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Tom had been wont to put on about his stable-work, he said, liberating Tom’s hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes, “You go there, and put these on.” Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned. “Take off your boots,” said Mr. Legree. Tom did so. “There,” said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse stout shoes, such as were common among the slaves, “put these on.” In Tom’s hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished Bi- ble to his pocket. It was well he did so; for Mr. Legree, having refitted Tom’s handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pockets. He drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it into his own pocket. Several little trifles, which Tom had treasured, chiefly because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river. Tom’s Methodist hymn-book, which, in his hurry, he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over. “Humph! pious, to be sure. So, what’s yer name,- you belong to the church, eh?” “Yes, Mas’r,” said Tom, firmly. |
