Eliza slept as she had not
slept since the dreadful night when she had taken her boy and run away
through the cold, dark night.
She dreamed of a beautiful country--a land, it seemed to her, of
rest--green shores, pleasant islands, and lovely glittering water. There
in a house, which kind voices told her was her home, she saw Harry
playing happily. She heard her husband's footstep. She felt him coming
nearer. His arms were around her, his tears falling upon her face, and
she awoke.
It was no dream. The sun had set, the candles were lit. Harry was
sleeping by her side, and George, her husband, was holding her in his
arms.
CHAPTER IX
UNCLE TOM'S NEW HOME
Uncle Tom soon settled down in his new home. He was as happy as he could
be, so far away from his wife and dear little children. He had a kind
master.
Mrs. St. Clare, however, was not nearly so nice as her husband. She was
cruel, and would often have beaten her poor slaves, but Mr. St. Clare
would not allow it.
She always pretended that she was very ill, and spent most of her time
lying on a sofa, or driving about in her comfortable carriage.
Mrs. St. Clare said she really was too ill to look after the house, so
everything was left to the slaves. Soon things began to be very
uncomfortable, and even good-natured Mr.
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