Uncle Tom's Cabin & The Key to Uncle Tom's Cabin. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу

IX. MODERATE CORRECTION AND ACCIDENTAL DEATH— STATE v. CASTLEMAN.CHAPTER X. PRINCIPLES ESTABLISHED—STATE v. LEGREE; A CASE NOT IN THE BOOKS.CHAPTER XI. THE TRIUMPH OF JUSTICE OVER LAW.CHAPTER XII. A COMPARISON OF THE ROMAN LAW OF SLAVERY WITH THE AMERICAN.CHAPTER XIII. THE MEN BETTER THAN THEIR LAWS.CHAPTER XIV. THE HEBREW SLAVE-LAW COMPARED WITH THE AMERICAN SLAVE-LAW.CHAPTER XV. SLAVERY IS DESPOTISM.CHAPTER I. DOES PUBLIC OPINON PROTECT THE SLAVE?CHAPTER II. PUBLIC OPINION FORMED BY EDUCATION.CHAPTER III. SEPARATION OF FAMILIES.CHAPTER IV. THE SLAVE-TRADE.CHAPTER V. SELECT INCIDENTS OF LAWFUL TRADE, OR FACTS STRANGER THAN FICTION.CHAPTER VI.CHAPTER VII.CHAPTER VIII. KIDNAPPING.CHAPTER IX. SLAVES AS THEY ARE, ON TESTIMONY OF OWNERS.CHAPTER X. "POOR WHITE TRASH."

        PART IV. CHAPTER I. THE INFLUENCE OF THE AMERICAN CHURCH ON SLAVERY. CHAPTER II. CHAPTER III. MARTYRDOM. CHAPTER IV. SERVITUDE IN THE PRIMITIVE CHURCH COMPARED WITH AMERICAN SLAVERY. CHAPTER V. CHAPTER VI. CHAPTER VII. CHAPTER VIII. CHAPTER IX. IS THE SYSTEM OF RELIGION WHICH IS TAUGHT THE SLAVE THE GOSPEL? CHAPTER X. WHAT IS TO BE DONE?

       Uncle Tom’s Cabin

      By Harriet Beecher Stowe

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      VOLUME I

CHAPTER I

      In Which the Reader Is Introduced to a Man of Humanity

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      Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P——, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.

      For convenience sake, we have said, hitherto, two gentlemen. One of the parties, however, when critically examined, did not seem, strictly speaking, to come under the species. He was a short, thick-set man, with coarse, commonplace features, and that swaggering air of pretension which marks a low man who is trying to elbow his way upward in the world. He was much over-dressed, in a gaudy vest of many colors, a blue neckerchief, bedropped gayly with yellow spots, and arranged with a flaunting tie, quite in keeping with the general air of the man. His hands, large and coarse, were plentifully bedecked with rings; and he wore a heavy gold watch-chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,—which, in the ardor of conversation, he was in the habit of flourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction. His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray's Grammar,* and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.

      * English Grammar (1795), by Lindley Murray (1745-1826), the

      most authoritative American grammarian of his day.

      His companion, Mr. Shelby, had the appearance of a gentleman; and the arrangements of the house, and the general air of the housekeeping, indicated easy, and even opulent circumstances. As we before stated, the two were in the midst of an earnest conversation.

      "That is the way I should arrange the matter," said Mr. Shelby.

      "I can't make trade that way—I positively can't, Mr. Shelby," said the other, holding up a glass of wine between his eye and the light.

      "Why, the fact is, Haley, Tom is an uncommon fellow; he is certainly worth that sum anywhere,—steady, honest, capable, manages my whole farm like a clock."

      "You mean honest, as niggers go," said Haley, helping himself to a glass of brandy.

      "No; I mean, really, Tom is a good, steady, sensible, pious fellow. He got religion at a camp-meeting, four years ago; and I believe he really did get it. I've trusted him, since then, with everything I have,—money, house, horses,—and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything."

      "Some folks don't believe there is pious niggers Shelby," said Haley, with a candid flourish of his hand, "but I do. I had a fellow, now, in this yer last lot I took to Orleans—'t was as good as a meetin, now, really, to hear that critter pray; and he was quite gentle and quiet like. He fetched me a good sum, too, for I bought him cheap of a man that was 'bliged to sell out; so I realized six hundred on him. Yes, I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger, when it's the genuine article, and no mistake."

      "Well, Tom's got the real article, if ever a fellow had," rejoined the other. "Why, last fall, I let him go to Cincinnati alone, to do business for me, and bring home five hundred dollars. 'Tom,' says I to him, 'I trust you, because I think you're a Christian—I know you wouldn't cheat.' Tom comes back, sure enough; I knew he would. Some low fellows, they say, said to him—Tom, why don't you make tracks for Canada?' 'Ah, master trusted me, and I couldn't,'—they told me about it. I am sorry to part with Tom, I must say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the debt; and you would, Haley, if you had any conscience."

      "Well, I've got just as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep,—just a little, you know, to swear by, as 't were," said the trader, jocularly; "and, then, I'm ready to do anything in reason to 'blige friends; but this yer, you see, is a leetle too hard on a fellow—a leetle too hard." The trader sighed contemplatively, and poured out some more brandy.

      "Well, then, Haley, how will you trade?" said Mr. Shelby, after an uneasy interval of silence.

      "Well, haven't you a boy or gal that you could throw in with Tom?"

      "Hum!—none that I could well spare; to tell the truth, it's only hard necessity makes me willing to sell at all. I don't like parting with any of my hands, that's a fact."

      Here the door opened, and a small quadroon