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window, towards a small back building. A man, in leather apron and very dirty hands, appeared at the door. “I say, Sol,” said the woman, “is that ar man going to tote them bar’ls over to- night.” “He said he should try, if ‘twas any way prudent,” said the man. “There’s a man a piece down here, that’s going over with some truck this eve- ning, if he dur’s to; he’ll be in here to supper to-night, so you’d better set down and wait. That’s a sweet little fellow,” added the woman, offering him a cake. But the child, wholly exhausted, cried with weariness. “Poor fellow! he isn’t used to walking, and I’ve hurried him on so,” said Eliza. “Well, take him into this room,” said the woman, opening into a small bed- room, where stood a comfortable bed. Eliza laid the weary boy upon it, and held his hands in hers till he was fast asleep. For her there was no rest. As a fire in her bones, the thought of the pursuer urged her on; and she gazed with longing eyes on the sullen, surging waters that lay between her and liberty. Here we must take our leave of her for the present, to follow the course of her pursuers. Though Mrs. Shelby had promised that the dinner should be hurried on the ta- ble, yet it was soon seen, as the thing has often been seen before, that it required more than one to make a bargain. So although the order was fairly given out in Haley’s hearing, and carried to Aunt Chloe by at least half a dozen juvenile mes- |
