_Uncle Tom's Cabin_ is the title of an American work, respecting which
it is alleged that fifty thousand copies, weighing fifty-five tons,
were disposed of in the short period of eight weeks. So high a degree
of popularity could not rest on an insufficient foundation.[2] The
book is a species of novel or story, designed to portray in vivid
colours negro-life in the slave states of America; and such is the
graphic and truth-like way in which the authoress, Harriet Beecher
Stowe, has strung the whole together, that the production has not only
enlisted the sympathy of the Abolitionists, but roused something like
a sense of shame in the holders of slaves--hitherto impervious to all
remonstrance on the subject. A cheap London reprint of this somewhat
interesting book enables us to give a slight sketch of its character.
Uncle Tom is a middle-aged negro slave, on the farm of a Mr Shelby, in
Kentucky; he has learned to read, is pious and exemplary, and his hut
is resorted to for edification by old and young in the neighbourhood.
Tom is married, has several children, and is highly trustworthy.
Between his family and that of his owner there is an agreeable
intercourse, and to all appearance he is likely to live and die on the
estate; but his master falls into pecuniary difficulties; becomes
indebted to a wretch, Haley, a dealer in slaves from the south; and he
is obliged to part with so much live property to wipe out his
obligations. It is arranged that Tom must go, and along with him a
young female slave, Eliza, almost white, who is married, and has
hitherto acted as lady's-maid to Mrs Shelby. Eliza's pretty boy,
Harry, makes up the lot. The first point of interest in the narrative
turns on Eliza and her child; and we cannot do better than allow the
authoress to enter on the history of this unfortunate female slave and
her husband. It is said to be drawn from the life.
'Eliza had been brought up by her mistress from girlhood as a petted
and indulged favourite. The traveller in the south must often have
remarked that peculiar air of refinement, that softness of voice and
manner, which seems in many cases to be a particular gift to the
quadroon and mulatto women. These natural graces in the quadroon are
often united with beauty of the most dazzling kind, and in almost
every case with a personal appearance prepossessing and agreeable.
Eliza, such as we have described her, is not a fancy sketch, but taken
from remembrance, as we saw her years ago in Kentucky. Safe under the
protecting care of her mistress, Eliza had reached maturity without
those temptations which make beauty so fatal an inheritance to a
slave. She had been married to a bright and talented young mulatto
man, who was a slave on a neighbouring estate, and bore the name of
George Harris.
'This young man had been hired out by his master to work in a bagging
factory, where his adroitness and ingenuity caused him to be
considered the first hand in the place. He had invented a machine for
the cleaning of the hemp, which, considering the education and
circumstances of the inventor, displayed quite as much mechanical
genius as Whitney's cotton-gin. He was possessed of a handsome person
and pleasing manners, and was a general favourite in the factory.
Nevertheless, as this young man was in the eye of the law not a man,
but a thing, all these superior qualifications were subject to the
control of a vulgar, narrow-minded, tyrannical master. This same
gentleman, having heard of the fame of George's invention, took a ride
over to the factory, to see what this intelligent chattel had been
about. He was received with great enthusiasm by the employer, who
congratulated him on possessing so valuable a slave. He was waited
upon over the factory, shewn the machinery by George, who, in high
spirits, talked so fluently, held himself so erect, looked so handsome
and manly, that his master began to feel an uneasy consciousness of
inferiority. What business had his slave to be marching round the
country, inventing machines, and holding up his head among gentlemen?
He'd soon put a stop to it. He'd take him back, and put him to hoeing
and digging, and "see if he'd step about so smart." Accordingly, the
manufacturer and all hands concerned were astounded when he suddenly
demanded George's wages, and announced his intention of taking him
home.
"But, Mr Harris," remonstrated the manufacturer, "isn't this rather
sudden?"
"What if it is? Isn't the man _mine_?"
"We would be willing, sir, to increase the rate of compensation."
"No object at all, sir. I don't need to hire any of my hands out,
unless I've a mind to."
"But, sir, he seems peculiarly adapted to this business."
"Daresay he may be; never was much adapted to anything that I set him
about, I'll be bound."
"But only think of his inventing this machine," interposed one of the
workmen, rather unluckily.
"O yes!--a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be
bound; let a nigger alone for that any time. They are all
labour-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall
tramp!"
'George had stood like one transfixed at hearing his doom thus
suddenly pronounced by a power that he knew was irresistible. He
folded his arms, tightly pressed in his lips, but a whole volcano of
bitter feelings burned in his bosom, and sent streams of fire through
his veins. He breathed short, and his large dark eyes flashed like
live coals; and he might have broken out into some dangerous
ebullition, had not the kindly manufacturer touched him on the arm,
and said, in a low tone: "Give way, George: go with him for the
present. We'll try to help you yet."
'The tyrant observed the whisper, and conjectured its import, though
he could not hear what was said; and he inwardly strengthened himself
in his determination to keep the power he possessed over his victim.
George was taken home, and put to the meanest drudgery of the farm. He
had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing
eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language
that could not be repressed--indubitable signs, which shewed too
plainly that the man could not become a thing.
'It was during the happy period of his employment in the factory that
George had seen and married his wife. During that period--being much
trusted and favoured by his employer--he had free liberty to come and
go at discretion. The marriage was highly approved of by Mrs Shelby,
who, with a little womanly complacency in match-making, felt pleased
to unite her handsome favourite with one of her own class, who seemed
in every way suited to her; and so they were married in her mistress's
great parlour, and her mistress herself adorned the bride's beautiful
hair with orange-blossoms, and threw over it the bridal veil, which
certainly could scarce have rested on a fairer head; and there was no
lack of white gloves, and cake and wine--of admiring guests to praise
the bride's beauty, and her mistress's indulgence and liberality. For
a year or two, Eliza saw her husband frequently, and there was nothing
to interrupt their happiness, except the loss of two infant children,
to whom she was passionately attached, and whom she mourned with a
grief so intense as to call for gentle remonstrance from her mistress,
who sought, with maternal anxiety, to direct her naturally passionate
feelings within the bounds of reason and religion.
'After the birth of little Harry, however, she had gradually become
tranquillised and settled; and every bleeding tie and throbbing nerve,
once more entwined with that little life, seemed to become sound and
healthful; and Eliza was a happy woman up to the time that her husband
was rudely torn from his kind employer, and brought under the iron
sway of his legal owner.
'The manufacturer, true to his word, visited Mr Harris a week or two
after George had been taken away, when, as he hoped, the heat of the
occasion had passed away, and tried every possible inducement to lead
him to restore him to his former employment.
"You needn't trouble yourself to talk any longer," said he doggedly;
"I know my own business, sir."
"I did not presume to interfere with it, sir. I only thought that you
might think it for your interest to let your man to us on the terms
proposed."
"Oh, I understand the matter well enough. I saw your winking and
whispering the day I took him out of the factory; but you don't come
it over me that way. It's a free country, sir; the man's _mine_, and I
do what I please with him--that's it."
'And so fell George's last hope: nothing before him but a life of toil
and drudgery, rendered more bitter by every little smarting vexation
and indignity which tyrannical ingenuity could devise.' One day George
visited his wife in a distracted state of feeling. '"I have been
careful, and I have been patient," said he; "but it's growing worse
and worse: flesh and blood can't bear it any longer. Every chance he
can get to insult and torment me, he takes. I thought I could do my
work well, and keep on quiet, and have some time to read and learn out
of work-hours; but the more he sees I can do, the more he loads on. He
says that though I don't say anything, he sees I've got the devil in
me, and he means to bring it out; and one of these days it will come
out in a way that he wont like, or I'm mistaken."
"O dear! what shall we do?" said Eliza mournfully.
"It was only yesterday," said George, "as I was busy loading stones
into a cart, that young Mas'r Tom stood there, slashing his whip so
near the horse, that the creature was frightened. I asked him to stop,
as pleasant as I could: he just kept right on. I begged him again, and
then he turned on me, and began striking me. I held his hand, and then
he screamed, and kicked, and ran to his father, and told him that I
was fighting him. He came in a rage, and said he'd teach me who was my
master; and he tied me to a tree, and cut switches for young master,
and told him that he might whip me till he was tired; and he did do
it. If I don't make him remember it some time!" And the brow of the
young man grew dark, and his eyes burned with an expression that made
his young wife tremble. "Who made this man my master--that's what I
want to know?" he said.
"Well," said Eliza mournfully, "I always thought that I must obey my
master and mistress, or I couldn't be a Christian."
"There is some sense in it, in your case: they have brought you up
like a child--fed you, clothed you, indulged you, and taught you, so
that you have a good education--that is some reason why they should
claim you. But I have been kicked, and cuffed, and sworn at, and at
the best only let alone; and what do I owe? I've paid for all my
keeping a hundred times over. I _won't_ bear it--no, I _won't_!" he
said, clenching his hand with a fierce frown.
'Eliza trembled, and was silent. She had never seen her husband in
this mood before, and her gentle system of ethics seemed to bend like
a reed in the surges of such passions.'
The end of this is, that George absconds, and is followed by his wife
and child, for she had overheard the bargain as to her transfer, and
was resolved to gain her liberty or die in the attempt. She leaves the
house stealthily at night, with her boy in her arms, hurries over
fields, through swamps and forests, and actually arrives at the Ohio
without hinderance. 'Her first glance was at the river, which lay,
like Jordan, between her and the Canaan of liberty on the other side.
It was now early spring, and the river was swollen and turbulent;
great cakes of floating ice were swinging heavily to and fro in the
turbid waters. Owing to the peculiar form of the shore on the Kentucky
side, the land bending far out into the water, the ice had been lodged
and detained in great quantities, and the narrow channel which swept
round the bend was full of ice, piled one cake over another, thus
forming a temporary barrier to the descending ice, which lodged, and
formed a great undulating raft, filling up the whole river, and
extending almost to the Kentucky shore. Eliza stood for a moment
contemplating this unfavourable aspect of things, which she saw at
once must prevent the usual ferry-boat from running, and then turned
into a small public-house on the bank, to make a few inquiries.' While
resting here, Haley, her infuriated pursuer, who had tracked her,
arrived at the ferry, guided, not very willingly, by two slaves, Sam
and Andy. Eliza caught a glimpse of the trader, and, frantic with
terror, rushed forth. 'A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in
that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side-door to the river.
She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards it. The trader
caught a full glimpse of her, just as she was disappearing down the
bank; and throwing himself from his horse, and calling loudly on Sam
and Andy, he was after her like a hound after a deer. In that dizzy
moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment
brought her to the water's edge. Right on behind they came; and,
nerved with strength such as God gives only to the desperate, with one
wild cry and flying leap she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by
the shore on to the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate
leap--impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam,
and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she
did it.
'The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and
creaked as her weight came on it, but she stayed there not a moment.
With wild cries and desperate energy, she leaped to another and still
another cake; stumbling, leaping, slipping, springing upwards again!
Her shoes are gone--her stockings cut from her feet--while blood
marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as
in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.
"Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!" said the man.
'Eliza recognised the voice and face of a man who owned a farm not far
from her old home.
"Oh, Mr Symmes!--save me--do save me--do hide me!" said Eliza.
"Why, what's this?" said the man. "Why, if 'tan't Shelby's gal!"
"My child!--this boy--he'd sold him! There is his mas'r," said she,
pointing to the Kentucky shore. "Oh, Mr Symmes, you've got a little
boy."
"So I have," said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the
steep bank. "Besides, you're a right brave gal. I like grit wherever I
see it."
'When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused. "I'd be
glad to do something for ye," said he; "but then there's nowhar I
could take ye. The best I can do is to tell ye to go _thar_," said he,
pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main
street of the village. "Go thar; they're kind folks. Thar's no kind o'
danger but they'll help you: they're up to all that sort o' thing."
"The Lord bless you!" said Eliza earnestly.
"No 'casion, no 'casion in the world," said the man. "What I've done's
of no 'count."
"And oh, surely, sir, you won't tell any one!"
"Go to thunder, gal! What do you take a feller for? In course not,"
said the man. "Come, now, go along like a likely, sensible gal, as you
are. You've arnt your liberty, and you shall have it, for all me."
'The woman folded her child to her bosom, and walked firmly and
swiftly away. The man stood and looked after her.
"Shelby, now, mebbe won't think this yer the most neighbourly thing in
the world; but what's a feller to do? If he catches one of my gals in
the same fix, he's welcome to pay back. Somehow I never could see no
kind o' critter a-strivin' and pantin', and trying to clar
theirselves, with the dogs arter 'em, and go agin 'em. Besides, I
don't see no kind of 'casion for me to be hunter and catcher for other
folks neither."
'So spoke this poor heathenish Kentuckian, who had not been instructed
in his constitutional relations, and consequently was betrayed into
acting in a sort of Christianised manner, which, if he had been better
situated and more enlightened, he would not have been left to do.
'Haley had stood a perfectly amazed spectator of the scene, till Eliza
had disappeared up the bank, when he turned a blank, inquiring look on
Sam and Andy.
"That ar was a tolable fair stroke of business," said Sam.
"The gal's got seven devils in her, I believe," said Haley. "How like
a wild-cat she jumped!"
"Wal, now," said Sam, scratching his head, "I hope mas'r'll 'scuse us
tryin' dat ar road. Don't think I feel spry enough for dat ar, noway!"
and Sam gave a hoarse chuckle.
"_You_ laugh!" said the trader with a growl. "I'll make ye laugh
t'other side yer mouths!" and he began laying about their heads with
his riding-whip.
'Both ducked, and ran shouting up the bank, and were on their horses
before he was up.
"Good-evening, mas'r," said Sam, with much gravity. "I berry much
'spect missis be anxious. Missis wouldn't hear of our ridin' the
critters over Lizy's bridge to-night;" and he started off, followed by
Andy, at full speed, their shouts of laughter coming faintly on the
wind.'
Having gone this length, we may as well conclude the episode of Eliza.
It may be generally known, that runaway slaves are in many instances
favoured by the kindly aid of a denomination unwearied in
well-doing--the Society of Friends. By a family belonging to this
respectable body, Eliza, her child, and husband, were succoured and
forwarded, under various disguises, to the northern frontier of the
States, on their way to Canada. For the final crisis, on the shore of
Lake Erie, Eliza was dressed in male attire, and seemed a handsome
young man. Harry figured as a little girl.
'Mrs Smyth, a respectable woman from the settlement of Canada, whither
they were fleeing, being fortunately about crossing the lake to return
thither, had consented to appear as the aunt of little Harry; and in
order to attach him to her, he had been allowed to remain the last two
days under her sole charge; and an extra amount of petting, joined to
an indefinite amount of seed-cakes and candy, had cemented a very
close attachment on the part of the young gentleman.
'The hack drove to the wharf. The two young men, as they appeared,
walked up the plank into the boat, Eliza gallantly giving her arm to
Mrs Smyth, and George attending to their baggage.
'George was standing at the captain's office, settling for his party,
when he overheard two men talking by his side.
"I've watched every one that came on board," said one, "and I know
they're not on this boat."
'The voice was that of the clerk of the boat. The speaker whom he
addressed was Marks, a friend of Haley, who had come on to Sandusky,
seeking whom he might devour.
"You would scarcely know the woman from a white one," said Marks. "The
man is a very light mulatto. He has a brand in one of his hands."
'The hand with which George was taking the tickets and change trembled
a little; but he turned coolly around, fixed an unconcerned glance on
the face of the speaker, and walked leisurely toward another part of
the boat, where Eliza stood waiting for him.
'Mrs Smyth, with little Harry, sought the seclusion of the ladies'
cabin, where the dark beauty of the supposed little girl drew many
flattering comments from the passengers.
'George had the satisfaction, as the bell rang out its farewell peal,
to see Marks walk down the plank, to the shore; and drew a long sigh
of relief when the boat had put a returnless distance between them.
'It was a superb day. The blue waves of Lake Erie danced rippling and
sparkling in the sunlight. A fresh breeze blew from the shore, and the
lordly boat ploughed her way right gallantly onward.
'Oh what an untold world there is in one human heart! Who thought, as
George walked calmly up and down the deck of the steamer, with his shy
companion at his side, of all that was burning in his bosom? The
mighty good that seemed approaching seemed too good, too fair, even to
be a reality; and he felt a jealous dread every moment of the day that
something would rise to snatch it from him.
'But the boat swept on--hours fleeted, and, at last, clear and full
rose the blessed English shore--shores charmed by a mighty spell--with
one touch to dissolve every incantation of slavery, no matter in what
language pronounced, or by what national power confirmed.
'George and his wife stood arm in arm as the boat neared the small
town of Amherstberg, in Canada. His breath grew thick and short; a
mist gathered before his eyes; he silently pressed the little hand
that lay trembling on his arm. The bell rang--the boat stopped.
Scarcely seeing what he did, he looked out his baggage, and gathered
his little party. The company were landed on the shore. They stood
still till the boat had cleared; and then, with tears and embracings,
the husband and wife, with their wondering child in their arms, knelt
down, and lifted up their hearts to God!
''Twas something like the burst from death to life;
From the grave's cerements to the robes of heaven;
From sin's dominion, and from passion's strife,
To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven;
Where all the bonds of death and hell are riven,
And mortal puts on immortality,
When Mercy's hand hath turned the golden key,
And Mercy's voice hath said: "Rejoice, thy soul is free."
'The party were soon guided by Mrs Smyth to the hospitable abode of a
good missionary, whom Christian charity has placed here as a shepherd
to the outcast and wandering, who are constantly finding an asylum on
this shore.
'Who can speak the blessedness of that first day of freedom? Is not
the _sense_ of liberty a higher and finer one than any of the five? To
move, speak, and breathe, go out and come in unwatched and free from
danger! Who can speak the blessings of that rest which comes down on
the free man's pillow, under laws which insure to him the rights that
God has given to man? How fair and precious to that mother was that
sleeping child's face, endeared by the memory of a thousand dangers!
How impossible was it to sleep in the exuberant possession of such
blessedness! And yet these two had not one acre of ground, not a roof
that they could call their own; they had spent their all, to the last
dollar. They had nothing more than the birds of the air, or the
flowers of the field; yet they could not sleep for joy. "O ye who take
freedom from man, with what words shall ye answer it to God?"'
With this episode, we close for the present, and will go into the
history of Uncle Tom in a subsequent paper.