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and to-night ye may jest as well begin to get yer hand in. Now, ye jest take this yer gal and flog her; ye’ve seen enough on’t to know how.” “I beg Mas’r’s pardon,” said Tom; “hopes Mas’r won’t set me at that. It’s what I an’t used to,- never did,- and can’t do no way possible.” “Ye’ll larn a pretty smart chance of things ye never did know, before I’ve done with ye!” said Legree, taking up a cowhide, and striking Tom a heavy blow across the cheek, and following up the infliction by a shower of blows. “There!” he said, as he stopped to rest; “now, will ye tell me ye can’t do it? “Yes, Mas’r,” said Tom, putting up his hand, to wipe the blood, that trickled down his face. “I’m willin’ to work, night and day, and work while there’s life and breath in me; but this yer thing I can’t feel it right to do;- and, Mas’r, I never shall do it,- never!” Tom had a remarkably smooth, soft voice, and a habitually respectful manner, that had given Legree an idea that he would be cowardly, and easily subdued. When he spoke these last words, a thrill of amazement went through every one; the poor woman clasped her hands, and said, “O Lord!” and every one involuntar- ily looked at each other and drew in their breath as if to prepare for the storm that was about to burst. Legree looked stupefied and confounded; but at last burst forth,- “What! ye blasted black beast! tell me ye don’t think it light to do what I tell ye! What have any of you cussed cattle to do with thinking what’s right? I’ll put a |
