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it don’t bring him to a sense of his ways! O, I’ll reform him, up hill and down,- you’ll see. I buy him, that’s flat!” Tom had been standing wistfully examining the multitude of faces thronging around him, for one whom he would wish to call master. And if you should ever be under the necessity, sir, of selecting, out of two hundred men, one who was to become your absolute owner and disposer, you would, perhaps, realize, just as Tom did, how few there were that you would feel at all comfortable in being made over to. Tom saw abundance of men,- great, burly, gruff men; little, chirp- ing, dried men; long-favored, lank, hard men; and every variety of stubbed-look- ing, common-place men, who pick up their fellow-men as one pick up chips, putting them into the fire or a basket with equal unconcern, according to their con- venience; but he saw no St. Clare. A little before the sale commenced, a short, broad, muscular man, in a checked shirt considerably open at the bosom, and pantaloons much the worse for dirt and ware, elbowed his way through the crowd, like one who is going actively into business; and, coming up to the group, began to examine them systemati- cally. From the moment that Tom saw him approaching, he felt an immediate and revolting horror at him, that increased as he came near. He was evidently, though short, of gigantic strength. His round, bullet head, large, light-gray eyes, with their shaggy, sandy eye- brows, and stiff, wiry, sunburned hair, were rather unprepossessing items, it is to be confessed; his large, coarse mouth was distended with tobacco, the juice of |
