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ate his acquaintance； in which design she was seconded by the graces of her little girl； who was about as pretty a plaything as ever diverted the weariness of a fortnight’s trip on a steamboat。
George’s chair was often placed at her state…room door； and Cassy； as she sat upon the guards； could hear their conversation。
Madame de Thoux was very minute in her inquiries as to Kentucky； where she said she had resided in a former period of her life。 George discovered； to his surprise； that her former residence must have been in his own vicinity； and her inquiries showed a knowledge of people and things in his vicinity； that was perfectly surprising to him。
“Do you know；” said Madame de Thoux to him； one day； “of any man； in your neighborhood； of the name of Harris？”
“There is an old fellow； of that name； lives not far from my father’s place；” said George。 “We never have had much intercourse with him； though。”
“He is a large slave…owner； I believe；” said Madame de Thoux； with a manner which seemed to betray more interest than she was exactly willing to show。
“He is；” said George； looking rather surprised at her manner。
“Did you ever know of his having—perhaps； you may have heard of his having a mulatto boy； named George？”
“O； certainly；—George Harris；—I know him well； he married a servant of my mother’s； but has escaped； now； to Canada。”
“He has？” said Madame de Thoux； quickly。 “Thank God！”
George looked a surprised inquiry； but said nothing。
Madame de Thoux leaned her head on her hand； and burst into tears。
“He is my brother；” she said。
“Madame！” said George； with a strong acoment of surprise。
“Yes；” said Madame de Thoux； lifting her head； proudly； and wiping her tears； “Mr。 Shelby； George Harris is my brother！”
“I am perfectly astonished；” said George； pushing back his chair a pace or two； and looking at Madame de Thoux。
“I was sold to the South when he was a boy；” said she。 “I was bought by a good and generous man。 He took me with him to the West Indies； set me free； and married me。 It is but lately that he died； and I was going up to Kentucky； to see if I could find and redeem my brother。”
“I heard him speak of a sister Emily； that was sold South；” said George。
“Yes； indeed！ I am the one；” said Madame de Thoux；—“tell me what sort of a—”
“A very fine young man；” said George； “notwithstanding the curse of slavery that lay on him。 He sustained a first rate character； both for intelligence and principle。 I know； you see；” he said； “because he married in our family。”
“What sort of a girl？” said Madame de Thoux； eagerly。
“A treasure；” said George； “a beautiful； intelligent； amiable girl。 Very pious。 My mother had brought her up； and trained her as carefully； almost； as a daughter。 She could read and write； embroider and sew； beautifully； and was a beautiful singer。”
“Was she born in your house？” said Madame de Thoux。
“No。 Father bought her once； in one of his trips to New Orleans； and brought her up as a present to mother。 She was about eight or nine years old； then。 Father would never tell mother what he gave for her； but； the other day； in looking over his old papers； we came across the bill of sale。 He paid an extravagant sum for her； to be sure。 I suppose； on acomount of her extraordinary beauty。”
George sat with his back to Cassy； and did not see the absorbed expression of her countenance； as he was giving these details。
At this point in the story； she touched his arm； and； with a face perfectly white with interest； said； “Do you know the names of the people he bought her of？”
“A man of the name of Simmons； I think； was the principal in the transaction。 At least； I think that was the name on the bill of sale。”
“O； my God！” said Cassy； and fell insensible on the floor of the cabin。
George was wide awake now； and so was Madame de Thoux。 Though neither of them could conjecture what was the cause of Cassy’s fainting； still they made all the tumult which is proper in such cases；—George upsetting a wash…pitcher； and breaking two tumblers； in the warmth of his humanity； and various ladies in the cabin； hearing that somebody had fainted； crowded the state…room door； and kept out all the air they possibly could； so that； on the whole； everything was done that could be expected。
Poor Cassy！ when she recovered； turned her face to the wall； and wept and sobbed like a child；—perhaps； mother； you can tell what she was thinking of！ Perhaps you cannot；—but she felt as sure； in that hour； that God had had mercy on her； and that she should see her daughter；—as she did； months afterwards；—when—but we anticipate。
1 Hamlet； Act I； scene 1； lines 115…116
Chapter 43
Results
The rest of our story is soon told。 George Shelby； interested； as any other young man might be； by the romance of the incident； no less than by feelings of humanity； was at the pains to send to Cassy the bill of sale of Eliza； whose date and name all corresponded with her own knowledge of facts； and felt no doubt upon her mind as to the 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 the singular coincidence of their fortunes； proceeded immediately to Canada； and began a tour of inquiry among the stations； where the numerous fugitives from slavery are located。 At Amherstberg they found the missionary with whom George and Eliza had taken shelter； on their first arrival in Canada； and through him were enabled to trace the family to Montreal。
George and Eliza had now been five years free。 George had found constant ocomupation 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。
The worthy pastor of the station； in Amherstberg； where George had first landed； was so much interested in the statements of Madame de Thoux and Cassy； that he yielded to the solicitations of the former； to acomompany them to Montreal； in their search；—she bearing all the expense of the expedition。
The scene now changes to a small； neat tenement； in the outskirts of Montreal； the time； evening。 A cheerful fire blazes on the hearth； a tea…table； covered with a snowy cloth； stands prepared for the evening meal。 In one corner of the room was a table covered with a green cloth； where was an open writing…desk； pens； paper； and over it a shelf of well…selected books。
This was George’s study。 The same zeal for self…improvement； which led him to steal the much coveted arts of reading and writing； amid all the toil and discouragements of his early life； still led him to devote all his leisure time to self…cultivation。
At this present time； he is seated at the table； making notes from a volume of the family library he has been reading。
“Come； George；” says Eliza； “you’ve been gone all day。 Do put down that book； and let’s talk； while I’m getting tea；—do。”
And little Eliza 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。
“O； 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； her air more matronly than of yore； but evidently contented and happy as woman need be。
“Harry； my boy； how did you come on in that sum； today？” says George； as he laid his land on his son’s head。
Harry has lost his long curls； but he can never lose those eyes and eyelashes； and that fine； bold brow； that flushes with triumph； as he answers； “I did it； every bit of it； myself； father； and nobody helped me！”
“That’s right；” says his father； “depend on yourself； my son。 You have a better chance than ever your poor father had。”
At this moment； there is a rap at the door； and Eliza goes and opens it。 The delighted—“Why！ this you？”—calls up her husband； and the good pastor of Amherstberg is welcomed。 There are two more women with him； and Eliza asks