Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition
Eva And Topsy
Two or three years passed. Uncle Tom was still with Mr. St. Clare, far away from his
home. He was not really unhappy. But always in his heart was the aching longing to see
his dear ones again.
Now he began to have a new sorrow. He loved his little mistress Eva very tenderly, and
she was ill.
He saw that she was growing white and thin. She no longer ran and played in the garden
for hours together as she used to do. She was always tired now.
Miss Ophelia noticed it too, and tried to make Mr. St. Clare see it. But he would not. He
loved his little Eva so much, that he did not want to believe that anything could be the
matter with her.
Mrs. St. Clare never thought that any one, except herself, could be ill. So Eva grew daily
thinner and weaker, and Uncle Tom and Aunt Ophelia more and more sad and anxious.
But at last she became so unwell, that even Mr. St. Clare had to own that something was
wrong, and the doctor was sent for.
In a week or two she was very much better. Once more she ran about playing and
laughing, and her father was delighted. Only Miss Ophelia and the doctor sighed and
shook their heads. And little Eva herself knew; but she was not troubled. She knew she
was going to God.
'Papa' she said one day, 'there are some things I want to say to you. I want to say them
now while I am able.'
She seated herself on his knee, and laid her head on his shoulder.
'It is all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer. The time is coming when I am
going to leave you. I am going, never to come back', and Eva sobbed.
'Eva, darling, don't say such things; you are better you know.'
'No, papa, I am not any better. I know it quite well, and I am going soon.'
'And I want to go,' she went on, 'only I don't want to leave you—it almost breaks my
'Don't, Eva, don't talk so. What makes you so sad?'
'I feel sad for our poor people. I wish, papa, they were all free. Isn't there any way to have
all slaves made free?'