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sit in his cheer noways, but was walkin' and stalkin' to the winders and through the porch."
" Sarves him right! " said Aunt Chloe, indignantly. " He '11 get wus nor oneasy, one of these days, if he don't mend his ways. His master '11 be sending for him, and then see how he '11 look ! "
" He '11 go to torment, and no mistake," said Kttle Jake.
" He desarves it !' said Aunt Chloe grimly; " he Js broke a many, many, many hearts, — I tell ye all! " she said stopping, with a fork uplifted in her hands; " it's like what Mas'r George reads in Ravelations, — souls a-callin' under the altar ! and a-callin' on the Lord for vengeance on sich ! — and by and by the Lord he '11 hear 'em, — so he will! "
Aunt Chloe, who was much revered in the kitchen, was listened to with open mouth; and, the dinner being now fairly sent in, the whole kitchen was at leisure to gossip with her and to listen to her remarks.
" Sich '11 be burnt up forever, and no mistake; won't ther ? " said Andy.
" I 'd be glad to see it, I '11 be boun'," said little Jake.
" Chil'en ! " said a voice, that made them all start. It was Uncle Tom, who had come in, and stood listening to the conversation at the door.
" Chil'en! " he said, " I 'm a-feared you don't know what ye 're sayin'. Forever is a dre'ful word, chil'en; it's awful to think on 't. You oughtenter wish that ar to any human crittur.".
" We would n't to anybody but the soul-drivers," said Andy; " nobody can help wishing it to them, they 's so awful wicked."
" Don't natur herself kinder cry out on 'em ?" said Aunt Chloe. " Don't dey tear der suckin' baby right off his mother's breast, and sell him, and der little children as is crying and holding on by her clothes, — don't dey pull 'em off and sells 'em ? Don't dey tear wife and hus-