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The cruel taunt was more than hunger and cold and nakedness. Tom was si- lent. “You were a fool,” said Legree; “for I meant to do well by you, when I bought you. You might have been better off than Sambo, or Quimbo either, and had easy times; and, instead of getting cut up and thrashed, every day or two, ye might have had liberty to lord it round, and cut up the other niggers; and ye might have had, now and then, a good warming of whiskey punch. Come, Tom, don’t you think you’d better be reasonable!- heave that ar old pack of trash in the fire, and join my church!” “The Lord forbid!” said Tom, fervently. “You see the Lord an’t going to help you; if He had been, he wouldn’t have let me get you! This yer religion is all a mess of lying trumpery, Tom. I know all about it. Ye’d better hold to me; I’m somebody, and can do something!” “No, Mas’r,” said Tom; “I’ll hold on. The Lord may help me, or not help; but I’ll hold to Him, and believe Him to the last!” “The more fool you!” said Legree, spitting scornfully at him, and spurning him with his foot. “Never mind, I’ll chase you down, yet, and bring you under,- you’ll see!” and Legree turned away. When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible, there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight; and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a re- |
