530 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
At this moment, the sudden flush of strength which the joy of meeting his young master had infused into the dying man gave way. A sudden sinking fell upon him ; he closed his eyes ; and that mysterious and sublime change passed over his face, that told the approach of other worlds.
He began to draw his breath with long, deep inspirations, and his broad chest rose and fell, heavily. The expression of his face was that of a conqueror.
" Who — who — who shall separate us from the love of Christ ? " he said, in a voice that contended with mortal weakness; and, with a smile, he fell asleep.
George sat fixed with solemn awe. It seemed to him that the place was holy ; and, as he closed the lifeless eyes and rose up from the dead, only one thought possessed him, — that expressed by his simple old friend, — " What a thing it is to be a Christian! "
He turned ; Legree was standing, sullenly, behind him.
Something in that dying scene had checked the natural fierceness of youthful passion. The presence of the man was simply loathsome to George ; and he felt only an impulse to get away from him, with as few words as possible.
Fixing his keen dark eyes on Legree, he simply said, pointing to the dead, " You have got all you ever can of him. What shall I pay you for the body ? I will take it away, and bury it decently."
" 1 don't sell dead niggers," said Legree, doggedly. " You are welcome to bury him where and when you like."
"Boys," said George, in an authoritative tone, to two or three negroes, who were looking at the body, " help me lift him up, and carry him to my wagon; and get me a spade."
One of them ran for a spade; the other two assisted George to carry the body to the wagon.
George neither spoke to nor looked at Legree, who did