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stable, they may, perhaps, learn a little of his affairs. It was a decent room, con- taining a bed, a chair, and a small, rough stand, where lay Tom’s Bible and hymn- book; and where he sits, at present, with his slate before him, intent on something that seems to cost him a great deal of anxious thought. The fact was, that Tom’s home-yearnings had become so strong, that he had begged a sheet of writing-paper of Eva, and, mustering up all his small stock of literary attainment acquired by Mas’r George’s instructions, he conceived the bold idea of writing a letter; and he was busy now, on his slate, getting out his first draft. Tom was in a good deal of trouble, for the forms of some of the letters he had forgotten entirely; and of what he did remember, he did not know exactly which to use. And while he was working, and breathing very hard, in his earnest- ness, Eva alighted, like a bird, on the round of his chair behind him, and peeped over his shoulder. “O, Uncle Tom! what funny things you are making, there?” “I’m trying to write to my poor old woman, Miss Eva, and my little chil’en,” said Tom, drawing the back of his hand over his eyes; “but, somehow, I’m feard I shan’t make it out.” “I wish I could help you, Tom! I’ve learnt to write some. Last year I could make all the letters, but I’m afraid I’ve forgotten.” So Eva put her little golden head close to his, and the two commenced a grave and anxious discussion, each one equally earnest, and about equally ignorant; |
