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Sarves him right! said Aunt Chloe, indignantly. Hell get wus nor oneasy, one of these days, if he dont mend his ways. His masterll be sending for him, and then see how hell look! Hell go to torment, and no mistake, said little Jake. He desarves it! said Aunt Chloe, grimly; hes broke a many, many, many hearts,I tell ye all! she said, stopping, with a fork uplifted in her hands; its like what Masr George reads in Ravelations,souls a callin under the altar! and a callin on the Lord for vengeance on sich!and by and by the Lord hell hear emso he will! Aunt Chloe, who was much revered in the kitchen, was listened to with open mouth; and, the dinner being now fairly sent in, the whole kitchen was at leisure to gossip with her, and to listen to her remarks. Sichll be burnt up forever, and no mistake; wont ther? said Andy. Id be glad to see it, Ill be boun, said little Jake. Chilen! said a voice, that made them all start. It was Uncle Tom, who had come in, and stood listening to the conversation at the door. Chilen! he said, Im afeard you dont know what yere sayin. Forever is a dreful word, chilen; its awful to think on t. You oughtenter wish that ar to any human crittur. We wouldnt to anybody but the soul-drivers, said Andy; nobody can help wishing it to them, they s so awful wicked. Dont natur herself kinder cry out on em? said Aunt Chloe. Dont dey tear der suckin baby right off his mothers breast, and sell him, and der little children as is crying and holding on by her clothes,dont dey pull em off and sells em? Dont dey tear wife and husband apart? said Aunt Chloe, beginning to cry, when its jest takin the very life on em?and all the while does they feel one bit, dont dey drink and smoke, and take it oncommon easy? Lor, if the devil dont get them, whats he good for? And Aunt Chloe covered her face with her checked apron, and began to sob in good earnest. Pray for them that spitefully use you, the good book says, says Tom. Pray for em! said Aunt Chloe; Lor, its too tough! I cant pray for em. Its natur, Chloe, and natur s strong, said Tom, but the Lords grace is stronger; besides, you oughter think what an awful state a poor critturs soul s in thatll do them ar things,you oughter thank God that you ant like him, Chloe. Im sure Id rather be sold, ten thousand times over, than to have all that ar poor critturs got to answer for. So d I, a heap, said Jake. Lor, shouldnt we cotch it, Andy? Andy shrugged his shoulders, and gave an acquiescent whistle. Im glad Masr didnt go off this morning, as he looked to, said Tom; that ar hurt me more than sellin, it did. Mebbe it might have been natural for him, but t would have come despt hard on me, as has known him from a baby; but Ive seen Masr, and I begin ter feel sort o reconciled to the Lords will now. Masr couldnt help hisself; he did right, but Im feared things will be kinder goin to rack, when Im gone Masr cant be spected to be a pryin round everywhar, as Ive done, a keepin up all the ends. The boys all means well, but they s powerful carless. That ar troubles me. The bell here rang, and Tom was summoned to the parlor. |
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