Uncle Tom's Cabin HTML version

Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, after their protracted discussion of the night before, did not readily
sink to repose, and, in consequence, slept somewhat later than usual, the ensuing
"I wonder what keeps Eliza," said Mrs. Shelby, after giving her bell repeated pulls, to no
Mr. Shelby was standing before his dressing-glass, sharpening his razor; and just then the
door opened, and a colored boy entered, with his shaving-water.
"Andy," said his mistress, "step to Eliza's door, and tell her I have rung for her three
times. Poor thing!" she added, to herself, with a sigh.
Andy soon returned, with eyes very wide in astonishment.
"Lor, Missis! Lizy's drawers is all open, and her things all lying every which way; and I
believe she's just done clared out!"
The truth flashed upon Mr. Shelby and his wife at the same moment. He exclaimed,
"Then she suspected it, and she's off!"
"The Lord be thanked!" said Mrs. Shelby. "I trust she is."
"Wife, you talk like a fool! Really, it will be something pretty awkward for me, if she is.
Haley saw that I hesitated about selling this child, and he'll think I connived at it, to get
him out of the way. It touches my honor!" And Mr. Shelby left the room hastily.
There was great running and ejaculating, and opening and shutting of doors, and
appearance of faces in all shades of color in different places, for about a quarter of an
hour. One person only, who might have shed some light on the matter, was entirely silent,
and that was the head cook, Aunt Chloe. Silently, and with a heavy cloud settled down
over her once joyous face, she proceeded making out her breakfast biscuits, as if she
heard and saw nothing of the excitement around her.
Very soon, about a dozen young imps were roosting, like so many crows, on the verandah
railings, each one determined to be the first one to apprize the strange Mas'r of his ill
"He'll be rael mad, I'll be bound," said Andy.
"Won't he swar!" said little black Jake.