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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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“My name’s Tom; the little chil’en used to call me Uncle Tom, way back thar in Kentuck.” “Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you,” said Eva. “So, Uncle Tom, where are you going?” “I don’t know, Miss Eva.” “Don’t know?” said Eva. “No. I am going to be sold to somebody. I don’t know who.” “My papa can buy you,” said Eva, quickly; “and if he buys you, you will have good times. I mean to ask him to, this very day.” “Thank you, my little lady,” said Tom. The boat here stopped at a small landing to take in wood, and Eva, hearing her father’s voice, bounded nimbly away. Tom rose up, and went forward to offer his service in wooding, and soon was busy among the hands. Eva and her father were standing together by the railings to see the boat start from the landing-place, the wheel had made two or three revolutions in the water, when, by some sudden movement, the little one suddenly lost her balance, and fell sheer over the side of the boat into the water. Her father, scarce knowing what he did, was plunging in after her, but was held back by some behind him, who saw that more efficient aid had followed his child. |
