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ith the vision of Jesus and heaven but just a step beyond； but； when he was gone； and the present excitement passed off； came back the pain of his bruised and weary limbs；—came back the sense of his utterly degraded； hopeless； forlorn estate； and the day passed wearily enough。
Long before his wounds were healed； Legree insisted that he should be put to the regular field…work； and then came day after day of pain and weariness； aggravated by every kind of injustice and indignity that the ill…will of a mean and malicious mind could devise。 Whoever； in our circumstances； has made trial of pain； even with all the alleviations which； for us； usually attend it； must know the irritation that comes with it。 Tom no longer wondered at the habitual surliness of his associates； nay； he found the placid； sunny temper； which had been the habitude of his life； broken in on； and sorely strained； by the inroads of the same thing。 He had flattered himself on leisure to read his Bible； but there was no such thing as leisure there。 In the height of the season； Legree did not hesitate to press all his hands through； Sundays and week…days alike。 Why shouldn’t he？—he made more cotton by it； and gained his wager； and if it wore out a few more hands； he could buy better ones。 At first； Tom used to read a verse or two of his Bible； by the flicker of the fire； after he had returned from his daily toil； but； after the cruel treatment he received； he used to come home so exhausted； that his head swam and his eyes failed when he tried to read； and he was fain to stretch himself down； with the others； in utter exhaustion。
Is it strange that the religious peace and trust； which had upborne him hitherto； should give way to tossings of soul and despondent darkness？ The gloomiest problem of this mysterious life was constantly before his eyes；—souls crushed and ruined； evil triumphant； and God silent。 It was weeks and months that Tom wrestled； in his own soul； in darkness and sorrow。 He thought of Miss Ophelia’s letter to his Kentucky friends； and would pray earnestly that God would send him deliverance。 And then he would watch； day after day； in the vague hope of seeing somebody sent to redeem him； and； when nobody came； he would crush back to his soul bitter thoughts；—that it was vain to serve God； that God had forgotten him。 He sometimes saw Cassy； and sometimes； when summoned to the house； caught a glimpse of the dejected form of Emmeline； but held very little communion with either； in fact； there was no time for him to commune with anybody。
One evening； he was sitting； in utter dejection and prostration； by a few decaying brands； where his coarse supper was baking。 He put a few bits of brushwood on the fire； and strove to raise the light； and then drew his worn Bible from his pocket。 There were all the marked passages； which had thrilled his soul so often；—words of patriarchs and seers； poets and sages； who from early time had spoken courage to man；—voices from the great cloud of witnesses who ever surround us in the race of life。 Had the word lost its power； or could the failing eye and weary sense no longer answer to the touch of that mighty inspiration？ Heavily sighing； he put it in his pocket。 A coarse laugh roused him； he looked up；—Legree was standing opposite to him。
“Well； old boy；” he said； “you find your religion don’t work； it seems！ I thought I should get that through your wool； at last！”
The cruel taunt was more than hunger and cold and nakedness。 Tom was silent。
“You were a fool；” said Legree； “for I meant to do well by you； when I bought you。 You might have been better off than Sambo； or Quimbo either； and had easy times； and； instead of getting cut up and thrashed； every day or two； ye might have had liberty to lord it round； and cut up the other niggers； and ye might have had； now and then； a good warming of whiskey punch。 Come； Tom； don’t you think you’d better be reasonable？—heave that ar old pack of trash in the fire； and join my church！”
“The Lord forbid！” said Tom； fervently。
“You see the Lord an’t going to help you； if he had been； he wouldn’t have let me get you！ This yer religion is all a mess of lying trumpery； Tom。 I know all about it。 Ye’d better hold to me； I’m somebody； and can do something！”
“No； Mas’r；” said Tom； “I’ll hold on。 The Lord may help me； or not help； but I’ll hold to him； and believe him to the last！”
“The more fool you！” said Legree； spitting scornfully at him； and spurning him with his foot。 “Never mind； I’ll chase you down； yet； and bring you under；—you’ll see！” and Legree turned away。
When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible； there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight； and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage。 So was it now with Tom。 The atheistic taunts of his cruel master sunk his before dejected soul to the lowest ebb； and； though the hand of faith still held to the eternal rock； it was a numb； despairing grasp。 Tom sat； like one stunned； at the fire。 Suddenly everything around him seemed to fade； and a vision rose before him of one crowned with thorns； buffeted and bleeding。 Tom gazed； in awe and wonder； at the majestic patience of the face； the deep； pathetic eyes thrilled him to his inmost heart； his soul woke； as； with floods of emotion； he stretched out his hands and fell upon his knees；—when； gradually； the vision changed： the sharp thorns became rays of glory； and； in splendor inconceivable； he saw that same face bending compassionately towards him； and a voice said； “He that overcometh shall sit down with me on my throne； even as I also overcome； and am set down with my Father on his throne。”
How long Tom lay there； he knew not。 When he came to himself； the fire was gone out； his clothes were wet with the chill and drenching dews； but the dread soul…crisis was past； and； in the joy that filled him； he no longer felt hunger； cold； degradation； disappointment； wretchedness。 From his deepest soul； he that hour loosed and parted from every hope in life that now is； and offered his own will an unquestioning sacrifice to the Infinite。 Tom looked up to the silent； ever…living stars；—types of the angelic hosts who ever look down on man； and the solitude of the night rung with the triumphant words of a hymn； which he had sung often in happier days； but never with such feeling as now：
“The earth shall be dissolved like snow；
The sun shall cease to shine；
But God； who called me here below；
Shall be forever mine。
“And when this mortal life shall fail；
And flesh and sense shall cease；
I shall possess within the veil
A life of joy and peace。
“When we’ve been there ten thousand years；
Bright shining like the sun；
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun。”
Those who have been familiar with the religious histories of the slave population know that relations like what we have narrated are very common among them。 We have heard some from their own lips； of a very touching and affecting character。 The psychologist tells us of a state； in which the affections and images of the mind become so dominant and overpowering； that they press into their service the outward imagining。 Who shall measure what an all…pervading Spirit may do with these capabilities of our mortality； or the ways in which He may encourage the desponding souls of the desolate？ If the poor forgotten slave believes that Jesus hath appeared and spoken to him； who shall contradict him？ Did He not say that his； mission； in all ages； was to bind up the broken…hearted； and set at liberty them that are bruised？
When the dim gray of dawn woke the slumberers to go forth to the field； there was among those tattered and shivering wretches one who walked with an exultant tread； for firmer than the ground he trod on was his strong faith in Almighty； eternal love。 Ah； Legree； try all your forces now！ Utmost agony； woe； degradation； want； and loss of all things； shall only hasten on the process by which he shall be made a king and a priest unto God！
From this time； an inviolable sphere of peace encompassed the low