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heart； and he came to see me alone； a great many times； and finally persuaded me to tell him。 He bought me； at last； and promised to do all he could to find and buy back my children。 He went to the hotel where my Henry was； they told him he had been sold to a planter up on Pearl river； that was the last that I ever heard。 Then he found where my daughter was； an old woman was keeping her。 He offered an immense sum for her； but they would not sell her。 Butler found out that it was for me he wanted her； and he sent me word that I should never have her。 Captain Stuart was very kind to me； he had a splendid plantation； and took me to it。 In the course of a year； I had a son born。 O； that child！—how I loved it！ How just like my poor Henry the little thing looked！ But I had made up my mind；—yes； I had。 I would never again let a child live to grow up！ I took the little fellow in my arms； when he was two weeks old； and kissed him； and cried over him； and then I gave him laudanum； and held him close to my bosom； while he slept to death。 How I mourned and cried over it！ and who ever dreamed that it was anything but a mistake； that had made me give it the laudanum？ but it’s one of the few things that I’m glad of； now。 I am not sorry； to this day； he； at least； is out of pain。 What better than death could I give him； poor child！ After a while； the cholera came； and Captain Stuart died； everybody died that wanted to live；—and I；—I； though I went down to death’s door；—I lived！ Then I was sold； and passed from hand to hand； till I grew faded and wrinkled； and I had a fever； and then this wretch bought me； and brought me here；—and here I am！”
The woman stopped。 She had hurried on through her story； with a wild； passionate utterance； sometimes seeming to address it to Tom； and sometimes speaking as in a soliloquy。 So vehement and overpowering was the force with which she spoke； that； for a season； Tom was beguiled even from the pain of his wounds； and； raising himself on one elbow； watched her as she paced restlessly up and down； her long black hair swaying heavily about her； as she moved。
“You tell me；” she said； after a pause； “that there is a God；—a God that looks down and sees all these things。 May be it’s so。 The sisters in the convent used to tell me of a day of judgment； when everything is coming to light；—won’t there be vengeance； then！
“They think it’s nothing； what we suffer；—nothing； what our children suffer！ It’s all a small matter； yet I’ve walked the streets when it seemed as if I had misery enough in my one heart to sink the city。 I’ve wished the houses would fall on me； or the stones sink under me。 Yes！ and； in the judgment day； I will stand up before God； a witness against those that have ruined me and my children； body and soul！
“When I was a girl； I thought I was religious； I used to love God and prayer。 Now； I’m a lost soul； pursued by devils that torment me day and night； they keep pushing me on and on—and I’ll do it； too； some of these days！” she said； clenching her hand； while an insane light glanced in her heavy black eyes。 “I’ll send him where he belongs；—a short way； too；—one of these nights； if they burn me alive for it！” A wild； long laugh rang through the deserted room； and ended in a hysteric sob； she threw herself on the floor； in convulsive sobbing and struggles。
In a few moments； the frenzy fit seemed to pass off； she rose slowly； and seemed to collect herself。
“Can I do anything more for you； my poor fellow？” she said； approaching where Tom lay； “shall I give you some more water？”
There was a graceful and compassionate sweetness in her voice and manner； as she said this； that formed a strange contrast with the former wildness。
Tom drank the water； and looked earnestly and pitifully into her face。
“O； Missis； I wish you’d go to him that can give you living waters！”
“Go to him！ Where is he？ Who is he？” said Cassy。
“Him that you read of to me；—the Lord。”
“I used to see the picture of him； over the altar； when I was a girl；” said Cassy； her dark eyes fixing themselves in an expression of mournful reverie； “but； he isn’t here！ there’s nothing here； but sin and long； long； long despair！ O！” She laid her land on her breast and drew in her breath； as if to lift a heavy weight。
Tom looked as if he would speak again； but she cut him short； with a decided gesture。
“Don’t talk； my poor fellow。 Try to sleep； if you can。” And； placing water in his reach； and making whatever little arrangements for his comforts she could； Cassy left the shed。
Chapter 35
The Tokens
“And slight； withal； may be the things that bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside forever； it may be a sound；
A flower； the wind； the ocean； which shall wound；—
Striking the electric chain wherewith we’re darkly bound。”
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage； Can。 4。
The sitting…room of Legree’s establishment was a large； long room； with a wide； ample fireplace。 It had once been hung with a showy and expensive paper； which now hung mouldering； torn and discolored； from the damp walls。 The place had that peculiar sickening； unwholesome smell； compounded of mingled damp； dirt and decay； which one often notices in close old houses。 The wall…paper was defaced； in spots； by slops of beer and wine； or garnished with chalk memorandums； and long sums footed up； as if somebody had been practising arithmetic there。 In the fireplace stood a brazier full of burning charcoal； for； though the weather was not cold； the evenings always seemed damp and chilly in that great room； and Legree； moreover； wanted a place to light his cigars； and heat his water for punch。 The ruddy glare of the charcoal displayed the confused and unpromising aspect of the room；—saddles； bridles； several sorts of harness； riding…whips； overcoats； and various articles of clothing； scattered up and down the room in confused variety； and the dogs； of whom we have before spoken； had encamped themselves among them； to suit their own taste and convenience。
Legree was just mixing himself a tumbler of punch； pouring his hot water from a cracked and broken…nosed pitcher； grumbling； as he did so；
“Plague on that Sambo； to kick up this yer row between me and the new hands！ The fellow won’t be fit to work for a week； now；—right in the press of the season！”
“Yes； just like you；” said a voice； behind his chair。 It was the woman Cassy； who had stolen upon his soliloquy。
“Hah！ you she…devil！ you’ve come back； have you？”
“Yes； I have；” she said； coolly； “come to have my own way； too！”
“You lie； you jade！ I’ll be up to my word。 Either behave yourself； or stay down to the quarters； and fare and work with the rest。”
“I’d rather； ten thousand times；” said the woman； “live in the dirtiest hole at the quarters； than be under your hoof！”
“But you are under my hoof； for all that；” said he； turning upon her； with a savage grin； “that’s one comfort。 So； sit down here on my knee； my dear； and hear to reason；” said he； laying hold on her wrist。
“Simon Legree； take care！” said the woman； with a sharp flash of her eye； a glance so wild and insane in its light as to be almost appalling。 “You’re afraid of me； Simon；” she said； deliberately； “and you’ve reason to be！ But be careful； for I’ve got the devil in me！”
The last words she whispered in a hissing tone； close to his ear。
“Get out！ I believe； to my soul； you have！” said Legree； pushing her from him； and looking uncomfortably at her。 “After all； Cassy；” he said； “why can’t you be friends with me； as you used to？”
“Used to！” said she； bitterly。 She stopped short；—a word of choking feelings； rising in her heart； kept her silent。
Cassy had always kept over Legree the kind of influence that a strong； impassioned woman can ever keep over the most brutal man； but； of late； she had grown more and more irritable and restless； under the hideous yoke of her servitude； and her irritability； at times； broke out into raving insanity； and this liability made her a sort of object of dread to Legree； who had that superstitious horror of insane persons which is common to coarse and uninstructed minds。 When Legree brought Emmeline to the house； all the smouldering embers of womanly feeling flashed up in the worn heart of Cassy； and she took part with the girl； and a fierce quarrel ensued between her and Legree。 Legree； in a fury； swore she should be put to field service； if she would not be peaceable。 Cassy； with proud scorn； declared she would go to the field。 And she worked there one day； as we have described； to show how perfectly she scorned the threat。
Legree was secretly uneasy； all day； for Cassy had an influence over him from which he could not free himself。 When she presented her basket at the scales； he had hoped for some concession； and addressed her in a sort of half conciliatory； half scornful tone； and she had answered with the bitterest contempt。
The outrageous treatment of poor Tom had roused her still more； and she had followed Legree to the house； with no particular intention； but to upbraid him for his brutality。
“I wish； Cassy；” said Legree； “you’d behave yourself decently。”
“You talk about behaving decently！ And what have you been doing？—you； who haven’t even sense enough to keep from spoiling one of your best hands； right in the most pressing season； just for your devilish temper！”
“I was a fool； it’s a fact； to let any such brangle come up；” said Legree； “but； when the boy set up his will； he had to be broke in。”
“I reckon you won’t break him in！”
“Won’t I？” said Legree； rising； passionately。 “I’d like to know if I won’t？ He’ll be the first nigger that ever came it round me！ I’ll break every bone in his body； but he shall give up！”
Just then the door opened； and Sambo entered。 He came forward； bowing； and holding out something in a paper。
“What’s that； you dog？” said Legree。
“It’s a witch thing； Mas’r！”
“A what？”
“Something that niggers gets from witches。 Keeps ’em from feelin’ when they ’s flogged。 He had it tied round his neck； with a black string。”
Legree； like most godless and cruel men； was superstitious。 He took the paper； and opened it uneasily。
There dropped out of it a silver dollar； and a long； shining curl of fair hair；—hair which； like a living thing； twined itself round Legree’s fingers。
“Damnation！” he screamed； in sudden passion； stamping on the floor； and pulling furiously at the hair； as if it burned him。 “Where did this come from？ Take it off！—burn it up！—burn it up！” he screamed； tearing it off； and throwing it into the charcoal。 “What did you bring it to me for？”
Sambo stood； with his heavy mouth wide open； and aghast with wonder； and Cassy； who was preparing to leave the apartment； stopped； and looked at him in perfect amazement。
“Don’t you bring me any more of your devilish things！” said he； shaking his fist at Sambo； who retreated hastily towards the door； and； picking up the silver dollar； he sent it smashing through the window…pane； out into the darkness。
Sambo was glad to make his escape。 When he was gone； Legree seemed a little ashamed of his fit of alarm。 He sat doggedly down in his chair； and began sullenly sipping his tumbler of punch。
Cassy prepared herself for going out； unobserved by him； and slipped away to minister to poor Tom； as we have already related。
And what was the matter with Legree？ and what was there in a simple curl of fair hair to appall that brutal man； familiar with every form of cruelty？ To answer this； we must carry the reader backward in his history。 Hard and reprobate as the godless man seemed now； there had been a time when he had been rocked on the bosom of a mother；—cradled with prayers and pious hymns；—his now seared brow bedewed with the waters of holy baptism。 In early childhood； a fair…haired woman had led him； at the sound of Sabbath bell； to worship and to pray。 Far in New England that mother had trained her only son； with long； unwearied love； and patient prayers。 Born of a hard…tempered sire； on whom that gentle woman had wasted a world of unvalued love； Legree had followed in the steps of his father。 Boisterous； unruly； and tyrannical； he despised all her counsel； and would none of her reproof； and； at an early age； broke from her； to seek his fortunes at sea。 He never came home but once； after； and then； his mother； with the yearning of a heart that must love something； and has nothing else to love； clung to him； and sought； with passionate prayers and entreaties； to win him from a life of sin； to his soul’s eternal good。
That was Legree’s day of grace； then good angels called him； then he was almost persuaded； and mercy held him by the hand。 His heart inly relented；—there was a conflict；—but sin got the victory； and he set all the force of his rough nature against the conviction of his conscience。 He drank and swore；—was wilder and more brutal than ever。 And； one night； when his mother； in the last agony of her despair； knelt at his feet； he spurned her from him；—threw her senseless on the floor； and； with brutal curses； fled to his ship。 The next Legree heard of his mother was； when； one night； as he was carousing among drunken companions； a letter was put into his hand。 He opened it； and a lock of long； curli