98 UNCLE TOM’S CABIN; OR,

“ Yes, certainly; poor fellow!” said the old gentleman, taking
the pin, with watery eyes, and a melancholy quiver in his voice.

«Tell her one thing,” said George, “ it’s my last wish—if she
can get to Canada, to go there. No matter how kind her mistress
is—no matter how much she loves her home; beg her not to go
back—for slavery always ends in misery. Tell her to bring up
our boy a free man, and then he won't suffer as I have. ‘Tell her
this, Mr. Wilson, will you ?”

‘Yes, George, I'll tell her; but I trust you won't die; take
heart, you're a brave fellow. Trust in the Lord, George. I wish
in my heart you were safe through, though—that’s what I do.”

«Ts there a God to trust in?” said George, in such a tone of
bitter despair as arrested the old gentleman’s words. ‘Oh, I’ve
seen things all my life that have made me feel that there can’t be
a God. You Christians don't know how these things look to us.
There’s a God for you, but is there any for us?”

“Oh, now, don't—don’t, my boy!” said the old man, almost
sobbing as he spoke; ‘don't feel so. There is—there is; clouds
and darkness are round about him, but righteousness and judg-
ment are the habitation of his throne. There’s a God, George—
believe it; trust in Him, and I’msure he'll help you. Everything
will be set right—if not in this life, in another.”

The real piety and benevolence of the simple old man invested
him with atemporary dignity and authority as he spoke. George
stopped his distracted walk up and down the room, stood thought-
fully a moment, and then said quietly—

“Thank you for saying that, my good friend ; I'll chink of that.”

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CHAPTER XII.

SELECT INCIDENT OF LAWFUL TRADE.

“In Ramah was there a voice heard—weeping, and lamentation, and great
mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted.”

Mr. Hatey and Tom jogged onward in their wagon, each, for
a time, absorbed in his own reflections. Now, the reflections of
two men sitting side by side are a curious thing—seated on the
same seat, having the same eyes, ears, hands, and organs of all
sorts, and having pass before their eyes the same objects; it is
wonderful what a variety we shall find in these same reflections !

As for example, Mr. Haley: he thought first of Tom’s length,
and breadth, and height, and what he would sell for, if he was
kept fat and in good case till he got him into market. He thought
of how he should make out his gang; he thought of the respective
market value of certain supposititious men and women and chil-