Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition
7. Uncle Tom Meets Eva
Haley stayed in Washington several days. He went to market each day and bought more
slaves. He put heavy chains on their hands and feet, and sent them to prison along with
When he had bought all the slaves he wanted, and was ready to go, he drove them before
him, like a herd of cattle, on to a boat which was going south.
It was a beautiful boat. The deck was gay with lovely ladies and fine gentlemen walking
about enjoying the bright spring sunshine.
Down on the lower deck, in the dark, among the luggage, were crowded Tom and the
other poor slaves.
Some of the ladies and gentlemen on board were very sorry for the poor niggers, and
pitied them. Others never thought about them at all, or if they did, thought it was quite
just and proper that they should be treated badly. 'They are only slaves,' they said.
Among the passengers was a pretty little girl, about six years old. She had beautiful
golden hair, and big blue eyes. She ran about here, there, and everywhere, dancing and
laughing like a little fairy. There were other children on board, but not one so pretty or so
merry as she. She was always dressed in white, and Tom thought she looked like a little
angel, as she danced and ran about.
Often and often she would come and walk sadly around the place where the poor slaves
sat in their chains. She would look pityingly at them, and then go slowly away. Once or
twice she came with her dress full of sweets, nuts, and oranges, and gave them all some.
Tom watched the little lady, and tried to make friends with her. His pockets were full of
all kinds of things, with which he used to amuse his old master's children.
He could make whistles of every sort and size, cut baskets out of cherry-stones, faces out
of nut-shells, jumping figures out of bits of wood. He brought these out one by one, and
though the little girl was shy at first, they soon grew to be great friends.
'What is missy's name?' said Tom one day.
'Evangeline St. Clare,' said the little girl; 'though papa and everybody else call me Eva.
Now, what's your name?'
'My name's Tom. The little chil'en at my old home used to call me Uncle Tom.'
'Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you,' said Eva. 'So, Uncle
Tom, where are you going?'
'I don't know, Miss Eva.'
'Don't know?' said Eva.