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dis
yer mornin'?  Didn't I see what Missis wanted, though she never
let on?  Dat ar's bobservation, Andy.  I 'spects it's what you may
call a faculty.  Faculties is different in different peoples, but
cultivation of 'em goes a great way."

"I guess if I hadn't helped your bobservation dis mornin',
yer wouldn't have seen your way so smart," said Andy.

"Andy," said Sam, "you's a promisin' child, der an't no manner
o' doubt.  I thinks lots of yer, Andy; and I don't feel no ways
ashamed to take idees from you.  We oughtenter overlook nobody,
Andy, cause the smartest on us gets tripped up sometimes.  And so,
Andy, let's go up to the house now.  I'll be boun' Missis'll give
us an uncommon good bite, dis yer time."



CHAPTER VII

The Mother's Struggle


It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly
desolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her footsteps
from Uncle Tom's cabin.

Her husband's suffering and dangers, and the danger of her
child, all blended in her mind, with a confused and stunning sense
of the risk she was running, in leaving the only home she had ever
known, and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she
loved and revered.  Then there was the parting from every familiar
object,--the place where she had grown up, the trees under which
she had played, the groves where she had walked many an evening in
happier days, by the side of her young husband,--everything, as it
lay in the clear, frosty starlight, seemed to speak reproachfully
to her, and ask her whither could she go from a home like that?

But stronger than all was maternal love, wrought into a paroxysm
of frenzy by the near approach of a fearful danger.  Her boy was
old enough to have walked by her side, a