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It won?t help me any, to anger him ?Well, I...
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It won?t help me any, to anger him
?Well, I won?t, then, for your sake; but only to think of it?isn?t it a shame? They never sent for me, nor sent me any word, and, if it hadn?t been for Tom Lincon, I shouldn?t have heard itI tell you, I blew ?em up well, all of ?em, at home!?
?That ar wasn?t right, I?m ?feard, Mas?r George
?Can?t help it! I say it?s a shame! Look here, Uncle Tom,? said he, turning his back to the shop, and speaking in a mysterious tone, ?I?ve brought you my dollar!?
?O! I couldn?t think o? takin? on ?t, Mas?r George, no ways in the world!? said Tom, quite moved
?But you shall take it!? said George; ?look here?I told Aunt Chloe I?d do it, and she advised me just to make a hole in it, and put a string through, so you could hang it round your neck, and keep it out of sight; else this mean scamp would take it awayI tell ye, Tom, I want to blow him up! it would do me good!?
?No, don?t Mas?r George, for it won?t do me any good
?Well, I won?t, for your sake,? said George, busily tying his dollar round Tom?s neck; ?but there, now, button your coat tight over it, and keep it, and remember, every time you see it, that I?ll come down after you, and bring you backAunt Chloe and I have been talking about itI told her not to fear; I?ll see to it, and I?ll tease father?s life out, if he don?t do it
?O! Mas?r George, ye mustn?t talk so ?bout yer father!?
?Lor, Uncle Tom, I don?t mean anything bad
?And now, Mas?r George,? said Tom, ?ye must be a good boy; ?member how many hearts is sot on yeAl?ays keep close to yer motherDon?t be gettin? into any of them foolish ways boys has of gettin? too big to mind their mothersTell ye what, Mas?r George, the Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don?t give ye a mother but onceYe?ll never see sich another woman, Mas?r George, if ye live to be a hundred years oldSo, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her, thar?s my own good boy,?you will now, won?t ye??
?Yes, I will, Uncle Tom,? said George seriously
?And be careful of yer speaking, Mas?r GeorgeYoung boys, when they comes to your age, is wilful, sometimes?it is natur they should beBut real gentlemen, such as I hopes you?ll be, never lets fall on words that isn?t ?spectful to thar parentsYe an?t ?fended, Mas?r George??
?No, indeed, Uncle Tom; you always did give me good advice
?I?s older, ye know,? said Tom, stroking the boy?s fine, curly head with his large, strong hand, but speaking in a voice as tender as a woman?s, ?and I sees all that?s bound up in youO, Mas?r George, you has everything,?l?arnin?, privileges, readin?, writin?,?and you?ll grow up to be a great, learned, good man and all the people on the place and your mother and father?ll be so proud on ye! Be a good Mas?r, like yer father; and be a Christian, like yer mother?Member yer Creator in the days o? yer youth, Mas?r George
?I?ll be real good, Uncle Tom, I tell you,? said George?I?m going to be a first-rater; and don?t you be discouragedI?ll have you back to the place, yetAs I told Aunt Chloe this morning, I?ll build our house all over, and you shall have a room for a parlor with a carpet on it, when I?m a manO, you?ll have good times yet!?
Haley now came to the door, with the handcuffs in his hands
?Look here, now, Mister,? said George, with an air of great superiority, as he got out, ?I shall let father and mother know how you treat Uncle Tom!?
?You?re welcome,? said the trader
?I should think you?d be ashamed to spend all your life buying men and women, and chaining them, like cattle! I should think you?d feel mean!? said George
?So long as your grand folks wants to buy men and women, I?m as good as they is,? said Haley; ??tan?t any meaner sellin? on ?em, that ?t is buyin?!?
?I?ll never do either, when I?m a man,? said George; ?I?m ashamed, this day, that I?m a KentuckianI always was proud of it before;? and George sat very straight on his horse, and looked round with an air, as if he expected the state would be impressed with his opinion
?Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip,? said George
?Good-by, Mas?r George,? said Tom, looking fondly and admiringly at him?God Almighty bless you! Ah! Kentucky han?t got many like you!? he said, in the fulness of his heart, as the frank, boyish face was lost to his viewAway he went, and Tom looked, till the clatter of his horse?s heels died away, the last sound or sight of his homeBut over his heart there seemed to be a warm spot, where those young hands had placed that precious dollarTom put up his hand, and held it close to his heart
?Now, I tell ye what, Tom,? said Haley, as he came up to the wagon, and threw in the handcuffs, ?I mean to start fa?r with ye, as I gen?ally do with my niggers; and I?ll tell ye now, to begin with, you treat me fa?r, and I?ll treat you fa?r; I an?t never hard on my niggersCalculates to do the best for ?em I shop can
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