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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY            423
He was pushed from the block ; the short, bullet-headed man, seizing him roughly by the shoulder, pushed him to one side, saying, in a harsh voice, " Stand there, you ! '
Tom hardly realized anything ; but still the bidding went on, —rattling, clattering, now French, now English. Down goes the hammer again, — Susan is sold! She goes down from the block, stops, looks wistfully back, — her daughter stretches her hands towards her. She looks with agony in the face of the man who has bought her, — a respectable, middle-aged man, of benevolent countenance. " Oh, Mas'r, please do buy my daughter ! "
" I 'd like to, but I 'm afraid I can't afford it! " said the gentleman, looking, with painful interest, as the young girl mounted the block, and looked around her with a frightened and timid glance.
The. blood flushes painfully in her otherwise colorless cheek, her eye has a feverish fire, and her mother groans to see that she looks more beautiful than she ever saw her before. The auctioneer sees his advantage, and expati­ates volubly in mingled French and English, and bids rise in rapid succession.
" I '11 do anything in reason," said the benevolent-look­ing gentleman, pressing in and joining with the bids. In a few moments they have run beyond his purse. He is silent; the auctioneer grows warmer ; but bids gradually drop off. It lies now between an aristocratic old citizen and our bullet-headed acquaintance. The citizen bids for a few turns, contemptuously measuring his opponent; but the bullet-head has the advantage over him, both in ob­stinacy and concealed length of purse, and the controversy lasts but a moment; the hammer falls, — he has got the girl, body and soul, unless God help her.
Her master is Mr. Legree, who owns a cotton planta­tion on the Red River. She is pushed along into the same lot with Tom and two other men, and goes off, weep­ing as she goes.
The benevolent gentleman is sorry; but, then, the