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O, George! George! you frighten me! Why, I never heard you talk so; Im afraid youll do something dreadful. I dont wonder at your feelings, at all; but oh, do be carefuldo, dofor my sakefor Harrys! I have been careful, and I have been patient, but its growing worse and worse; flesh and blood cant 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 see I can do, the more he loads on. He says that though I dont say anything, he sees Ive 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 Im 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 Masr 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 hed 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 dont 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? Thats what I want to know! he said. Well, said Eliza, mournfully, I always thought that I must obey my master and mistress, or I couldnt 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? Ive paid for all my keeping a hundred times over. I wont bear it. No, I wont! 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. You know poor little Carlo, that you gave me, added George; the creature has been about all the comfort that Ive had. He has slept with me nights, and followed me around days, and kind o looked at me as if he understood how I felt. Well, the other day I was just feeding him with a few old scraps I picked up by the kitchen door, and Masr came along, and said I was feeding him up at his expense, and that he couldnt afford to have every nigger keeping his dog, and ordered me to tie a stone to his neck and throw him in the pond. O, George, you didnt do it! Do it? not I!but he did. Masr and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones. Poor thing! he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didnt save him. I had to take a flogging because I wouldnt do it myself. I dont care. Masr will find out that Im one that whipping wont tame. My day will come yet, if he dont look out. What are you going to do? O, George, dont do anything wicked; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, hell deliver you. I ant a Christian like you, Eliza; my hearts full of bitterness; I cant trust in God. Why does he let things be so? |
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