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“I hid myself behind the curtains when Missis was talking with the lawyer. In a few days we shall all be sent off to auction, Tom.” “The Lord’s will be done!” said Tom, folding his arms and sighing heavily. “We’ll never get another such a master,” said Adolph, apprehensively; “but I’d rather be sold than take my chance under Missis.” Tom turned away; his heart was full. The hope of liberty, the thought of dis- tant wife and children, rose up before his patient soul, as to the mariner ship- wrecked almost in port rises the vision of the church-spire and loving roofs of his native village, seen over the top of some black wave only for one last farewell. He drew his arms tightly over his bosom, and choked back the bitter tears, and tried to pray. The poor old soul had such a singular, unaccountable prejudice in fa- vor of liberty, that it was a hard wrench for him; and the more he said, “Thy will be done,” the worse he felt. He sought Miss Ophelia, who, ever since Eva’s death, had treated him with marked and respectful kindness. “Miss Feely,” he said, “Mas’r St. Clare promised me my freedom. He told me that he had begun to take it out for me; and now, perhaps, if Miss Feely would be good enough to speak about it to Missis, she would feel like goin’ on with it, as it was Mas’r St. Clare’s wish.” “I’ll speak for you, Tom, and do my best,” said Miss Ophelia; “but, if it de- pends on Mrs. St. Clare, I can’t hope much for you,- nevertheless, I will try.” |
