Uncle tom's cabin - online children's book

Complete unabridged version in one volume

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search

Share page  

Previous Contents Next

were induced to brave the perils of escape, in almost every case, by the desperate horror with which they re­garded being sold South, — a doom which was hanging either over themselves or their husbands, their wives or children. This nerves the African, naturally patient, timid, and unenterprising, with heroic courage, and leads him to suffer hunger, cold, pain, the perils of the wilder­ness, and the more dread penalties of recapture.
The simple morning meal now smoked on the table, for Mrs. Shelby had excused Aunt Chloe's attendance at the great house that morning. The poor soul had expended all her little energies on this farewell feast, — had killed and dressed her choicest chicken, and prepared her corn-cake with scrupulous exactness, just to her husband's taste, and brought out certain mysterious jars on the man­tel-piece, some preserves that were never produced except on extreme occasions.
" Lor, Pete," said Mose, triumphantly, " han't we got a buster of a breakfast! " at the same time catching at a fragment of the chicken.
Aunt Chloe gave him a sudden box on the ear. " Thar now! crowing over the last breakfast yer poor daddy 's gwine to have to home ! "
" Oh, Chloe! " said Tom, gently.
" Wall, I can't help it," said Aunt Chloe, hiding her face in her apron ; " I 's so tossed about, it makes me act
The boys stood quite still, looking first at their father and then at their mother, while the baby, climbing up her clothes, began an imperious, commanding cry.
"Thar ! " said Aunt Chloe, wiping her eyes and taking up the baby ; " now I's done, I hope, — now do eat some­thing. This yer 's my nicest chicken. Thar, boys, ye shall have some, poor critturs ! Yer mammy 's been cross to yer."
The boys needed no second invitation, and went in with great zeal for the eatables; and it was well they did so, as