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14 UNCLE TOM’S CABIN; OR,

him to stop, as pleasant as I could: he just kept right on. I
begged him again, and then he turned on mé, and began striking
me. I held his hand, and then he screamed, and kicked, and ran
to his father, and told him that I was fighting him. He came in
a rage, and said he’d teach me who was my master; and he tied
me to a tree, and cut switches for young master, and told him
that he might whip me till he was tired; and he did do it. It I
don’t make him remember it some time !” |

And the brow of the young man grew dark, and his eyes burned
with an expression that made his young wife tremble. ‘Who
made this man’ my master?—that’s what I want to know,” he said.

“Well,” said Eliza mournfully, “I always thought that I must
obey my master and mistress, or I couldn’t be a Christian.”

‘* There is some sense in it in your case: they have brought
you up like a child—fed you, clothed you, indulged you, and
taught you, so that you have a good education; that is some
reason why they should claim you. But I have. been kicked,
and cuffed, and sworn at, and at the best only let alone; and what
do I owe? I’ve paid for all my keeping a hundred times over.
I won't bear it—no I won't!” he said, clenching his hand, with a

- fierce frown:

Eliza trembled, and was silent. She had never seen her
husband in this mood. before; and. her gentle system of ethics
seemed to bend like a reed in the surges of such passions.

“You know poor little Carlo that you gave me ?” added George ;
“the creature has been about all the comfort that I’ve had. He
has slept with me nights, and followed me around days, and kind
0’ looked at me as if he understood how I felt. Well, the other
day I was just feeding him with a few old scraps I picked up by
the kitchen-door, and mas’r came along, and said I was feeding
him up at his expense, and that he couldn’t afford to have every
nigger keeping his dog, and ordered me to tie.a stone to his neck,
and throw him in the pond.”

“ O George, you didn’t do it?”

“Do it? not I; but he did. Mas’r and Tom pelted the poor
drowning creature with stones. Poor thing! he looked at me so
mournful; as if he wondered why I didn’t save him. 1 had to take
a flogging because I wouldn't do it myself. I don’t care; mas'r
will find out that I’m one that whipping won't tame. My day will
come yet, if he don’t look out.”

“What are you going to do? O George, don’t do anything
wicked ; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he'll deliver

ou.” ;

“T an’t a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart’s full of bitter-
ness; I can’t trust in God.’ Why does he let things be so?”

“O George, we must have faith! Mistress says that when all -
things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very
best.”