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meal. At this table was seated Uncle Tom, Mr. Shelbys best hand, who, as he is to be the hero of our story, we must daguerreotype for our readers. He was a large, broad-chested, powerfully-made man, of a full glossy black, and a face whose truly African features were characterized by an expression of grave and steady good sense, united with much kindliness and benevolence. There was something about his whole air self-respecting and dignified, yet united with a confiding and humble simplicity. He was very busily intent at this moment on a slate lying before him, on which he was carefully and slowly endeavoring to accomplish a copy of some letters, in which operation he was overlooked by young Masr George, a smart, bright boy of thirteen, who appeared fully to realize the dignity of his position as instructor. Not that way, Uncle Tom,not that way, said he, briskly, as Uncle Tom laboriously brought up the tail of his g the wrong side out; that makes a q, you see. La sakes, now, does it? said Uncle Tom, looking with a respectful, admiring air, as his young teacher flourishingly scrawled qs and gs innumerable for his edification; and then, taking the pencil in his big, heavy fingers, he patiently recommenced. How easy white folks alus does things! said Aunt Chloe, pausing while she was greasing a griddle with a scrap of bacon on her fork, and regarding young Master George with pride. The way he can write, now! and read, too! and then to come out here evenings and read his lessons to us,its mighty interestin! But, Aunt Chloe, Im getting mighty hungry, said George. Isnt that cake in the skillet almost done? Mose done, Masr George, said Aunt Chloe, lifting the lid and peeping in,browning beautifula real lovely brown. Ah! let me alone for dat. Missis let Sally try to make some cake, t other day, jes to larn her, she said. O, go way, Missis, said I; it really hurts my feelins, now, to see good vittles spilt dat ar way! Cake ris all to one sideno shape at all; no more than my shoe; go way! And with this final expression of contempt for Sallys greenness, Aunt Chloe whipped the cover off the bake-kettle, and disclosed to view a neatly-baked pound-cake, of which no city confectioner need to have been ashamed. This being evidently the central point of the entertainment, Aunt Chloe began now to bustle about earnestly in the supper department. Here you, Mose and Pete! get out de way, you niggers! Get away, Mericky, honey,mammyll give her baby some fin, by and by. Now, Masr George, you jest take off dem books, and set down now with my old man, and Ill take up de sausages, and have de first griddle full of cakes on your plates in less dan no time. They wanted me to come to supper in the house, said George; but I knew what was what too well for that, Aunt Chloe. So you didso you did, honey, said Aunt Chloe, heaping the smoking batter-cakes on his plate; you knowd your old auntyd keep the best for you. O, let you alone for dat! Go way! And, with that, aunty gave George a nudge with her finger, designed to be immensely facetious, and turned again to her griddle with great briskness. Now for the cake, said Masr George, when the activity of the griddle department had somewhat subsided; and, with that, the youngster flourished a large knife over the article in question. La bless you, Masr George! said Aunt Chloe, with earnestness, catching his arm, you wouldnt be for cuttin it wid dat ar great heavy knife! Smash all downspile all de pretty rise of it. Here, Ive got a thin old knife, I keeps sharp a purpose. Dar now, see! comes apart light as a feather! Now eat awayyou wont get anything to beat dat ar. |
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