January 22, 1852 Transcription

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Chapter XXX.

“Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look upon iniquity. Wherefore lookest thou on them that deal treacherously, and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devourest the man that is more righteous than he.”—Heb. i,[1] 13.

On the lower part of a small, mean boat on the Red River, Tom sat—chains on his wrists, chains on his feet, and a weight heavier than chains lay on his heart. All had faded from his sky—moon and star; all had passed by him, as the trees and banks were now passing, to return no more—Kentucky home, with wife and children, and indulgent owners—St. Clare home, with all its refinements and splendors—the golden head of Eva, with its saint-like eyes—the proud, gay, handsome, seemingly careless, yet ever-kind St. Clare—hours of ease and indulgent leisure—all gone; and in place thereof, what remains?

It is one of the bitterest apportionments of a lot of slavery, that the negro, sympathetic and assimilative, after acquiring in a refined family the tastes and feelings which form the atmosphere of such a place, is not the less liable to become the bond slave of the coarsest and most brutal—just as a chair or table, which once decorated the superb saloon, comes at last battered and defaced to the bar room of some filthy tavern or some low haunt of vulgar debauchery. The great difference is, that the table and chair cannot feel, and the man can—for even a legal enactment that he shall be “taken, reputed, adjudged in law to be a chattel personal,” cannot blot out his soul, with its own private little world of memories, hopes, loves, fears, and desires.

Mr. Simon Legree, Tom’s master, had purchased slaves at one place and another in New Orleans, to the number of eight, and driven them handcuffed, in couples of two and two, down to the good steamer Pirate, which lay at the levee, ready for a trip up the Red River.

Having got them fairly on board, and the boat being off, he came round, with that air of efficiency which ever characterized him, to take a review of them. Stopping opposite to Tom, who had been attired for sale in his best broadcloth suit, with well-starched linen and shining boots, he briefly expressed himself as follows:

“Stand up.”

Tom stood up.

“Take off that stock;” and as Tom, encumbered by his fetters, proceeded to do it, he assisted him by pulling it with no gentle hand from his neck, and putting it in his pocket.

Legree now turned to Tom’s trunk, which previous to this he had been ransacking, and, taking from it a pair of old pantaloons and a dilapidated coat, which Tom had been wont to put on about his stable work, he said, liberating Tom’s hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes—

“You go there, and put these on.”

Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned.

“Take off your boots,” said Mr. Legree.

Tom did so.

“There,” said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse, stout shoes, such as were common among the slaves, “put these on.”

In Tom’s hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished Bible to his pocket. It was well he did so; for Mr. Legree, having refitted Tom’s handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pockets. He drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it in his own pocket. Several little trifles, which Tom had treasured, chiefly because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river.

Tom’s Methodist hymn book, which in his hurry he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over.

“Umph! pious, to be sure. So, what’s yer name—you belong to the church, eh?”

“Yes, mass’r,” said Tom, firmly.

“Well, I’ll soon have that out of you. I have none o’ yer bawling, praying, singing negroes[2] on my place; so remember. Now, mind yourself,” he said, with a stamp and a fierce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, “I’m your church now. You understand—you’ve got to be as I say.”

Something within the silent black man answered No! and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him—“Fear not! for I have redeemed thee. I have called thee by my name. Thou art Mine!”

But Simon Legree heard no voice. That voice is one he never shall hear. He only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked off. He took Tom’s trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boat. With much laughing at the expense of niggers who tried to be gentlemen, the articles very readily were sold to one and another, and the empty trunk finally put up at auction. It was a good joke, they all thought; especially to see how Tom looked after his things, as they were going this way and that; and then the auction of the trunk, that was funnier than all, and occasioned abundant witticisms.

This little affair being over, Simon sauntered up again to his property.

“Now, Tom, I’ve relieved you of any extra baggage, you see. Take mighty good care of them clothes. It’ll be long enough ’fore you get more. I go in for making niggers careful; one suit has to do for one year on my place.”

Simon next walked up to the place where Emmeline was sitting, chained to another woman.

“Well, my dear,” he said, chucking her under the chin, “keep up your spirits.”

The involuntary look of horror, fright, and aversion, with which the girl regarded him, did not escape his eye. He frowned fiercely.

“None o’ yer shines, gal; you’s got to keep a pleasant face when I speak to ye; d’ye hear? And you, you old yellow poco moonshine,” he said, giving a shove to the mulatto woman to whom Emmeline was chained, “don’t you carry that sort of face. You’s got to look chipper, I tell ye.”

“I say, all on ye,” he said, retreating a pace or two back, “look at me—look at me—look me right in the eye—straight now!” said he, stamping his foot at every pause.

As by a fascination, every eye was now directed to the glaring, greenish gray eye of Simon.

“Now,” said he, doubling his great, heavy fist into something resembling a blacksmith’s hammer, “d’ye see this fist? Heft it!” he said, bringing it down on Tom’s hand. “Look at these yer bones! Well, I tell ye this yer fist has got as hard as iron knocking down niggers. I never see the nigger yet, I couldn’t bring down with one crack,” said he, bringing his fist down so near to the face of Tom, that he winked and drew back. “I don’t keep none o’ yer cussed overseers; I does my own overseeing; and I tell you things is seen to. You’s every one on ye got to toe the mark, I tell ye; quick—straight—the moment I speak. That’s the way to keep in with me. Ye won’t find no soft spot in me, nowhere. So, now mind yerselves; for I don’t show no mercy.”

The women involuntarily drew in their breath, and the whole gang sat with downcast, dejected faces. Meanwhile Simon turned on his heel, and marched up to the bar of the boat for a dram.

“That’s the way I begin with my niggers,” he said, to a gentlemanly man who had stood by him during his speech. “It’s my system to begin strong—just let em[3] know what to expect.”

“Indeed!” said the stranger, looking upon him with the curiosity of a naturalist studying some out-of-the-way specimen.

“Yes, indeed. I’m none o’ yer gentlemen planters, with lily fingers, to slop round and be cheated by some old cuss of an overseer. Jest feel o’ my knuckles, now; look at my fist. Tell ye, sir, the flesh on’t has come jest like a stone, practicing on niggers—feel on it.”

The stranger applied his fingers to the implement in question, and simply said:

“Tis hard enough; and I suppose,” he added, “practice has made your heart just like it.”

“Why, yes, I may say so,” said Simon, with a hearty laugh. “I reckon there’s as little soft in me as in any one going. Tell you, nobody comes it over me! Niggers never gets round me, neither with squalling nor soft soap—that’s a fact.”

“You have a fine lot there.”

“Real,” said Simon. “There’s that Tom, they telled me was suthin uncommon. I paid a little high for him, ’tendin[4] him for a driver and a managing chap; only get the notions out that he’s larnt by bein treated as niggers never ought to be, he’ll do prime! The yellow woman I got took in in. I rayther think she’s sickly, but I shall put her through for what she’s worth; she may last a year or two. I don’t go for savin niggers. Use up, and buy more, ’s my way—makes you less trouble, and I’m quite sure it comes cheaper in the end;” and Simon sipped his glass.

“And how long do they generally last?” said the stranger.

“Well, dunno; ’cordin as their constitution is. Stout fellers last six or seven years; trashy ones gets worked up in two or three. I used to, when I fust begun, have considerable trouble fussin with em, and trying to make em hold out—doctorin on em up when they’s sick, and givin on em clothes and blankets, and what not, tryin to keep em all sort o’ decent and comfortable. Law, ’twasn’t no sort o’ use; I lost money on em, and ’twas heaps o’ trouble. Now you see I just put em straight through, sick or well. When one nigger’s dead, I buy another; and I find it comes cheaper and easier every way.”

The stranger turned away, and seated himself beside a gentleman who had been listening to the conversation with repressed uneasiness.

“You must not take that fellow to be any specimen of Southern planters,” said he.

“I should hope not,” said the young gentleman, with emphasis.

“He is a mean, low, brutal fellow,” said the other.

“And yet your laws allow him to hold any number of human beings subject to his absolute will, without even a shadow of protection; and, low as he is, you cannot say that there are not many such.”

“Well,” said the other, “there are also many considerate and humane men among planters.”

“Granted,” said the young man; “but, in my opinion, it is you considerate, humane men that are responsible for all the brutality and outrage wrought by these wretches; because, if it were not for your sanction and influence, the whole system could not keep foothold for an hour. If there were no planters except such as that one,” said he, pointing with his finger to Legree, who stood with his back to them, “the whole thing would go down like a millstone. It is your respectability and humanity that licenses and protects his brutality.”

“You certainly have a high opinion of my good nature,” said the planter, smiling; “but I advise you not to talk quite so loud, as there are people on board the boat who might not be quite so tolerant to opinion as I am. You had better wait until you[5] get up to my plantation, and there you may abuse us all, quite at your leisure.”

The young gentleman colored and smiled, and the two were soon busy in a game of backgammon. Meanwhile another conversation was going on in the lower part of the boat, between Emmeline and the mulatto woman with whom she was confined. As was natural, they were exchanging with each other some particulars of their history.

“Who did you belong to?” said Emmeline.

“Well, my massa[6] was Mr. Ellis—lived on Levee street. P’raps you’ve seen the house.”

“Was he good to you?” said Emmeline.

“Mostly, till he tuk sick. He’s lain sick, off and on, more than six months, and been orful oneasy. ’Pears like he warnt willin to have nobody rest, day nor night, and got so curous there couldn’t nobody suit him. ’Pears like he just grew crosser every day; kep me up nights till I got farly beat out, and couldn’t keep awake no longer; and cause I got to sleep one night, Lors, he talked so orful to me, and he tell me he’d sell me to just the hardest master he could find; and he’d promised me my freedom, too, when he died.”

“Had you any friends?” said Emmeline.

“Yes, my husband—he’s a blacksmith. Massa gen’ly hired him out. They took me off so quick, I didn’t even have time to see him; and I’s got four children. O, dear me!” said the woman, covering her face with her hands.

It is a natural impulse in every one, when they hear a tale of distress, to think of something to say by way of consolation. Emmeline wanted to say something, but she could not think of anything to say. What was there to be said? As by a common consent, they both avoided, with fear and dread, all mention of the horrible man who was now their master.

True, there is religious trust for even the darkest hour. The mulatto woman was a member of the Methodist Church, and had an unenlightened but very sincere spirit of piety. Emmeline had been educated much more intelligently—taught to read and write, and diligently instructed in the Bible, by the care of a faithful and pious mistress; yet, would it not try the faith of the firmest Christian to find themselves abandoned, apparently, of God, in the grasp of ruthless violence? How much more must it shake the faith of Christ’s poor little ones, weak in knowledge and tender in years!

The boat moved on—freighted with its weight of sorrow—up the red, muddy, turbid current, through the abrupt, tortuous windings of the Red River; and sad eyes gazed wearily on the steep red-clay banks, as they glided by in dreary sameness. At last the boat stopped at a small town, and Legree with his party disembarked.

[to be continued.]


This Stowe Center edition reproduces the National Era serial text of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. The wording of the newspaper in many cases differs from publisher John P. Jewett’s first edition. At the conclusion of each installment, notes are provided on a small selection of textual variants, those which have the greatest interpretive significance. The model for these notes is editor John Bryant’s concept of fluid-text editing, which foregrounds the interpretation of textual variants as an act of critical reading. Readers who hold alternate interpretations are encouraged to submit comments to the blog. For general comments on the text and the bibliography, see the Note on the Text.

Note 1

righteous than he.”—Heb. i, 13. ¶ On the | Era pg. 13
righteous than he?”—Hab. 1: 13. ¶ On the | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 168

In the Era, the scriptural quotation is attributed to “Heb. i, 13.” The abbreviation “Heb.”—which refers to the New Testament “Letter to the Hebrews”—is incorrect for the cited passage. The passage is from the Old Testament Prophetical book Habakkuk, and the Jewett edition abbreviation “Hab.” is correct. Newspaper readers who recalled the well-known passage or sought to confirm chapter and verse in a printed Bible would have deemed the error an obvious one. But even with the faulty attribution established, the variations in the linguistic forms between the Era quotation and the Jewett edition quotation offer suggestions about the printed Bible that served as Stowe’s source.

By proximity in language, the presumably corrected version in the Jewett edition, which has “devoureth” in place of the Era’s “devourest,” a colon rather than a period after “iniquity,” and a question mark after the concluding phrase “than he,” suggests that an English-language translation of the Bible was used to correct the serial citation, perhaps the Cambridge University Holy Bible, Containing the Old and New Testaments (1822). However, the preposition in phrase “lookest thou on,” which in the Era matches the Cambridge Bible but in the Jewett edition, is altered to “lookest thou upon,” which does not match. In other scriptural citations from Uncle Tom’s Cabin, many phrasings echo Noah Webster’s The Holy Bible, the so-called “Common Version” (Hartford: Durrie & Peck, 1833), but Webster’s “amendments of the language” in that edition rule it out as a source for this citation.

The other obvious error in this installment is the omitted opening quotation mark when Simon Legree begins speaking after his “hearty laugh.” The Stowe Center edition text is emended, so an opening quotation is added before “I reckon….” [Back]

Note 2

praying, singing negroes on my | Era pg. 13
praying, singing niggers on my | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 170

In the Era, Simon Legree refers to his slaves as “negroes,” a generic reference to persons of black ancestry, the term which is also used by Stowe’s narrator and by her polite or educated characters. But Simon Legree is not a polite or educated character. In the Jewett edition, he uses the offensive racial slur “nigger.” He uses the slur repeatedly in this section. As Legree’s offensive language marks him as a member of the lowest social class—slave traders Haley, Loker, Marks, and Mr. Skeggs likewise denigrate black slaves with the term—the Era form is presumably an oversight in Stowe’s manuscript or the setting of the serial text. The Jewett edition word is presumably Stowe’s intended form. The word “negroes” is hyphenated after “ne-” because it is at line end in the Era, and hyphenation may have contributed to a compositorial oversight. [Back]

Note 3

strong—just let em know what | Era pg. 14
strong,—just let ’em know what | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 172

In the Era, when Simon Legree in his informal spoken dialect elides letters, the omissions are not marked. In the Jewett edition, when he in his speech elides the sound of letters, apostrophes signal his pronunciation: “Tis” becomes “ ’T is”; “suthin” becomes “suthin’ ”;“em” becomes “ ’em” (7 more times); “bein” becomes “bein’ ”; “savin” becomes “savin’ ”; “ ’cordin” becomes “ ’cordin’ ”; “doctorin” becomes “doctorin’ ”; “givin” becomes “givin’ ”; “tryin” becomes“tryin’ ”; “fussin” becomes “fussin’ ”; and “willin” becomes “willin’.” For a similar reason, “Jest feel o’ ” in Era becomes “Just feel of ” in the Jewett edition. See note 4. [Back]

Note 4

for him, ’tendin him for | Era pg. 14
for him, tendin’ him for | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 173

In the Era, the apostrophe before “ ’tendin” indicates that Simon Legree omitted the first syllable “in-” from the usual word form “intending.” In the Jewett edition, an apostrophe is added to signal the elided terminal “g.” However, the omitted first syllable is neither corrected to “intendin’ ” nor marked as omitted, which could result in form “ ’tendin’.” Given the pattern of correction for the Jewett edition listed in note 3, editors who reprint the Jewett edition could consider emending the Jewett edition form to “ ’tendin’ ” to achieve greater consistency. [Back]

Note 5

better wait until you get up | Era pg. 14
better wait till I get up | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 174

In the Era, the southern planter tells the young man that his free speech about the cruelty of slaveowners should wait until he arrives at the plantation. In the Jewett edition, the planter rather than “until you” says “till I” in reference to their shared arrival. As the young man has spoken ill-advisedly among a pubic that looks unkindly on expressions of disapproval for slavery, the revision places somewhat greater emphasis on the planter’s role as superintending his shared journey with the young man. [Back]

Note 6

¶ “Well, my massa was Mr. | Era pg. 14
¶ “Well, my Mas’r was Mr. | Jewett (1852) vol. 2, pg. 175

In the Era, the “mulatta” woman who will later be identified as Lucy speaks the common dialect form “massa,” which appears along with “masser” as a title and a generic reference to slave masters in the serial text. In the Jewett edition, her word is altered to “Mas’r,” the form most common in that edition. The lower-case form may hint at less respect for the formal title of slave masters. Lucy repeats the same forms below in both versions. [Back]

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