During this aside between Mose and Pete； two empty casks had been rolled into the cabin； and being secured from rolling； by stones on each side； boards were laid across them； which arrangement； together with the turning down of certain tubs and pails； and the disposing of the rickety chairs； at last completed the preparation。
“Mas’r George is such a beautiful reader； now； I know he’ll stay to read for us；” said Aunt Chloe； “’pears like ’t will be so much more interestin’。”
George very readily consented； for your boy is always ready for anything that makes him of importance。
The room was soon filled with a motley assemblage； from the old gray…headed patriarch of eighty； to the young girl and lad of fifteen。 A little harmless gossip ensued on various themes； such as where old Aunt Sally got her new red headkerchief； and how “Missis was a going to give Lizzy that spotted muslin gown； when she’d got her new berage made up；” and how Mas’r Shelby was thinking of buying a new sorrel colt； that was going to prove an addition to the glories of the place。 A few of the worshippers belonged to families hard by； who had got permission to attend； and who brought in various choice scraps of information； about the sayings and doings at the house and on the place； which circulated as freely as the same sort of small change does in higher circles。
After a while the singing commenced； to the evident delight of all present。 Not even all the disadvantage of nasal intonation could prevent the effect of the naturally fine voices； in airs at once wild and spirited。 The words were sometimes the well…known and common hymns sung in the churches about； and sometimes of a wilder； more indefinite character； picked up at camp…meetings。
The chorus of one of them； which ran as follows； was sung with great energy and unction：
“Die on the field of battle；
Die on the field of battle；
Glory in my soul。”
Another special favorite had oft repeated the words—
“O； I’m going to glory；—won’t you come along with me？
Don’t you see the angels beck’ning； and a calling me away？
Don’t you see the golden city and the everlasting day？”
There were others； which made incessant mention of “Jordan’s banks；” and “Canaan’s fields；” and the “New Jerusalem；” for the negro mind； impassioned and imaginative； always attaches itself to hymns and expressions of a vivid and pictorial nature； and； as they sung； some laughed； and some cried； and some clapped hands； or shook hands rejoicingly with each other； as if they had fairly gained the other side of the river。
Various exhortations； or relations of experience； followed； and intermingled with the singing。 One old gray…headed woman； long past work； but much revered as a sort of chronicle of the past； rose； and leaning on her staff； said—“Well； chil’en！ Well； I’m mighty glad to hear ye all and see ye all once more； ’cause I don’t know when I’ll be gone to glory； but I’ve done got ready； chil’en； ’pears like I’d got my little bundle all tied up； and my bonnet on； jest a waitin’ for the stage to come along and take me home； sometimes； in the night； I think I hear the wheels a rattlin’； and I’m lookin’ out all the time； now； you jest be ready too； for I tell ye all； chil’en；” she said striking her staff hard on the floor； “dat ar glory is a mighty thing！ It’s a mighty thing； chil’en；—you don’no nothing about it；—it’s wonderful。” And the old creature sat down； with streaming tears； as wholly overcome； while the whole circle struck up—
“O Canaan； bright Canaan
I’m bound for the land of Canaan。”
Mas’r George； by request； read the last chapters of Revelation； often interrupted by such exclamations as “The sakes now！” “Only hear that！” “Jest think on ’t！” “Is all that a comin’ sure enough？”
George； who was a bright boy； and well trained in religious things by his mother； finding himself an object of general admiration； threw in expositions of his own； from time to time； with a commendable seriousness and gravity； for which he was admired by the young and blessed by the old； and it was agreed； on all hands； that “a minister couldn’t lay it off better than he did； that “’t was reely ’mazin’！”
Uncle Tom was a sort of patriarch in religious matters； in the neighborhood。 Having； naturally； an organization in which the morale was strongly predominant； together with a greater breadth and cultivation of mind than obtained among his companions； he was looked up to with great respect； as a sort of minister among them； and the simple； hearty； sincere style of his exhortations might have edified even better educated persons。 But it was in prayer that he especially excelled。 Nothing could exceed the touching simplicity； the childlike earnestness； of his prayer； enriched with the language of Scripture； which seemed so entirely to have wrought itself into his being； as to have become a part of himself； and to drop from his lips unconsciously； in the language of a pious old negro； he “prayed right up。” And so much did his prayer always work on the devotional feelings of his audiences； that there seemed often a danger that it would be lost altogether in the abundance of the responses which broke out everywhere around him。
While this scene was passing in the cabin of the man； one quite otherwise passed in the halls of the master。
The trader and Mr。 Shelby were seated together in the dining room afore…named； at a table covered with papers and writing utensils。
Mr。 Shelby was busy in counting some bundles of bills； which； as they were counted； he pushed over to the trader； who counted them likewise。
“All fair；” said the trader； “and now for signing these yer。”
Mr。 Shelby hastily drew the bills of sale towards him； and signed them； like a man that hurries over some disagreeable business； and then pushed them over with the money。 Haley produced； from a well…worn valise； a parchment； which； after looking over it a moment； he handed to Mr。 Shelby； who took it with a gesture of suppressed eagerness。
“Wal； now； the thing’s done！” said the trader； getting up。
“It’s done！” said Mr。 Shelby； in a musing tone； and； fetching a long breath； he repeated； “It’s done！”
“Yer don’t seem to feel much pleased with it； ’pears to me；” said the trader。
“Haley；” said Mr。 Shelby； “I hope you’ll remember that you promised； on your honor； you wouldn’t sell Tom； without knowing what sort of hands he’s going into。”
“Why； you’ve just done it sir；” said the trader。
“Circumstances； you well know； obliged me；” said Shelby； haughtily。
“Wal； you know； they may ’blige me； too；” said the trader。 “Howsomever； I’ll do the very best I can in gettin’ Tom a good berth； as to my treatin’ on him bad； you needn’t be a grain afeard。 If there’s anything that I thank the Lord for； it is that I’m never noways cruel。”
After the expositions which the trader had previously given of his humane principles； Mr。 Shelby did not feel particularly reassured by these declarations； but； as they were the best comfort the case admitted of； he allowed the trader to depart in silence； and betook himself to a solitary cigar。
Chapter 5
Showing the Feelings of Living Property on Cha