O； Cassy！ do pity me！”
“Pity you！—don’t I？ Haven’t I a daughter；—Lord knows where she is； and whose she is； now；—going the way her mother went； before her； I suppose； and that her children must go； after her！ There’s no end to the curse—forever！”
“I wish I’d never been born！” said Emmeline； wringing her hands。
“That’s an old wish with me；” said Cassy。 “I’ve got used to wishing that。 I’d die； if I dared to；” she said； looking out into the darkness； with that still； fixed despair which was the habitual expression of her face when at rest。
“It would be wicked to kill one’s self；” said Emmeline。
“I don’t know why；—no wickeder than things we live and do； day after day。 But the sisters told me things； when I was in the convent； that make me afraid to die。 If it would only be the end of us； why； then—”
Emmeline turned away； and hid her face in her hands。
While this conversation was passing in the chamber； Legree； overcome with his carouse； had sunk to sleep in the room below。 Legree was not an habitual drunkard。 His coarse； strong nature craved； and could endure； a continual stimulation； that would have utterly wrecked and crazed a finer one。 But a deep； underlying spirit of cautiousness prevented his often yielding to appetite in such measure as to lose control of himself
This night； however； in his feverish efforts to banish from his mind those fearful elements of woe and remorse which woke within him； he had indulged more than common； so that； when he had discharged his sable attendants； he fell heavily on a settle in the room； and was sound asleep。
O！ how dares the bad soul to enter the shadowy world of sleep？—that land whose dim outlines lie so fearfully near to the mystic scene of retribution！ Legree dreamed。 In his heavy and feverish sleep； a veiled form stood beside him； and laid a cold； soft hand upon him。 He thought he knew who it was； and shuddered； with creeping horror； though the face was veiled。 Then he thought he felt that hair twining round his fingers； and then； that it slid smoothly round his neck； and tightened and tig