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Very many years ago, instead of having servants to
wait upon them and work for them, people used to have
slaves. These slaves were paid no wages. Their mas-
ters gave them only food and clothes in return for their

When any one wanted servants he went to market to
buy them, just as nowadays we buy horses and cows, or
even tables and chairs.

If the poor slaves were bought by kind people they
would be quite happy, work willingly for their masters
and mistresses, and even love them. But often cruel peo-
ple bought slaves and used to beat them and be unkind
to them in many ways.

Uncle Tom was a slave, and a faithful and honest
servant. His master, Mr. Shelby, was kind to him.
Uncle Tom's wife was called Aunt Chloe. She was
Mr. Shelby's head cook. Nobody in all the country
round could make such delicious pies and cakes as
Aunt Chloe.

Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe lived together in a pretty
little cottage built of wood, quite close to Mr. Shelby's
big house.

The little cottage was covered with climbing roses,
and the garden was full of beautiful bright flowers and
lovely fruit trees.

Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe lived happily for many
years in their little cottage, or cabin, as it was called.
All day Uncle Tom used to work in the field, while
Aunt Chloe was busy in the kitchen at Mr. Shelby's


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house. When evening came they both went home to
their cottage and their children, and were merry to-

Uncle Tom was very fond of his children and liked
to amuse them. He would toss the baby at arm's length
until she crowed and clapped her hands with delight,
while Aunt Chloe looked on with beaming face.

Mr. Shelby was a good man, and kind to his slaves,
but he was not very careful of his money. When he
had spent all he had he did not know what to do to get
more. At last he borrowed money from a man called
Haley, hoping to be able to pay it back again some day.

But that day never came. Haley grew impatient, and
said, "If you don't pay what you owe me, I will take
your house and lands, and sell them to pay myself all
the money I have lent to you."

So Mr. Shelby sold everything he could spare and
gathered money together in every way he could think
of, but still there was not enough.

Then Haley said, "Give me that slave of yours called
Tom he is worth a lot of money."

But Mr. Shelby knew that Haley was not a nice
man, and did not want Tom for a servant, but only
wanted to sell him again, to make more money. So Mr.
Shelby said, "No, I can't do that. I never mean to sell
any of my slaves, least of all Tom. He has been with
me since he was a little boy."

"Oh, very well," said Haley, "I shall sell your house
and lands, as I said I should."

Mr. Shelby could not bear to think of that, so he
agreed to let Haley have Tom. He made him promise,
however, not to sell Tom again except to a kind master.

"Very well," said Haley, "but Tom isn't enough. I
must have another slave."

Just at this moment a little boy came dancing into
the room where Mr. Shelby and Haley were talking.

He was a pretty, merry little fellow, the son of a slave
called Eliza, who was Mrs. Shelby's maid.

"There now," said Haley, "give me that little chap,

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as well as Tom, and we will say no more about the
money you owe me."

"I can't," said Mr. Shelby. "My wife is very fond
of Eliza, and would never hear of having Harry sold."

"Oh, very well," said Haley once more, "I must just
sell your house."

So again Mr. Shelby gave in, and Haley went away
with the promise that next morning Uncle Tom and
little Harry should be given to him, to be his slaves.

Mr. Shelby was very unhappy because of what he
had done. He knew his wife would be very unhappy
too, and did not like to tell her.

He had to do it that night, however, before she went
to bed.

Mrs. Shelby could hardly believe it. "Oh, you do
not mean this," she said. "You must not sell our good
Tom and dear little Harry. Do anything rather than
that. It is a wicked, wicked thing to do."

"There is nothing else I can do," said Mr. Shelby "I
have sold everything I can think of, and at any rate now
that Haley has set his heart on having Tom and Harry,
he would not take anything or anybody instead."

Eliza was sitting in the next room. The door was
not quite closed, so she could not help hearing what
was said. As she listened she grew pale and cold and
a terrible look of pain came into her face.

Eliza's husband was called George, and was a slave
too. He did not belong to Mr. Shelby, but to another
man, who had a farm quite near. George and Eliza
could not live together as a husband and wife generally
do. Indeed, they hardly ever saw each other. George's
master was a cruel man, and would not let him come to
see his wife. He was so cruel, and beat George so dread-
fully, that the poor slave made up his mind to run away.
He had come that very day to tell Eliza about it.

When Mr. and Mrs. Shelby stopped talking, Eliza
crept to her own room. Little Harry was asleep.

Taking a piece of paper and a pencil, she wrote

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'Oh, missis 1 dear missis! don't think me ungrateful
don't think hard of me, anyway! I heard all you and
master said to-night. I am going to try to save my boy
you will not blame me ! God bless and reward you
for all your kindness!"

Eliza was going to run away, so she gathered a few
of Harry's clothes into a bundle, put on her hat and
jacket, and aroused Harry, who was rather frightened
at being waked in the middle of the night, and seeing
his mother bending over him, with her hat and jacket on.

"What is the matter, mother?" he said, beginning to

"Hush," she said, "Harry mustn't cry or speak aloud,
or they will hear us. A wicked man was coming to take
little Harry away from his mother, and carry him 'way
off in the dark. But mother won't let him. She's going
to put on her little boy's cap and coat, and run off with
him, so the ugly man can't catch him."

Harry stopped crying at once, and was good and quiet
as a little mouse, while his mother dressed him. When
he was ready, she lifted him in her arms, and crept
softly out of the house.

It was a beautiful, clear, starlight night, but very cold,
for it was winter-time. Eliza ran quickly to Uncle
Tom's cottage, and tapped on the window.

Aunt Chloe jumped up at once, and opened the door.
She was very much astonished to see Eliza standing
there with Harry in her arms. Uncle Tom followed her
to the door, and was very much astonished too.

"I'm running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe
carrying off my child," said Eliza. "Master sold him."

"Sold him?" they both echoed, lifting up their hands
in dismay.

"Yes, sold him," said Eliza. "I heard master tell
missis that he had sold my Harry, and you. Uncle
Tom. The man is coming to take you away to-morrow."

At first Tom could hardly believe what he heard.
Then he sank down, and buried his face in his hands.

"The good Lord have pity on us!" said Aunt Chloe.


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"What has Tom done that master should sell him?"

"He hasn't done anything it isn't for that. Master
don't want to sell; but he owes this man money. If he
doesn't pay him it will end in his having to sell the
house and all the slaves. Master said he was sorry. But
missis she talked like an angel. I'm a wicked girl to
leave her so, but I can't help it. It must be right; but
if it an't right, the good Lord will forgive me, for I
can't help doing it."

"Tom," said Aunt Chloe, "why don't you go too?
There's time."

Tom slowly raised his head and looked sorrowfully
at her.

"No, no," he said. "Let Eliza go. It is right that
she should try to save her boy. Mas'r has always trusted
me, and I can't leave him like that. It is better for me
to go alone than for the whole place to be sold. Mas'r
isn't to blame, Chloe. He will take care of you and the
poor "

Tom could say no more. Big man though he was, he
burst into tears, at the thought of leaving his wife and
dear little children, never to see them any more.

"Aunt Chloe," said Eliza, in a minute or two, "I
must go. I saw my husband to-day. He told me he
meant to run away soon, because his master is so cruel
to him. Try to send him a message from me. Tell
him I have run away to save our boy. Tell him to come
after me if he can. Good-bye, God bless you I"

Then Eliza went out again into the dark night with
her little boy in her arms, and Aunt Chloe shut the
door softly behind her.



Next morning, when it was discovered that Eliza had
run away with her little boy, there was great excitement
and confusion all over the house.

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Mrs. Shelby was very glad. "Thank God !" she said.
I could not bear to think of Harry being sold to that
cruel man."

Mr. Shelby was angry. "Haley knew I didn't want
to sell the child," he said. "He will blame me for this."

One person only was quite silent, and that was Aunt
Chloe. She went on making the breakfast as if she
heard and saw nothing of the excitement round her.

All the little black boys belonging to the house
thought it was fine fun. Very soon, about a dozen young
imps were roosting, like so many crows, on the railings,
waiting for Haley to come. They wanted to see how
angry he would be, when he heard the news.

And he was dreadfully angry. The little nigger boys
thought it was grand. They shouted and laughed and
made faces at him until he started for them with his big
whip when they all tumbled off the rail together and
scampered away.

At last Haley became so angry, that Mr. Shelby
offered to give him two men to help him find Eliza.

But these two men, Sam and Andy, knew quite well
that Mrs. Shelby did not want Eliza to be caught, so
they tarried as much as possible.

When at last they did start, Sam led them by a wrong
road. So the sun was almost setting before they arrived
at the village where Haley hoped to find Eliza.

When Eliza left Uncle Tom's cabin, she felt very sad
and lonely. She knew she was leaving all the friends
she had ever had.

Harry dropped his little weary head upon her shoul-
der, and was soon fast asleep.

Eliza walked on and on, never resting, all through
the night. When the sun rose, she was many miles away
from her old home. Still she walked on, only stopping,
in the middle of the day, to buy a little dinner for her-
self and Harry at a farm-house.

When it was nearly dark, she arrived at a village, on

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the banks of the Ohio river. If she could only get
across that river, Eliza felt she would be safe.

She went to a little inn on the bank, where a kind-
looking woman was busy cooking supper.

"Is there a boat that takes people across the river
now?" she asked.

"No, indeed," replied the woman. "The boats has
stopped running. It isn't safe, there be too many blocks
of ice floating about."

Eliza looked so sad and disappointed when she heard
this, that the good woman was sorry for her. Harry too
was tired, and began to cry.

"Here, take him into this room," said the woman,
opening the door into a small bedroom.

Eliza laid him upon the bed, and he soon fell asleep.
But for her there was no rest. She stood at the window,
watching the river with its great floating blocks of ice,
wondering how she could cross it.

As she stood there she heard a shout. Looking up she
saw Sam. She drew back just in time, for Haley and
Andy were riding only a yard or two behind him.

It was a dreadful moment for Eliza. Her room
opened by a side door to the river. She seized her child
and sprang down the steps towards it.

Haley caught sight of her as she disappeared down
the bank. Throwing himself from his horse, and calling
loudly to Sam and Andy, he was after her in a moment.

In that terrible moment her feet scarcely seemed to
touch the ground. The next, she was at the water's edge.

On they came behind her. With one wild cry and
flying leap, she jumped over the water by the shore, on to
the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate leap. Haley,
Sam, and Andy cried out, and lifted up their hands in

The great piece of ice pitched and creaked as her
weight came upon it. But she stayed there not a mo-
ment. With wild cries she leaped to another and still

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another stumbling leaping slipping springing up
again 1

Her shoes were gone, her stockings cut from her feet
by the sharp edges of the ice. Blood marked every step.
'But she knew nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a
dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her
up the bank.

"You're a right brave gal," said the man. "Go there,"
pointing to a big white house close by. "They are kind
folks ; they'll help you."

On the other side of the river Haley was standing per-
fectly amazed at the scene. When Eliza disappeared
over the bank he turned and looked at Sam and Andy,
with terrible anger in his eyes.

"Good evening, mas'r," said Sam. "I berry much
'spect missis be anxious 'bout us. Mas'r Haley won't
want us no longer." Then off they went as fast as their
horses 'could gallop.

It was late at night before they reached home again,
but Mrs. Shelby was waiting for them. So Sam went
up and told the wonderful story of how Eliza had
crossed the river on the floating ice. Mr. and Mrs.
Shelby found it hard to believe that such a thing was

Mrs. Shelby was very, very glad that Eliza had
escaped. She told Aunt Chloe to give Sam and Andy
a specially good supper. Then they went to bed, quite
pleased with their day's work.



A lady and gentleman were sitting talking happily
together in the drawing-room of the white house to
which Eliza had gone. Suddenly their old black man-
of-all-work put his head in at the door and said, "Will
missis come into the kitchen?"

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The lady went. Presently she called her husband.

There lay Eliza on two kitchen chairs. Her poor feet
were all cut and bleeding, and she had fainted.

The old man had Harry on his knee, and was busy
pulling off his shoes and stockings, to warm the little
cold feet.

"Poor creature," said the lady.

Suddenly Eliza opened her eyes. A dreadful look of
pain came into her face. She sprang up saying, "Oh,
my Harry, have they got him?"

As soon as he heard her voice, Harry jumped from
the old man's knee, and running to her side, put up his

"Oh, he's here ! he's here," she said, kissing him. "Oh,
ma'am," she went on, turning wildly to the lady of the
house, "do protect us, don't let them get him."

"Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman," said the
lady. "You are safe; don't be afraid."

"God bless you," said Eliza sobbing and crying as
she told them of her misfortune.

Eliza wanted to go to Canada, because it belonged
to the British. They did not allow any one to be made
a slave there. George, too, was going to try to reach

"Wife," said the gentleman, when they had gone back
again into their own sitting-room, "we must get that poor
woman away to-night. She is not safe here.

So this kind p-entleman got the carriage ready, and
drove Eliza and her boy a long, long way, through the
dark night, to a cottage far in the country. There he
left her with a good man and his wife, who promised to
be kind to her, and help her to go to Canada. He gave
some money to the good man too, and told him to use
it for Eliza.

Kind people helped her all the way. She passed
from friend to friend, till she arrived safely at a village
where the people were Quakers.

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The Quakers were gentle, quiet people. They all
dressed alike in plain grey clothes, and the women wore
big, white muslin caps. Because they thought it was
wicked to have slaves, they helped those who ran away
from their cruel masters. Often they were punished
for doing this, but still they went on helping the poor
slaves. For though the laws said it was wrong, they
felt quite sure that it was really right to do so.

The kind Quaker women grew to be very fond of
Eliza, and would have been glad if she would have
stayed with them.

But Eliza said, u No, I must go on; I dare not stop.
I can't sleep at night: I can't rest. Last night I
dreamed I saw that man come into the yard."

"Poor child," said Rachel, the kind Quaker woman
to whom she was speaking, "thee musn't feel so. No
slave that has run away has ever been stolen from our
village. It is safe here."

While they were talking, Simeon, Rachel's husband,
came to the door and called, "Wife, I want to speak to
thee a minute."

Rachel went out to him. "Eliza's husband is here,"
he said.

"Art thee sure?" asked Rachel, her face bright with

"Yes, quite certain; he will be here soon. Will thee
tell her?"

Rachel went back into the kitchen, where Eliza was
sewing, and, opening the door of a small bedroom, said
gently, "Come in here with me, my daughter; I have
news to tell thee."

Eliza rose trembling, she was so afraid it was bad

"No, no! never fear thee. It's good news, Eliza,"
said Simeon.

Rachel shut the door, and drew Eliza towards her.
"The Lord has been very good to thee," she said gently.

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"Thy husband hath escaped and will be here to-night."

"To-night!" repeated Eliza, "to-night!"

Then it seemed as if the room and everything in it
swam round her, and she fell into Rachel's arms.

Very gently Rachel laid her down on the bed. Eliza
slept as she had not slept since the dreadful night when
she had taken her boy and run away through the cold,
dark night.

She dreamed she heard her husband's footstep. She
felt him coming nearer. His arms were round her, his
tears falling upon her face, and she awoke.

It was no dream. The sun had set, the candles were
lit. Harry was sleeping by her side, and George, her
husband, was holding her in his arms.

The two had much to say to each other. George told
how he had escaped from his cruel master, and how he
had followed Eliza all the way and at last found her.
Then there were plans to make for going on towards
Canada. The pursuers are hard after thee, we must
not delay," said Simeon.

So George and Eliza decided to start as soon as it
was dark. A little while after supper they drove off in-
a covered wagon.

On and on, all through the dark night they drove
They reached the wharf the next day and went aboard
the boat for Canada.

After a ride of a day and a night, they were landed on
the shore, and stood still till the boat had started again.
At last they were free.

Then with tears of joy, the husband and wife, with
their wondering little boy in their arms, knelt down
and lifted up their hearts to God.

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The day after the hunt for Eliza was a very sad one
in Uncle Tom's cabin. It was the day on which Haley
was going to take Uncle Tom away.

Aunt Chloe had been up very early. She had washed
and ironed all Tom's clothes, and packed his trunk
neatly. Now she was cooking the breakfast, the last
breakfast she would ever cook for her dear husband.
Her eyes were quite red and swollen with crying, and
the tears kept running down her cheeks all the time.

"It's the last time," said Tom sadly.

Aunt Chloe could not answer. She sat down, buried
her face in her hands, and sobbed aloud.

"S'pose we must be resigned. But, O Lord, how can
I? If I knew anything where you was goin', or how
they'd treat you! Missis says she'll try and buy you
back again in a year or two. But, Lor', nobody never
comes back that goes down there."

"There'll be the same God there, Chloe, that there is

"Well," said Aunt Chloe, "s'pose dere will. But the
Lord lets drefful things happen sometimes. I don't
seem to get no comfort dat way."

"Let's think on our mercies," said Tom, in a shaking

"Mercies!" said Aunt Chloe, "don't see any mercies
in 't. It isn't right! it isn't right it should be so! Mas'r
never ought to have left it so that ye could be took for
his debts. Mebbe he can't help himself now, but I feel
it's wrong. Nothing can beat that out of me. Such a
faithful crittur as yeVe been, reckonin' on him more
than your own wife and chiPen."

"Chloe! now, if ye love me, you won't talk so, when


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it is perhaps jest the last time we'll ever have together,"
said Tom.

"Wall, anyway, there's wrong about it somewhere,"
said Aunt Chloe, "I can't jest make out where 'tis. But
there is wrong somewhere, I'm sure of that."

Neither Tom nor Chloe could eat any breakfast ; their
hearts were too full of sorrow. But the little children,
who hardly understood what was happening, enjoyed
theirs. It was not often that they had such a fine one as
Chloe had cooked for Tom's last morning at home.

Breakfast was just finished, when Mrs. Shelby came.
Chloe was not very pleased to see her. She was angry,
and blamed her for letting Tom be sold.

But Mrs. Shelby did not seem to see Aunt Chloe's
angry looks. "Tom," she said, turning to him, "I come
to " she could say no more, she was crying so bitterly.

Then all Aunt Chloe's anger faded away.

"L<?r', now, missis, don't don't," she said. She too
burst out crying again, and for a few minutes they all
sobbed together.

"Tom," said Mrs. Shelby at last, "I can't do anything
for you now. But I promise you, most solemnly, to save
as much money as I can. As soon as I have enough, I
will buy you back again."

Just then Haley arrived. Tom said a last sad good-
bye to his wife and children, and got into the cart with

As soon as Tom was seated in the cart, Haley took a
heavy chain, and fastened it round his ankles. Poor
Tom had done nothing wrong, yet he was treated worse
than a thief, just because he was a slave.

"Please give my love to Mas'r George," said Tom,
looking round sadly. "Tell him how sorry I am he is
not at home to say good-bye."

Master George was Mr. and Mrs. Shelby's son. He
was very fond of Tom, and was teaching him to write.
He often used to come and have tea in Uncle Tom's little
cottage. Aunt Chloe used to make her very nicest cakes

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when Mas'r George came to tea. But he was not at
home now, and did not know that Tom had been sold.

Haley whipped up the horse, and, with a last sad look
at the old place, Tom was whirled away.

They had rattled along the dusty road for about a
mile, when Haley pulled up at a blacksmith's shop.
He got out to have something done to a pair of hand-
cuffs, leaving Tom in the cart.

Tom was sitting there, very mournfully, when sud-
denly he heard the quick, short click of a horse's hoofs
behind him. Almost before he knew what was happen-
ing, George Shelby sprang into the cart. He threw his
arms round Tom's neck, sobbing and scolding.

"Oh, Mas'r George, this does me good," said Tom.
"I couldn't bear to go off without seein' ye. It does me
real good, ye can't tell."

Here Tom made a movement with his feet, and
George's eyes fell on the chains.

"What a shame," he cried. "I'll knock that old fel-
low down, I will."

"No, you won't, Mas'r George ; and you must not talk
so loud. It won't help me any, to anger him."

"Well, I won't then, for your sake. But it's a shame."
They never sent for me, nor sent me word. If it hadn't
been for Tom Lincoln, I shouldn't have heard of it."

"Look here, Uncle Tom," said he, turning his back to
the shop, and speaking in a mysterious tone, "I've
brought you my dollar."

"Oh, I couldn't think of takin' it, Mas'r George, no-
ways in the world," said Tom.

"But you shall take it," said George. "I told Aunt
Chloe I'd do it. She advised me to make a hole in it,

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