we" Sen paomecw erecta oo cee joeea te PLANAR ECOe ee euhars enbandced aes PERO LESED EL RSS - = 4 % PPSSE=? oo eae = Library of The Theological Seminary PRINCETON - NEW JERSEY DIKE PRESENTED BY Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. Department of History Presb. B’d ef Pub. Coil, - Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2023 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library https://archive.org/details/freedboyinalabam0Omitc oar Wh \ ae | “Say, Boy! Do you want to hire out?” Freed-Boy in Alabama. Frontispiece, See page 4, <<) u? PACE ~ + TH) ™ NOV 3:7 1954 FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, - BY ANNE M.” MITCHELL, AUTHOR OF “* MARTHA’S GIFT.” “Tf any man be in Christ, he is a new creature.” PHILADELPHIA: PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION, 1334 CHESTNUT STREET, PVP OL EL RIN LIAL PRS UPN ABS SL MAL LIL LVI RLV LAL VWI LANA Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by WM. L. HILDEBURN, TreEasuner, in trust for the PRESBYTERIAN PUBLICATION COMMITTEE, In the Clerk’s Office of, the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. PPR RAR PNR IIR LOL LPN LN IDL IFO LOVIN FOL VION LONI De eae ene Werstcorr & THOMSON, Stereotypers, Philada. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. CHAPTER I. *‘ New are the leaves on the oaken spray, New the blades of the silky grass; Flowers that were buds but yesterday Peep from the ground where’er I pass.” BRYANT. [* was an April day in the South— not windy and blustering, with the remembrances of March still clinging about it, but warm and lovely, mild and balmy, with spring beauty and promise of good over everything. The grass was springing everywhere, and the buds on the trees were burst- ing into blossom, and one could gather tender leaves and delicate sprays of 3 4 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. white and hold them with the tender, caressing touch which we give to all that heralds spring. It was a good day to breathe the soft, mild air, to be among the growing things and dismiss winter from the mind; and, above all, it was one of those days when the restless feeling we all have sometimes returns in full force, and the thought of coming life and en- ergy in the natural world fills the mind with a longing to do something more than sit still and enjoy. All this—not exactly in this form, but the substance of this—with a rest- less, unsatisfied feeling, was possess- ing and fast getting control of Tom Alson, as he sat on a box in front of a store in Huntsville, idly tapping one foot after the other against its wooden sides. He had anything but THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 5 an ambitious, energetic look, but then Tom never showed his feelings, and any one gazing at him would hardly have imagined that at this very mo- ment he was longing to go out into the world and “do something.” Certainly the man who came up to him just then had very little idea of the lofty thought in which Tom was in- dulging, for he gave him only a hasty glance before he addressed him. “Say, boy, want to hire out?” asked the man. Tom started and roused himself: “T was not thinking of it, sir,’ he replied. ‘¢ Well, think of it now, then; I am trying to find boys to work for Mr. Sutherland on his plantation, about twenty miles out. They are growing corn and cotton. I’d be glad to have 1# 6 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. you go; give you six dollars a month and board.” “No, sir,” replied Tom; “TI think I will not hire out this summer.” “Oh think again! Six dollars a month is no mean pay, and I’ve a lot of Huntsville niggers going along.” ‘No, sir,” replied Tom again, de- cidedly, and rising as he spoke, as if not wishing to continue the conver- sation. “What's to hinder you?’ asked the man. | “T am going to school, sir,” re- turned the boy, knowing that this would puta stop to the urging; and it was successful, for the man, with a few coarse words about “niggers and education,” turned suddenly and walked away, and Tom, with his hands THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 7 in his pockets, sauntered off in an op- posite direction, whistling. He caine up to his home by and by, and found his sister Martha in a chair outside the door, busied with some sewing. He sat down on a step near and watched her swift-moving hand in silence for some minutes, with his eyes on her work and his thoughts a long way off. ‘Has mother come back?’ he asked, at length. “Yes, Tom,” replied Martha, with a little sigh, “but she didn’t succeed in getting any work. I do not see how we are going to get along. I think I shall try to see if I can get something to do. “Twas thinking of that, too,” said Tom. ‘“There’s a man here to-day who wants hands to go twenty miles 8 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. out. He wanted me, but I told him 4 No.’ oP] Martha stitched away in silence. “Td go,” said Tom, suddenly, “ but there’s the school; I could not give that up.” “Not for Jesus, Tom?” asked Mar- tha, looking round with a little smile. “ Would it be for Jesus, Martha,” said Tom, earnestly, ‘“ to give up school and go to work, neglecting my educa- tion meanwhile ?” “Think about it, Tom, and remem- ber what Paul did for Jesus.” Tom did think. The conversation ceased between them entirely, and the fresh spring breezes came from the South, laden with the breath of flowers, and passed gently by the two seated before the cabin door, one of them so busy with his decision. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 9 When Tom, at length, rose and moved off, Martha could not tell his thought, although she peered anx- iously into his face to see if possible what lay there, but it was unmoved, and he did not meet her look of in- quiry with any return, but passed out of the gate, swinging it after him, and walking off toward the quarter of the town where his father was at work. He looked very grave when the two came in together at dinner-time, and hurried off toward the school-room before his sister was ready. She watched him a little anxiously all the afternoon, but the grave, intent face did not once relax its gravity, and the lines of soberness remained even after the pleasant afternoon session came to a close. Martha waited for her bro- ther some minutes, with the hope that 10 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. she might have one of their customary talks on their way home, but he did not come away, so she went on alone. It was not until an hour later, while she was busily weeding the little gar- den, that Tom came up and stopped at her side. ‘Martha, I’m going,” he said, ab- ruptly. “Tom! why, Tom—going! when and what for,” she said, starting and turning round toward him. ‘Going to-morrow, Martha, and for Jesus,” he replied, quietly. Martha turned back again suddenly without remark, and industriously weeded the springing grass from around the young plants. Tom waited several minutes, and then spoke again: “ Are you not glad of this, Martha?” THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. I1 She dropped the shovel with which she had been working, turned toward him, and lifting her hands to her head in a nervous way, replied, with quiv- ering lips: “That I am glad, you know, but oh I shall lose my brother !” Tom’s eyes fell and his mouth twitched. “‘T’ve been to see Miss Mason,” he said, after a minute, ‘to bid her good- bye. She says I must send her a let- ter. That is a great blessing which we did not always have, Martha—we may write to each other. That is good.” “Yes.” Martha knew it as well as Tom, and I think it was the thought of this more than almost anything else which served to keep them in some degree of cheerfulness. during 12 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. the remainder of his stay. It was not long, only so many short hours Martha almost counted the minutes. It was like Tom to act in a moment when the question of duty came home to him, and although Martha knew this, yet she had been surprised, after all, at his sudden acting upon her suggestion. What if Tom should sicken or be in any want so far from home ?—for to Martha the distance seemed immense. Would she _ not then be sorry she had ever encour- aged him? JBut those precious let- ters! How thankful she felt that she could write, and that though miles were between them, yet words could pass from one to the other! How Tom felt no one knew. He hid his feelings always. Martha was the only one who ever had a glimpse, THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, TS and she only now and then. He counted the’ cost at every step, yet still he had gone back to his acquaint- ance of the morning, and agreed with: him to work on the plantation during thesummer. His father had listened, too, when he proposed it, and although he would have liked to keep his boy at home, yet work was scarce, and he could not always find means to live; so Tom must go. He had taken leave of his teacher and the school-room - quite calmly, to all appearance, and no one knew how hard the struggle was to give up all this for Jesus. Yet it was this thought which kept him up through it all, and watching Martha’s erave face as she bent over his box placing his things together, he longed to tell her his source of comfort. But perhaps he needed it himself more 2 14 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, than she did, for to one of his dispo- sition to go from home and mingle among strangers was very hard, very much against his will. Yet as he looked at it, he thought perhaps God had sent him just this trial to make him better, and that he might have something for him to do for his ser- vice in the country. And so his cour- age did not quite fail. How his eyes lingered the next morning upon everything about his home, trying as he did to impress each little portion of the house-fur- nishing upon his memory! It seemed as if he could not lose sight of his sister Martha’s face. His eyes fol- lowed her everywhere. It was almost strange, the devoted affection which had sprung up between the two; and it was so hard, just as they were help- THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 15 ing one another along the narrow ‘ way through the journey of life, to be obliged to part. But it came, late in the afternoon— the parting—and was over, and Tom found himself in the car looking out at the country, green, and fresh, and beautiful, and trying to realize how long it would be before the famil- iar faces would be near him again. Of all Tom’s boy friends there was but one who was of this company, and he, although a school-mate, knew Tom only shghtly. But he was alone too, and so after a while, seeing the empty seat beside ''om, he came and sat down. 3 “How do you think you'll like it out there?” he asked, as Tom turned round. ‘TY have hardly thought,” replied 16 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. Tom. “I do not know anything about it.” ‘“T can tell you a heap then. It’sa big plantation, with quarters for the hands not far from the house. The master lives in a big, white mansion, and has charge of the cotton and corn- fields. My brother is there, and he says it’s a pretty good place. Pay is re- cular, and that’s the most, you know.” “Where shall we stay? Do you know ?” asked Tom. ; “No, I don’t. I ’spects likely we'll be quartered with some old auntie or other. I) .don’t’ much: care. ) ‘They have jolly times after hours—break- downs and dances. Hi! it’s gay fun!” Tom’s heart sank. He looked out of the window and saw the great trees with their tops just lighted with the rising moon, heard the shrill ery of THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 17 the mocking-bird, and saw the fire- flies lighting up the woods with a thousand tiny lamps. Cool the even- ing air came across his face, with the motion of the car hurrying on through one of the most glorious countries on which the sun shines. Tom saw it all, and loved it for the sake of Him who made it, but his heart was heavy with the grief of parting, the sting of poverty which sent him away from home, and the prospect before him. Very rebellious, very discontented, his thoughts were for a few minutes, until some old auntie going out with the company, and who had learned with the experience of years to leave her bur- den of care in His hands “ who careth - for us,” struck up a hymn, and as the voices one by one joined in with her, until the car was full of the melody 2# 18 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, which floated out upon the evening air among the moss-laden trees, Tom’s head sank and rested upon the seat in front, and the tears came—tears of penitence and joy—as he listened : “Oh God’s got a plenty for all of his children— Sit all around God’s table; For God’s got plenty for all his children— Sit all around God’s table.” There was a prayer for help and courage as ‘Tom listened, and after it was finished his head was lifted with new resolve. He was immediately attacked again by the boy at his side. “You went to see Miss Mason yes- terday, did you not?” he demanded. “Yes,” replied Tom, with a softened remembrance of the words of kind- liness and cheer given him by his teacher. ‘Yes, I did; I went to bid her good-bye. How did you know ?” THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 19 “Because I went myself, and she told me you were of the company. She said you would help me get along.”’ “Twill, all that I can,” replied Tom. ‘She said you had got religion.. Is that so?” ; Tom gave an instant’s glance out into the night again. “It is ‘known of me,’ then,” he thought; and finally said, with a little smile which showed more than anything else could have done the value that religion was to him, “I love the Lord Jesus.” } “T don’t think you and I will do for each other,” said the boy, a little mystified by Tom’s smile and moving uneasily in his seat. ‘Iam up to all sorts of shines.” “JT think we'll do very nicely for one another,” replied Tom, brightly, 20 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. seeing, with joy, part of the Master’s work already at his hands. ‘‘ We are school-mates, you know, and both love to study; that ought to make us friends if nothing else does. We will work together in the evenings.,”’ The boy roused instantly, and they fell into earnest talk of the ways and means for study, the lessons they had already learned, the remembrance of. happy school-hours, and a thousand other things which to these boys, who until lately had never known the joys of school-life, were the brightest spots in their existence. So the miles were passed over, and the beautiful Southern country left behind: the short journey—so long to many—was accomplished, and at a little station-house, within about a mile of the plantation, they were at THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. QF length set down, fifty souls in all, and took up their line of march. Tom and his friend Jimmy Harrison walked on silently with the rest. The final land- ing at the station had not been pleas- ant. The agent who had them in charge was not kind, and the people were feeling very unpleasantly. Tom had rather better control of himself than the rest, for with the first shock and rebellious thoughts, as the words of harshness and anger fell upon his ears, his soul went up to God in a ' prayer for patience and strength, to keep down any feelings of unkindness. ‘Then turning to Jimmy, whose quick temper had been roused by the rough treatment, with a few gentle kindly | words of encouragement he put his arm through his, and led him forward in the line of march. 22 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. And long afterward, when the sum- mer breezes would bring to him the cool fragrant breath of plants and erowing flowers, he was always re- minded of this first night, when the work which he longed to do for Jesus commenced; and knowing the blessed influence which followed all through that long, hard summer, he ever after thanked God and took courage. SADLY ve CHAPTER If. “Trials must and will befall, But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all, This is happiness to me.” jay and Jimnmiy were quartered with an old colored woman called Aunt Margaret, one of the family servants, who in her old age had been furnished with a tiny brick house near the mansion, in which she had lved some years by herself. The house contained three rooms, two on the lower floor and one above stairs, and the master, who had dismissed the agent upon their arrival, and super- intended the settling of the people 23 24 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. himself, placed the two boys, Tom and Jimmy, in this upper room. Tom was greatly pleased on account of the quiet which he thought would result from their removal from the cabins or quarters of the rest of the hands, and pictured to himself many happy hours of study in the room up-stairs. But he discovered his mistake very soon. Aunt Margaret was very fond of company, and the cabin was the common resort of half the working- people on the place, and study, to say nothing of quiet, was out of the ques- tions It was on the second evening after his arrival, at the close of the first day’s work in the field, that Tom took out his books. How sadly and mourn- fully he had missed his school all day, no one knew but himself; and now he THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 25 took his books and slate with no small degree of pleasure. “What's the chile gwine to do?” asked the old woman, peering at him over her spectacles. “Going to read and study a while by your candle, Aunt Margaret, if I may,” he replied. i ‘“Taws, chile! you may do as you likes, for all me,” she returned with a shake of her head; “but it ’pears like there'll be mighty little quiet here to- night.” Tom soon found it so, to his utter dismay. First, Jimmy came in with one or two others, talking loud pag making a confusion. “Are you going to study with me to-night?” asked Tom as he came up to the table and glanced at the books. 3 96 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. “No, I’m not that,” replied the boy; “it’s larks I’m after, and if you wasn’t a stupid, you wouldn’t either.” Tom was disappointed, and bent his head over his books silently, and tried to work. But there was no study to be had there. The room gradually filled with women and men, and attention to books was impossible. He gave it up at last, but not before he had two or three laughing remarks addressed to him. He closed his book and rested his head wearily on his hand. He concluded he would go up stairs. ‘Iam not used to such com- pany as this,” he thought with a new feeling creeping into his heart. ‘TI will go away, and just show them all that I am made of a different sort from them.” | Then he suddenly bethought him THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 27 how wrongly he was acting in thus putting himself above his fellows; so he immediately raised his head and joined in the conversation. _ It was no pleasure to him, but he stayed half an hour, and then, seeing he could go without giving offence to any one, he gladly gathered up his books and went off up stairs. A candle was a luxury not to be indulged in, but as ‘Tom ascended the stairs he saw that the moonlight was pouring in through the one window, so that the room was quite light. He put his books away, and seating himself on the floor under the window, which was very low, he leaned his head on his arm upon the sill and began to think. It was a long, sober thought. With © quick understanding he saw very soon 28 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. what. a battle the summer would be to him, and how hard it would be for him to accomplish his aims. He was resolved upon one thing: study he must and would, if every leisure min- ute of the noontide hour was given up to it. Then, again, he must do some work for Jesus. The summer must not yet pass without some deed accomplished whereby his Master should be glorified. He realized that to this end he must make himself fa- miliar with the hands about the place —not only with those who came from Huntsville, but also with the old family servants. The dangers, the temptations accompanying such a course, if they occurred to him at all, did not present themselves in their dangerous form—the temptation that while leading others he might himself THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 29 be led away—that his faith might fail or his courage droop. The whole armor of God was the only thing which could keep him from all the ills and troubles thus presented. He did not know how much trial was before him, but he did know that he needed a stronger arm than his own to lead him, and he looked above for strength and shelter. The trial came first in a most un- expected direction. Jimmy, in all good humor, reported that Tom “had got religion,” and to those to whom he told it it was a very bad recommenda- tion, and they held themselves aloof; and not only that, but they would amuse themselves with sundry jokes at his expense. Tom was astonished and wounded. He could not imagine where they could have heard it, and it 3% 30 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. prevented, for a time, the advance- ment he wished to make in their re- gard. He tried his best. By every effort in his power he endeavored to gain friends among this new company, and in a few instances he succeeded immediately; in others not so well; and often it was impossible to have a talk with those whose friendship he wished most to gain, on account of their leisure-time being so much occupied with dances in the great barn. The studying was scarcely better at first. It was very hard between his bites of corn-bread in the noon-spell to give his attention to looking out words in the dictionary, or mastering what seemed to him such profound problems in arithmetic. ‘There was an hour before supper which was his THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 381 own, and that was devoted, half to study and half to Bible-reading. It was very hard work to stand firmly by his resolution, and go after his books at the close of a warm, tire- some day, and study so persistently just when the twilight was growing beautiful and the people were all rest- ing before their cabin doors. Some- times he was quite discouraged,’ and almost determined to give up. One afternoon, when he had been perhaps two weeks on the plantation, he was coming home from work just at sunset, with his jacket thrown over his arm, warm and tired with his day’s ° labor, and rather dreading than other- wise the hour of study which was be- fore him, when suddenly, as he passed near the mansion, the master stepped from the doorway and accosted him. o2 ##THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. Tom stopped and waited for what he might have to say. | “Ts your name Tom Alson?” he asked, feeling in his coat pocket and drawing out a number of letters. “Yes, sir,” he answered, his heart. bounding with a hope he hardly dared to own. “Well, then, I’ve a letter for you,” he said, selecting one from a num- ber. He scanned it curiously for a few minutes, and then gave it to the boy, adding, “Can you read writ- ing?” “Yes, sir,’ replied Tom; “I can read writing, and write myself. I am much obliged to you.” : - Not at all,” answered Mr. Suther- land, carelessly. ‘ Do you know who wrote that direction ?” | .. Lom looked at the letter which his THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 33 fingers held so lovingly, and replied with a very bright face, “Yes, sir—my teacher.” ‘‘Ts she white?” inquired the master, “Oh yes, sir! She is a Northern lady.” “Well, go off and enjoy your letter,” said Mr. Sutherland, dismissing him, and turning away pleased with the eager look of welcome the boy had given the letter. And Tom, glad to be so dismissed, ran off to his seat under the trees, leaving his books to take care of them- selves while he read the precious let- ter—the first one he had ever received in his life. There were two, he found, when he opened the envelope. One with all the dainty prettiness of French paper and stamped ‘M,” in the delicate 34 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. handwriting of Miss Mason, and the other in the round, school-girl hand of Martha. Ah! how every word of those two letters went to Tom’s heart! Martha’s was full of home news, every item well expressed, because her heart ' was in this the first letter written to her brother Tom. It was penned in good spirits, for her mother had been able to obtain a few days’ work. “T am looking for a place for my- self,” she wrote, “‘and hope to get one, but I have not seen any opportunity as yet, and sometimes I almost wish I had gone with you.” “JT am glad she didn’t,’ thought Tom. “Our Sunday-school has been so pleasant lately,” she continued, “I. only wish you could be here. Mr. Allen gave us some beautiful illumi- THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 35 nated texts last Sunday. I had been thinking about you all the afternoon, and had been wishing you could have heard Mr. Allen’s talk, and I am afraid I was feeling a little wrong and _ disappointed that you could not be with us, when Mr. Allen laid upon my desk my little text. I did not wish any more, Tom; I just believed what it said, and kept still. Now I am going to send it to you, and if you have—as I have no doubt you often do, good as you are—any longings for home that grow too strong, then here is my text;”’ and Tom feat in red and gold eee on a bit of card ete fell from the letter > “Trust in the Lord, and wait pa- — tiently for him.” : Tom’s eyes were blinded for seve- ral minutes, so that he could scarcely 36 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. see to read Miss Mason’s kind note. It told him just what he wanted most to know—all the school news; how Martha was getting on, what new songs they were learning, and how his own class was prospering. “And knowing that you had your books with you,” she added, “and thinking you might have time for study, I have marked on a slip of paper all that your class has learned, and a few directions which will help you to study for yourself. ‘“ And now,” she concluded, ‘‘I do not know that you need counsel, but let me just remind you that you are a soldier of Jesus Christ, and that it is a part of a soldier’s duty to see that his comrades are saved from danger ; so, my dear boy, try and bring back to God some who are still outside the THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 87 fold. We all have work to do for Jesus, you know.” Tom’s heart’ rested. He did not see how he could be sorrowful with these two bits of cheer coming to him when he felt so weary and heartsick. He was not so any more—that night, at any rate—and the letters were shown to many admiring eyes. Jimmy opened his very wide. ‘Tad a letter from Miss Mason?” exclaimed he. “ My sakes! let’s read;” but Tom could not do that. “Td rather not, Jimmy,” said he, looking at Jimmy’s fingers and think- ing of the delicate paper, “but Dll tell you all she said.” He told so much about school and the work she had sent him that Jimmy’s slumbering ambition was aroused. 4 38 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. “T declare, Tom,” said he, ‘I haven’t studied a bit since I came; have you?” “Yes,” replied Tom, “a good deal.” “ Are you up with your class?” “Yes,” returned Tom. ‘Oh dear! and I promised to study with you. I'll begin this very night.” And he did, and added thereby for a short time much to Tom’s happi- ness. For a while he gave his eve- nines pretty steadily, but at noon he was inexorable. “No, sir,’ he said—‘‘noon is for rest.” The next day Tom was very busy shelling corn for the planting. He had stationed himself on the door- step of the barn, and as he shelled and the kernels fell from the cob, he thought of his two letters; and sud- denly thinking of some task Miss THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 389 Mason assigned him, and not being able distinctly to recall it, he took out her letter and laid it open near him, and tried to puzzle out the meaning of an example she had given him, continuing his work while he did so. As he was still thus engaged, the noon- bell struck, and throwing down his ear of corn, he drew a pencil and paper out of his pocket and proceeded care- fully to write out the problem. So busy was he that he did not perceive that any one had come up until his master’s voice spoke. “What are you busy about, Tom ?” he asked. He looked up suddenly, and then rose out of respect to his master. “T was copyine out an example ou teacher sent me,” he said. “Ts that your writing? Let me see 40: THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, it.” He reached for the paper on which Tom had been working, and eyed it narrowly. “ Would you like to see my teacher’s letter, sir?” he asked. “Yes, I should,” he replied; so Tom produced it, and it was read very attentively. ‘“ How long did you go to school?” he asked, as he fin- ished it and laid it back into Tom’s hand. ‘Two years, sir.” ‘And can you do all those exam- ples your teacher has given you?” “T think so, sir. Jam trying them now.” : “Ts this the way you always pass your noon-time rest ?” “Yes, sir,” replied Tom. ‘The world has turned about,” said the master, with a curious, puzzled THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA... 41 look, and then he turned about him- self. But he had not gone three steps before he came back again. “Say, my boy,” he said, “come up to the house after supper to-night. Tell Aunt Dinah, the cook, that mas- ter said you were to come to the library. Do you understand ?” oi Yes, sir, replied) Tom's ; ‘I: wall come, sir.” | So the master went away, and Tom returned to his task, so intent and in- terested that it never entered into his mind to conjecture why he was wanted in the evening at the mansion. 4% CHAPTER ITI. “© little hearts! that throb and beat With such impatient, feverish heat, Such limitless and strong desires !” LONGFELLOW. \OM found, however, when he told the incident to the people who were assembled in Aunt Margaret’s cabin when he came in at night, that it created quite a sensation. The idea of any one of them being sent for into the master’s library was a wonder, and Tom found himself a lion among them. He did not feel the least elated, however. He only feared, when he came to think of it, that his master’s discovery of his knowledge would lead to his dismissal, and he had felt as if he was just beginning to gain the 42 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 43. friendship of his fellow-workers which he so much wished to have. There- fore it was with rather a grave face and sober step that he walked in the gathering twilight toward the man- sion. Aunt Dinah was standing on the back porch, throwing corn and feed to the chickens, who, having grown tame from long acquaintance, were crowding close around her, in order to get each one a full share of the evening meal. Tom came up and touched his cap. ‘‘ Auntie,’ said he, ‘has Mr. Suther- land finished his supper ?” Now Aunt Dinah was crabbed, and she determined, when she saw him: coming, that she would send him off rather quicker than he came, but the touched cap and voice of respect went to just the right place in her 44 - THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, heart. ‘Sure, honey, he’s ‘done supper,’ she said. “What did you - want with him?” ‘He bade me come up after tea,” replied Tom, ‘‘and he said you would show me the way to the library.” Tom rose higher in Aunt Dinah’s regard - immediately. In her own words, “ If waarster wanted one of them field hands in the lib’ry, it meant sumthin’, sure enough.” Therefore, with a little smoothing touch to her apron, she led the way through the matted hall, and knocked at one of the doors which opened from it. “This is the hbrary,” she said, and so left him. A. little girl came and opened the door—a sweet-looking, black-eyed child of about seven years old—and held it open as he stepped in. Mr. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 45 Sutherland lifted his eyes from a bundle of papers, and seeing who it was, said, “Ah! here you are. Just sit down a few minutes and I shall be able to attend to you.” Tom seated himself quietly, glad of the few minutes given him to examine the pretty room. Called a library out of compliment, it was more like a tiny drawing-room, so many little things of elegance were gathered here. The taste of the owner had full play, and showed itself rather too fond of gilt and bright colors, but at the same time toned down by a few Parian figures and antique vases, which showed where the wife had been at work. Tom looked at her, after his survey of the room, with eyes which certainly did not lack admiration. A delicate, fair woman, with the languid 46 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, manner characteristic of her country- women, but with an air of refinement and culture resting upon every move of her hand and turn of her head. A. vision of beauty such as Tom had never seen before. The little girl who had opened the door for him was seated at her mother’s feet, very industriously engaged in undressing a large doll, and at the same time sing- ing softly to herself— “ Jesus loves me—this I know, For the Bible tells me so.” There she would stop, hum the re- mainder of the tune, and then go back to the beginning again. Tom wondered whether she knew the rest of the verse, and was longing to tell her, when his master called him, and he ceased to listen, «Lom; - Baidithe. “Tumind you can write much better than I THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 47 can—(my education was neglected somehow)” he added in parenthesis, moving uneasily in his chair, with a glance at his wife—‘“‘and I have much trouble in making the merchants comprehend the accounts. I thought perhaps you might know how to decipher them, and in that case I thought I would employ you to copy — them, spending say an hour every evening. Of course you will be paid,” he added. | Mrs. Sutherland looked up from her delicate work, and eyed the boy as he bent over the papers Mr. Suther- land laid before him. “Can this boy read?” she asked, indolently. “Yes,” replied her husband. “What does he do about the place?” ‘He is a field hand,” he replied. 48 |THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. “He had better confine his attention to corn and cotton than serve you as an amanuensis. You are spoiling the hands,” she added, impatiently. Tom’s eyes never wandered from his paper, but he lost not a word, and the firm set of lips showed him no in- different listener. ) “Can you read these?” asked the master with no reply to his wife’s observation. “Veg sir, I think go.” ‘Well, then, let me hear them.” So Tom read aloud the month’s re- port of the number of hands employed, the wages of each, the amount of work performed and the expenses of the place. It was all correctly done, and then the two fell to work—the master arranging the books for Tom’s future work, and the boy copying. There of ql COZZI, t *}) W IN (fee NY Sen duu Z SS (i A WER mt ANY SNS (us -Tom made a Clerk. Freed-Boy in Alabama. Page 49. 4 ia ae “- mJ % pf Snel SGN) noes pal aT 9 us Sale ® eyes | ii en ¥ P » oe = ae aa . tee 4 a 3 Viet. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 49 ‘was nothing very elegant about the writing, but it was a round, even hand, very plain and distinct. Yet as he wrote Tom was. troubled. He wondered if his Master knew that these business affairs were all fully understood by him. Mr. Sutherland’s books were very simple, and, with Tom’s late knowledge of arithmetic, very easily understood. He wondered if his master realized that one of his field hands comprehended all the business of the plantation. By and by, when for a few minutes both came to a standstill, Tom spoke: “Mr. Sutherland, do you know that I understand all this work I am copying.” ‘Do you mean to tell me you un- stand the losses and gains during the month?” . 5 50 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, eoyese sir. Mr. Sutherland looked annoyed and perplexed, and his wife laughed and remarked that he had better take her advice and send the boy back to his cotton. ‘T would not care, Bertha,” he re- phed, “if I were only sure I could trust the boy.” “Of what are you afraid, Mr. Suth- erland?” asked Tom, with a little fire in his eyes. “Only of your reporting the state of affairs at Aunt Margaret’s gather- ings,” he replied. “T shall not do that, sir,” said Tom, firmly. “But the question is,” said Mr. Sutherland, “ whether I can trust your word.” Tom’s eyes certainly flashed fire for THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 51 a moment; all his old spirit of unre- strained passion ran through him, sending the blood throbbing all over his body, trembling on his lips, dan- cing in his eyes, gathering on his fore- head, and causing the fingers that held the pen to close upon it like a vice. This lasted for a minute, and then remembering his love for the Lord Jesus, and at the same time that the master could not know how well he could be trusted, the fingers re- laxed their grasp, the brow cleared, the lips unbent and formed a smile, and the eyes dropped. ‘‘T hope I may be trusted, sir. Will you try me?” he asked, quietly. “Yes, I will,” replied Mr. Suther- land, who had watched the play of feature, and understood a little, al- though not half, of the boy’s thought. 52 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. So they fell to work again—the little battle over and the victory won, and a battle-song of triumph in Tom’s heart, for “he that ruleth his own spirit is greater than he that taketh a city.” By and by, when the minutes had made an hour and more, the books were closed. The master’s little girl had come round near her father’s chair, and stood there holding on to the arm of the chair, swinging to and fro, and singing, “Jesus loves me,” as Tom and Mr. Sutherland finished the evening’s work with arrangements to resume it at the same hour on the morrow. Then Tom turned to the little girl: ‘Miss Lillie, do you know the rest of that verse?” he asked. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 53 *‘ No,” she replied, stopping short; “do you?” “Yes,” replied Tom; “I know all the hymn.” “Well, then, sing it,’ she de- manded. Tom looked toward Mrs. Suther- land, but her eyes were turned away, so he looked down into the waiting face upturned toward him, and softly and gently gave the sweet words: “ Jesus loves me—this I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to him belong ; They are weak, but he is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me. “ Jesus loves me—he who died: Heaven’s gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let his little child come in, Yes, Jesus loves me. “ Jesus Joves me—he will stay . Close beside me all the way; 5 # 54 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, If I love him when T die, He will take me home on high. Yes, Jesus love me.” She had kept her black eyes fixed upon his face throughout the hymn, and when he had finished, seeing his earnestness, she asked : “Do you love Jesus ?” : How it startled him! He glanced quickly toward the two listeners, but Mrs. Sutherland had not changed her position, and the master’s eyes were on the floor and his face unreadable. It was a pity they were not looking at him, for as his eyes came back to the questioner and saw how she was awaiting his reply, all the new love and allegiance flashed back upon him, and his reply was given with a smile that was worth seeing. “Oh yes, I love the Lord Jesus.” THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 55 Then he rose and moved toward the door, but his bare feet on the carpet | made no sound. He stopped at the threshold and waited for a word, but none came; so he said: ‘‘ Good-even- ing, Mr.and Mrs. Sutherland.” The mistress dismissed him with a little bow, without raising her head, and the master roused and replied, “Ah! going? Well, good-night. I'll see you to-morrow.” So Tom went out into the night, clear and beautiful, with innumerable stars shining down out of heaven, and the rich earth lying in the beauty of its early spring dress all about him. Down at the quarters he could see sparkling lights from the fires which the open doors left in view. From the little log-barn, long ago out of use, came the voices of the people who 56 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. were holding a meeting there. He listened a moment, but he could not catch the words, so he walked nearer, and stopped beneath the tree where he had read his precious letters, and there the words came distinctly to his ear, borne to him by the sweet even- ing breeze: “My good Lord’s been here, Has been here, has been here: My good Lord’s been here, And blessed my soul, and gone. Seeker, where were you When my good Lord was here?” ‘““My good Lord’s been here,” said Tom softly to himself, and then he kneeled down and thanked God humbly and gratefully both for the opportunity he had given him, and also for this night’s victory. No pride of the task assigned him entered his mind; and when, after curious THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 57. questioning in Aunt Margaret’s cabin as to the result of his visit to the man- sion, he told them that Mr. Suther- land wanted some writing done by him, he had no pride in the announce- ment; and when he saw, as he could not help seeing, how he rose imme- diately in the estimation of his questioners, he was very glad, only because it might help in his work for Jesus. It was Tom’s plan to start a little Sunday-school after a while. He felt very timid about it, and although he had taken no decided step in the matter, he had gradually won his way to the hearts of the people on the place, and by frequent acts of kindness “was becoming rather popular among them. As I said before, this was very dangerous. He might forget for 58 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. whom he was working, and learn to think only of himself. This could not be yet, however, for he still looked to Jesus for help and strength, and while he did so he was secure. As soon as it was noised abroad that the master needed Tom’s services to write for him every night, the respect for Tom increased, and put him in the way of more work. The people who, like Tom, had come to the plantation for the summer, came to him to have letters written and messages sent to their absent friends, so Tom’s hands began to be quite full; and always intent as he was upon his work for Jesus, he would send a message or a bit of advice or counsel to the friends of those for whom he wrote, and so his influence became widespread. How much pleasure he took in answering THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 59 the two letters which had brought him so much comfort was best known to himself, but his face was brighter and his step lighter for days after- ward. There was one face, however, which was steadily set against his growing popularity from the first. This was Jimmy, his school-mate in Huntsville and his room-mate here. After a few evenings, he gave up study and with- drew himself from his friend more and more. He knew almost as much as Tom, but he cared nothing at all about. it, except to be envious of his friend’s position. “I can write as well as he,” he would often say, but when asked to send a letter, he would always refuse. So he continually boasted of the amount he knew, but would never show his knowledge. Their rooming 60 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. together had been pleasant at first, but of late there had been scarcely a word between them. Jimmy shunned him — on every occasion, and when forced into his company would say sneering things with regard to Tom’s ‘great learning,” as he called it. Yet still Tom was uniformly kind and polite, and when those around would silence Jimmy in some one of his insolent speeches, his replies came always mild and gentle. This conduct gained for him more friends and more kindly attention to the words he spoke for Jesus than anything else could have done. It does not take learned minds: to know when those around them live according to their profession. Not a word of all this reached Martha; and when, months after, he told her of the struggle of these days, THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 61 she knew that only the strength given him from above had enabled him to bear it. No, the letters that came as a piece of freshness and unbounded pleasure to Martha were full of what- ever Tom could find of love and cheer to put in them. Of his efforts in the work for Jesus he told her, with a longing to do more, but there was no mention of trials or difficulties, and the letters were read and put carefully away with just the feeling of joy and thankfulness which Tom had striven for when he wrote them. 6 CHAP THR iy. * Leave God to order all thy ways, And hope in him, whate’er betide ; Thou’lt find him in the evil days: An all-sufficient strength and guide Who trusts in God’s unchanging love, Builds on a rock that naught can move.” GEORGE NewMARK’s Hymn. BOUT this time, and for some weeks later, Tom longed continu- ally to commence a more decided ser- vice.for his Master. But there were several things that came in the way: First, after his long day’s work in the fields, his evening writing, although only for an hour, was very wearying, and often when he reached the house at night he could not, from fatigue, 62 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 63 either study or talk with those who nightly gathered there. Then, too, he felt that if he should undertake a regular Sunday-school, it would meet with opposition from the master, Mr. Sutherland. He had been very kind to him so far, and paid him liberally for his evening work, but Tom had never seen the little girl since that first night, and somehow he connected the little hymn he had taught her and her absence together. Then his pupils had no books, and it seemed to him that whatever other people might do, he could not teach a Sunday-school without books. With it all he became weary and very homesick, longing for the sight of a familiar face. His face grew more sober and his step heavier. He strove against it and tried to feel thankful, but it was hard indeed, and 64 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. although his friends noticed it less than he imagined, yet Tom was not happy. One night, however, the opportunity for which he had been watching and waiting so long came to him when he least expected it. He turned homeward from his writing on this particular evening very weary and _heartsick. Had Martha seen him, she would have known that all was not well with him, but he knew that he was alone, so he allowed his despondent feelings full play. As he lifted the latch of the door and heard the voices within, he heaved a little sigh, wished for an hour’s quiet study with Martha, and then reso- lutely stepped within the room. There were a number gathered as usual, and they were very busily talk- THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 65 ing about something, yet they all looked up when Tom came in. “Ah! here he is now,’ some one remarked. “Tom,” said one of the men, whose volce he had heard as he came 1n, ‘we've been talking about you. You see, we’ve come to the conclusion that you knows a heap more’n the rest of us, and we’s been studyin’ as to how maybe you'd be willin’ to teach us a little of nights, after you gets through up to the great house.” ‘“T would very gladly teach you any time, Uncle Silas,” replied Tom, think- ing that any hold on their hearts was a gain, “but the trouble here, just as in another plan of mine, is that we have no books.” | “But some of us has got books, honey,” said one old woman, ‘and 6 * 66 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. we'll lend ’em to those as has none of their own. Now there’s eight of us here to-night, and plenty more that wants to come. What do you say ?” What do you think he said, reader? Can you imagine how his face bright- ened, or can you hear the heartiness of his consent to their plan? This new work, sent him, as he believed, by God, was entered upon immediately with a great deep joy and a silent thanksgiving in his heart. He gave his first lesson that very night, listen- ing to the slowly-spelled words of those who were proud to say they had commenced to learn, and to the rest showing the first letters of the alpha- bet. He did not confine himself to these, however, but as he went the rounds from one to another, he would lead the talk from some word in the THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 67 book to something he had heard or read elsewhere, putting them in a way, while they were learning their letters, to store their minds from his with many better things. “Such an opportunity to work for Jesus!” his heart cried exultingly, and so when the clock struck nine, as he told them they had learned enough for one evening, he added that “he would like to read to them before they went.” They were very well content; so he opened his Bible and read to them— with such an interest in the words himself that the listening was pleas- ant—the story of the Good Samari- tan; and then, closing the book, he re- peated it again in words which were better understood by them, enforcing the lesson which is among the most 68 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, beautiful taught by our Saviour in his parables: “Go and do thou likewise.” Then he dismissed them, saying that on the next evening they should meet again, and that they might bring as many of their friends as chose to come. ‘‘My house used to be a place of frolic, honey,’ Aunt Margaret said, as they went out, “but now it is a place of education.” ~ And Tom, happy boy! went up stairs and kneeled beside his bed with his heart full of thanks. They could not be expressed, but a tear or two told all he could not say, and Jimmy’s rather spiteful remark, that “he sup- posed he felt too big for anything,” fell on his ears as lightly as the sum- mer’s rain upon the moist soil. Al- though his head throbbed with the effort of the day, his field-work in the THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 69 burning sun and the double task of the evening, yet his waking thoughts were as sweet as his sleep, and that was most calm and peaceful. It so happened that, a day or two after, Mr. Sutherland took him away from his regular work in the field, and sent him into the barn to receive the loads of hay which were being brought in from the field. Tom was always glad of these occasional changes, be- cause they rested him from more fatiguing work, and often gave him a few minutes in which to study. He brought his Bible and his arithmetic with him when he came out this morning, and it so happened that he found leisure to give them atten- tion, for the field from which the hay was being brought was at a consider- able distance, and it took some time 70 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. for them to come with the loads, During one of these leisure times he had seated himself on the step of the ereat door at the back of the barn, and was intent upon his Bible, when he heard some child’s voice singing, and looking up he saw, just coming into the barn at the other end, Lillie Sutherland, whom he had not seen since the first evening he spent at the house. She saw him justas he looked up, and stopped both her walk and her music, and stood looking at him. She was a pretty little creature to see, but Tom did not wait for that. “Miss Lillie, can’t you come here and see me?” asked he. She shook her head, but stood still with her eyes still fixed upon him, and then suddenly stepped very quick- ly forward. | THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. ‘71 “Oh, are you the boy that writes for papa?” she asked. “Yes, Miss Lillie,” replied Tom; “do you remember me?” “Certainly Ido. Sing ‘Jesus loves me? Y So Tom, amused at her manner, but very well content to do as she asked, sung the hymn through to a very attentive listener; but to his aston- ishment, when he had finished she asked him the same question as once before. ‘Do you love Jesus ?” “Yes,” replied Tom—adding quiet- ly, ‘do you?” “Yes,” she returned; “I cannot help it, because he is so kind; but mamma does not like it, nor papa, very much. Tom was not astonished, ae 72 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, grieved, but he said as calmly as before, ‘‘ That makes no difference.” “Ought I to love Jesus just the same, and pray to him just the same, if mamma does not like it ?”’ “What has Jesus done for you?” asked Tom. ‘‘He died for me,” she replied, as if it were a needless question. “Yes,” rephed Tom, with a smile, turning over the leaves of his Bible, ‘he died for you and me.” “Well, what then?” asked the child, waiting to see what was coming next, but getting no word. “Why,” said Tom, eae up, ay think when anybody has died for me, I can never do enough for them if I work all my life.” She stood for several minutes after that, with her eyes away out in the THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 73 green fields, and chen ‘she said sud- denly: ‘Does God love you just as well as he does me, when you are black and I am white?” — Tom’s lip took a sorrowful curve for an instant, and then he replied, “Just as well;” and the words were very decided. She gave him another good look out of her great black eyes, and then seat- ing herself on the step, she said: ur “Read?” So he opened his Bible and read to her the story of the crucifixion. It needed no comment or simpler ren- dering, for the story, as it ever does and ever will, made instant impress on the heart and mind of the listener. Did you ever try to imagine what the feelings of the apostles must have 7 . 74 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, been when they wrote those four sublime gospels? What a work of intermingled joy and pain it must have been ! “Now, Miss Liaillic,” said .'Tom, when he had finished, “if you can read, I want you to go home and read this over for yourself, and then think whem you ought to love.” “What shall I do then?” asked the child, as if she already surmised the result of the reading. ‘“ Remember this one verse, and if I ever see you again, I shall ask you whether you have done as it com- mands: ‘If God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.’ ”’ She repeated it two or three times after him, and then stood quietly un- til the sound of voices reached her; and then, with one quick glance in the THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 75 direction from which they came, she sprang through the door, out across the yard toward the back of the house. Up through the front gate in the op- posite direction came the great load, and ‘Tom received the hay, standing in the upper loft of the barn. And so it was that, after thinking over the interview, and sorrowing that the religion he loved was to some hedged about with so many difficul- ties, when he gathered his class about him that night, and looked around upon them, feeling that he need not be afraid to speak for Jesus here, he felt most devoutly thankful in his heart for the liberty which is ours when Christ has made us free. The interest manifested by his pupils was wonderful. Old gray-headed men bent over their spelling-books and 76 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. tried hard to decipher the words, look- ing up into the youthful face that watched them as to one above them- selves,, because to him had _ been eranted a privilege which was not theirs. As the days advanced this did not lessen in the least; if any- thing, it seemed to increase. It was a beautiful thing to see, and to any, one who felt an interest in the welfare of these neglected souls a peep into this tiny school-room was worth go- ing far to see. Tom often wished Miss Mason could bethere. He tried to say as little in his home letters about his own connection with it as he well could, but he knew not what a happy sense of duty done they con- tained in those days. His teacher used to read them over, and say it was sweet refreshment in her weary THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 77 work—this boy’s good service for his Lord, and the utter simplicity and yet full gladness with which he wrote of it. It was joy, yet the letters home were the best part of it. There were hours abroad and at home when the work was all done—house, field, and school tasks all completed—when the pressure on Tom’s mind seemed more than he could bear. That which lay heaviest was the care he felt over these souls who for five or six hours every week were committed to his care. ‘Teach them he did, well and faithfully, but it was the work for Jesus which he was in constant fear that he should neglect. He grew so morbid over it that whenever he heard a man in the field swear or speak wrongly, he always questioned y a 78 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. whether if he, Tom, had done his duty this would have happened. His suc- cess was far beyond his knowledge. He was so constantly in the habit of dropping a word for Jesus, because “out of the abundance of his heart his mouth spake,” that the people learned to expect that when they came to him in odd minutes for as- sistance in their tasks, there would be a word of holy cheer given them before they went away. They learned to have a strange reverence for this boy. It was some little time before Tom discovered that Mr. Sutherland knew of all this, but the master had heard the boy’s name in so many directions that at length he became interested to know how far his popu- larity extended. A few inquiries gave him all he wanted—enough to. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 79 astonish him at any rate—and then Tom heard of it. One day at noon Tom stood in the field, leaning against the branch of a tree, resting himself and softly sing- ing, when up came one of his evening scholars with an appeal for help. “T knowed you knowed,” he said, apologetically, ‘so I brought it to find out.” ~ Tom took it with a little weary sigh, which he did not allow to reach his lips, and gave the required help. As he handed back the book he asked, with a smile, ‘“ How are you getting on now, Un- cle Gilbert ?” “ Only toler’ble, Tom,” he returned ; “old feller’s aches and pains right. smart bad sometimes.” “The Lord Jesus will take the pain 80 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. away, because you will not feel it when you are bearing it for him. Have you asked him, uncle?” “J reckon, Tom, the Lord thinks old Gil no ’count.” “You are as useful as I am, Uncle Gilbert, and I once asked God for patience, and he gave me enough to last me through a long illness. Look to him, uncle.” So Uncle Gilbert ae away, and after a few minutes’ very grave thought, Tom turned around to take up his hoe and found his master at his elbow. His hand was at his cap in an instant. ‘You do your teaching at all hours of the day, Tom ?” he said, pleasantly. “Yes, sir, they are anxious to learn,” replied Tom; and then, gathering cour- ~ age, he added, “I have been wanting to ask you for a long time whether THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 81. you had any objection to the school which I hold every evening at Aunt Margaret’s.” ‘No, not in the least,” replied Mr. Sutherland, “although I must say I was surprised to find that you had undertaken it, when I knew you had your hands full already.” _ “They wanted, sir, and I knew how I used to want when I could not have. I could not refuse.” “T sometimes think,” said Mr. Suth- erland slowly, with his eyes on his fingers, which were chipping off pieces. of bark from the tree against whieh Tom leaned—* I sometimes think that we are just beginning to understand your people.” He got a very deep look out of . the dark eyes in reply, but that was all. 82 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. “T came over here,’ he continued after a moment, ‘‘to say to you that I think you had better leave your field- work altogether, and devote your days to my books and your evenings to your school. You are doing too much.” Tom’s eyes sparkled for a moment, but then he returned gravely, “I know it, sir, but I think with your leave I will still keep on. Martha— my sister—writes me that work is hard to get, and they will need my earnings.” “Oh, I shall continue your wages just the same,” said Mr. Sutherland hastily. “It is for my interest to do so. I shall need you longer now, as the returns begin to come in.” “Then, sir, I would gladly come,” replied Tom joyfully, “and thank you THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 83 very much. My work is very weary- ing sometimes.” “Well, that is all then. Come up as usual to-night—I shall want you. Good-morning.” “Good-morning, sir,” rephed Tom, and after watching his master until he disappeared, he clasped his hands and looked upward, with every particle of pain and weariness banished from his face. “He knoweth them that trust in him,” he thought. His letter to Martha that night carried joy with it. ro CHAPTER V. “Get thy spindle and thy distaff ready, and God will give thee flax.”—O_p PRovVERB. FTER the commencement of Tom’s evening school, and before he gave up his field-work, his time was so fully occupied that when the labors of the day were over, he often felt so very weary that he had almost given up the thought of his Sunday-school; and when it did occur to him in his long- ing to do more Christian work, he knew very well that he had not leisure enough to devote to any such thing. Now, however, as soon as he was in- stalled in the master’s house, to spend 64 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 89d five or six hours every day with his books, in the leisure hours which came to him, the thought of the Sunday-school recurred to him con- stantly. Still, he dreaded to under- take this task. He felt how very young he was, and saw dimly what an undertaking it would be. It was quite a long time therefore before he took any active steps in the matter, and ‘ then it was through a letter from Miss Mason. She had known a little, from what Tom had written, of how the boy was progressing; and although long ago he had told her of his anxiety to commence a Sunday-school, she had never heard more of it, and of late his letters were written in a half-despond- ing tone, which she could not feel easy about; so she wrote him a letter which, without mentioning the subject, gave 8 86 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, him just what he wanted to think about, “The Lord’s work needs hands always,” she wrote. ‘I took up a book the other day when I was feeling rather listless and inclined to remain at home, and I had not read two verses of a hymn upon which my eyes fell before I laid it down, put on my bonnet and went out to visit my scholars. Isn’t there some work for you, Tom, among all those people? Suppose you remember the two verses I read, and if they affect you as they did me, it will not be long before the Lord’s work comes ready at your hands.” | “Two hands across the breast, And work is done; Two pale feet crossed in rest The race is run; THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 87 Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease ; Two lips where grief is mute, And wrath at peace : So pray we ofttimes, mourning our lot; God in his kindness answereth not. “Two hands to work addressed, } Aye for his praise! Two feet that never rest, Walking his ways; Two eyes that look above, Still through all tears ; Two lips that speak but love, _ Never more fears: So cry we afterward low on our knee, Pardon those erring prayers—Father, hear these !’’ ‘“‘T was feeling just in the mood that the first verse expresses, Tom, but the second verse sent me out. Can we do too much for Him who said, ‘the fields are white unto the harvest,’ and who told us through his blessed apostle John, ‘Let him that heareth say, Come’ ?” 88 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, Tom drank in every word of this letter as one who was athirst, and he had just put it‘away the morning after its reception, after a third reading, and was bending over his writing, when Mr. Sutherland came in and sat down to read the newspaper. Tom’s pen moved more slowly. He glanced fre- quently from his task to Mr. Suther- land, and once or twice held his pen above the paper, watching him as though he wished to speak, and fin- ally, when Mr. Sutherland laid down his reading, Tom lifted his head and spoke—very faintly, indeed, at first : “Mr. Sutherland, I wanted to ask a favor of you.” “Well, Tom, be in a hurry; I must get over to the other plantation.” This was not very cheering, but THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 89 after the first effort he gained fresh courage : “T have long been wishing to start a Sunday-school among the people, Mr. Sutherland. Have you any ob- jection to my undertaking it ?” ‘‘Isn’t one school enough for you, Tom ?” asked Mr. Sutherland, a little oruffly. ‘‘No, sir,” he replied, with a little smile—‘‘not while I can do more good.” “There is no isles to hold a Sun- day-school,” objected the master. ‘There is an empty log-cabin out beyond the quarters, which would do very well in warm weather.” “Then I suppose you will shout and make a great noise about it.” ‘No, sir, indeed,” urged Tom; ‘it will be as quiet as white people’s - 8 * 90 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. schools—as near like the one I have been attending all the year as I can possibly make it.” “Well,” returned Mr. Sutherland, “JT don’t know that I care much; but mind, if there is any disturbance [ will put an end to it at short notice.” Tom thanked him with a face full of pleasure, and returned to his work with a glad heart. That evening, just-after his work at the house was finished, and just be- fore school-time, he went down to the quarters and visited the people. With a great deal of timidity and faint- heartedness he knocked at the first cabin door, but it was here his round of joy began. He used in years after to look back upon the pretty twilight walk with utter joy, and never with- out a fresh desire in his heart to work THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 91 for that Lord who always gives the wherewithal when we have the spirit. ‘“Tt’s Tom Alson,” said the little child who opened the first cabin door, and Tom heard his welcome from within : ‘Come in, Tom, here’s supper just ready,” said Aunt Polly’s voice, ‘and you must have somethin’, sure. It’s a fine ev’nin’, isn’t it?” “ Beautiful, Aunt Polly, but I must not stop. We are going to have a Sunday-school in the log-house be- hind the quarters Sunday afternoon, and I came to find out whether you would come.” “Ts you gwine to be thar?” asked she. “Certainly, Aunt Polly.” “Then [ll come, sure. Bring the chil’ens, did you say? I reckon I 92 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, will if you want them. Why, do you know Polly and Becky ?” for the chil- dren had given Tom a very glad greeting. ‘“ Yes’m, I know them,” he replied; “we are quite old friends. Now I must go; good-bye.” And so on to the next house, and the next, and the next—everywhere a warm greeting and a petition that he would stay; everywhere the children ran, for Tom had in no way neglected to make their acquaintance long ago, thinking always that he might leave with them of the sweet Bible words on which he lived. His heart grew bigger and bigger with thankful de- light and pleasure as his list swelled. Two or three places he was obliged to stop to explain the evening lesson or read a few words, so that when he THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 933 reached the step of Aunt Margaret’s. cabin it was almost dark. To any but Tom the experience of the after-. noon might have brought a little feel- ing of his own importance and the re- spect in which these people held him, but there was nothing of that—only a devout thankfulness and a longing to: have Martha with him to share his joy. But more than ever he longed for: the help which he knew she could give when he called his little Sunday- school together on Sunday afternoon. His face did not show what he felt, but it was only with the help of a fer- vent prayer that he brought himself there at all. When he opened his lit- tle Bible to read, there were thirty faces looking toward him—men, wo- men and children of every age. They 94 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. each brought a chair or a stool with them, and sitting around the sides of the cabin, some leaning back and others erect, they all gave the most careful and fixed attention to the voice, manner and words of the reader. As for Tom, with a trembling heart, he opened his Bible and began. He had chosen one of the Psalms, and as the words of trust, and refuge, and sure strength have come home to tired hearts ever since the words were first given, so they came home to Tom’s heart, and made him ‘strong in the Lord of hosts.” The prayer that followed was our Saviour’s own, and oh how much bet- ter it made Tom feel! They sang after that one of their own hymns, and the words given in their full, rich voices, with all the pathos belonging pecu- THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 95 liarly to the race, stilled more hearts than one. “There’s no more rain to wet you, Oh yes! I want to go home—want to go home; Dere’s no sun to burn you, Oh yes! I want to go home—want to go home; Dere’s no hard trials, Oh yes! I want to go home—want to go home; No eyil-doers in de kingdom, Oh yes! I want to go home—want to go home; All is gladness in de kingdom, Oh yes! I want to go home—want to go home.” After they had finished, Tom talked to them a while from some sweet Bible words. Oh how humble, how unfit he felt that he should be the one to lead them home! It was only his love for Christ that brought the words forth at all, but that, stirring his soul, sent that which was sweet to hear. As for those who listened, it was no- thing new to them. All that was strange was that he should talk to 96 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. them all at once, but there was not one there who had not heard the name of Jesus from the boy’s lips before. They all knew how sweetly it came, or they would not have been here to- day. ‘‘When young Tom talks re- ligion, I can listen,” said one old man. ‘He talks sense, and he is brimming over with God’s love.” That was the secret of his success everywhere. ~ Just as he had finished his little talk he looked up, and through the doorway he could see Mr. Sutherland walking quietly down the road toward the building. It confused him for a minute, but then, regaining his com- posure, he asked them to sing again ; so when Mr. Sutherland came in the wild notes of another hymn were be- ing thrown out on the sweet summer afternoon air. The master stopped THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. oF just within the door and stood still to listen. When they ceased singing, Tom asked them if they remembered any texts which they could repeat. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then one said: ‘Men ought always to pray and not to faint.” “ Yes,” replied Tom, with a smile, “if people pray they will not faint. Are there any more?” There were plenty more. It only needed some one to commence. One followed another, and their memories seemed stored with sweet words of rest and hope. Minds which could not grasp many a simpler thing of every-day life, rested and dwelt upon the divine words, and understood them because they were divine. ‘When they had finished Tom looked 9 98 YHE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. round toward Mr. Sutherland with a little smile of triumph, but there was no response there. He stood with his hat pushed back off his forehead, and one hand thrust negligently into his pocket, leaning against the door-post. His eyes were on the floor, but some- how Tom knew they had not been - fixed there for the past fifteen minutes. Nevertheless, he turned back a little disappointed. “T think it is time to close now,” he said. ‘We have no books or we would have a short lesson, but if you like to come next Sunday we will be glad to see you all. Now let us put ourselves in God’s hands, and then go home.” So Tom kneeled by the little rush- bottomed chair he had brought from Aunt Margaret’s cabin, and gave his THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 99 school into God’s keeping for the week, praying that the words they had heard to-day might stay by them always, and help them in all they did to work for God’s glory. Then Tom arose, just in time to see Mr. Sutherland standing erect in the doorway, his hat in his hand and his head bent in the attitude of prayer. Tom’s heart gave’ one throb of joy. There were others that saw it besides himself, he knew, and it was all he wanted to impress the lesson of the afternoon. What a blessed Sunday evening that was! I think Tom never spent such another. The Sunday- school grew and prospered ever after that, and the Sunday evenings were always pleasant, but never one like this. It was a stand taken, a point. gained; begun thus in God’s strength, 100 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. it was sure to succeed.- Tom was very grateful. After supper, he sat on the step of Aunt Margaret’s cabin, letting the full moonlight pour over him, and longing for Martha’s presence that he might talk over the precious after- noon with her. Whilst he thus sat and mused two or three children approached him from the quarters, and stopping near him, one of them timidly asked him, “Tf you please Tom, could you teach us a text for next Sunday? We want to recite something.” “Yes, oh yes.” Tom was willing, so they sat down on the step below him, and each one was given a text. “Tove one another with a pure heart fervently.” That was the first. - “God resisteth the proud and THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 101 giveth grace unto the humble.” That was the second. The third—which Tom gave to the eldest of the three, who sat looking up earnestly at him, waiting for his words—was one whose glorious words had been pouring their light through Tom’s soul ever since the afternoon school—his triumph in Christ’s name: “This is the. victory that over- cometh the world, even our faith.” 9% : ute Gale Boel St bi Oy 2a 0 Te “ How sweet, how heavenly is the sight When those that love the Lord In one another’s peace delight, And thus fulfill his word !” HERE was one part of Tom’s Sunday-school and evening-school work which I think he never took into consideration’ when he was endeavoring to calculate, as he was very fond of doing, the extent of its influence and the number of people to whom it had been the means of doing good. I say, I think he never discovered the amount of good it did to two loving hearts at home—Miss Mason and Martha. After the com- mencement of his evening-school, he 102 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 103 had written every week, either to his sister or his teacher, and when the modestly written accounts were read by those for whom they were written, it did them a world of good. “Brother Tom is doing so much, Miss Mason,” said Martha, one day, as she stood by Miss Mason’s sitting- room fire, with Tom’s last letter in her hand, ‘I feel as if I was not doing anything.” “We must just sit still and be thank- ful, until our work comes, Martha,’ replied Miss Mason. ‘God will send it to us if we ask him. You had part of yours when Tom was sick, and this that he is doing is only an outgrowth from that.” “This that Tom was doing” was a great deal. No one who saw him. bending over Mr. Sutherland’s books 104 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. hour after hour, copying the roughly- written accounts, would have imagined that his name was spoken everywhere over the plantation with praise and love. A very modest-looking colored boy he was, plain of face, with only those dark, earnest eyes to make him beautiful. A grave mouth, not much given to smiling, but which never wore any look of discontent or dis- trust. Hands used to work, but grown tender of late when the work had © been only the long hours of writing. His feet were bare; there was no need of shoes and stockings, and there was no inclination for them, for Tom’s money went to buy what was needed at home; so they rested on the soft carpet of the library and the carpet- less floor of Aunt Margaret’s cabin alike. To astranger going into Mr. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 105 Sutherland’s house of a morning, and watching the still figure at the desk in the library, the contrast between the boy and his surroundings would have been striking. There was no- thing fine or stylish about Tom. His dress was very plain, whole and neat, but coarse and ordinary. There was nothing elegant about him, yet all things around him were so. You remember I[ told you about the library. There was everything there that money could buy and taste de- vise. Mr. Sutherland had taken this room for himself and Tom, soon after the boy had commenced to spend his time there, and they two were the only ones who occupied it. Not one bit of the prettiness was lost upon Tom. The little education he had re-. ceived had fitted him, as education 106 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. fits everybody, to admire and appre- ciate all that is worthy of praise. Tom liked the velvet library chairs better than the wooden ones at home; he preferred the hanging scarlet cur- tains to none at all; and he even chose rather to see the time by the French clock on the walnut bracket than by Aunt Margaret’s ancient time-piece. He never showed this outside. He only thought it to himself, and he never felt out of place in the library. Nobody who knew him well thought so either. He seemed a part of the library to Mr. Sutherland, and in no way a contrast to any of the surround- ings. The house-servants had learned to have a wonderful respect for him. Occasionally he had been obliged to ask of them some little service, and with considerable timidity he had done THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 107 so, but he was always served with the utmost willingness and pleasure. The first time he ever ventured this was one wet morning in August. Mr. Sutherland always ordered a fire when there was a rain-storm, even in the close, warm days of summer, and on this particular day he was expected home about ten o’clock, and had or- dered a fire to be in readiness. The order, however, was forgotten, and when Tom came in to his morning’s work it was cold and cheerless, and the heavy summer rain was beating against the windows. Tom knew there would be trouble if Mr. Suther- land came home and found it so, but, on the other hand, he thought there might be more trouble if he were to go into the kitchen and order a fire made. He thought of it several min- 108 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, ates, and then, coming to the conclu- sion that it would better to stand the fire of Aunt Dinah’s anger than Mr. Sutherland’s, he quietly betook him- self across the wide hall and appeared at the kitchen door. ‘Laws! here’s. Tom,” said Aunt Dinah, stopping her work to look at him. ‘ What brings you here?” she added. | ‘Aunt Dinah,” he replied, “I’m sorry to trouble you, but there is no fire in the library, and Mr. Suther- Jand ordered one before he went away this morning. If you will be kind enough to give me the wood, [’ll make one, for I think Mr. Sutherland will be better pleased to find a cheerful room when he comes back.” _ “Tom, you just turn round and go back to your writing,” said Aunt THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 109 Dinah, indignantly. ‘I’m sorry as ever I can be that there’s no fire, but T’ll have one there in five minutes. I don’t know what these niggers means by disobeyin’ my orders. Here, you Jack!” she called out, catching sight of the youngest of her flock, “why didn’t you make” the library fire? Here’s Tom got no fire to write by, and he your Sunday- school teacher, too. Ain’t you ’shamed of yourself.” “Oh, Aunt Dinah, I don’t care for myself,’ Tom replied. “Give me the wood and Tl] make it.” “What do you ’spose Master Suth- erland do to this chile if she let you make the fire? Go ‘long with you and set your pen to scratchin’, and in five minutes there be a blaze goin’ up that chimney fit to take the roof off.” 10 110 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, So Tom obeyed, and in less than the time she mentioned a little boy was kneeling in front of the grate, softly laying in the pieces of wood, and ‘Tom heard Aunt Dinah tell him, as a last word as she opened the library door to admit him, “Now, you Jack, whatever you do, don’t ’sturb Tom’s writin’.” One morning, some time later than this, Tom was occupied over his morn- ing’s work, writing away very busily, when he heard the door open softly and then close again. He was sitting with his back to it, so he did not look around, but went on with his task. Presently, however, lifting his head and hand together to move some papers, he found standing by his side, with motionless eyes fixed upon his face, Lillie Sutherland. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 111 Good-morning, Miss Lillie,” said Tom, respectfully. “I did not know you were there, or I would have spoken before.” ‘Papa said,” returned the child, “that I might come in and see you if I could be very still and not speak to you until you were ready.”’ “Well, I am ready now,” replied Tom; ‘only first let me get you a chair.” So he rose and with a gen- tle courtesy placed a low-seated rock- ing-chair near his table and asked her to be seated. She watched him bring it, and then seated herself with the utmost satisfac- tion. “‘T came,” she said with an import- ant air, which sat very curiously on her little figure, “to ask you if I might come to your Sunday-school.” 112 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, Tom was very much surprised. ‘TI am afraid your father would not like it, Miss Lillie,” he said, gently. ‘But papa said I might, and mam- ma said she did not care,” urged Lillie. ‘Tam sure I'll be glad to see you, Miss Lillie, but are you sure you would like it? ‘There is no one there but the people from the quarters.” “Yes, I know, but you talk about Jesus, don’t you?” “Oh yes!” replied Tom, the little smile hovering about his lips which always came at any loving mention of his Saviour’s name. “Well, then, that’s just what I want to come for. I never hear anything about Jesus at home. And _ besides, he is there with you.” “Yes,” replied Tom, earnestly— “ves indeed, Miss Lillie. I was very THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 113 wrong to forget that. I shall be very glad to see you.” “Thank you, Tom; then I will come, but I want something more. Jake says the children learn verses to say— hymns or Bible verses. Won’t you teach me one? I knowa good many old ones, but I want something quite new for the first Sunday.” Tom’s eyes fell for a moment, and a curious look flashed from them into the roses on the carpet. It was of gladness that he knew just what she wanted and could give it to her—of sorrow that more about him did not know, and a mingling of both joy and sorrow that she, the daughter of the house, should be obliged to come to him, a laborer on the plantation, for the knowledge of Jesus. But when his words came, they 10 # 114 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. showed none of his thought, except a realization of who it was to whom he was speaking: “T think, Miss Lillie, I can give you a very pretty little verse I learned a few days ago. Will you stay a few minutes longer and learn it ?” “Yes indeed,” she replied, “I will stay.” So line by line, in the same simple way he had given the Bible verses to the children on Sunday, he taught her the four lines he had selected. She learned them very soon and then rose to go. ‘Tom rose too, and opened the door for her. “Tf you please, Miss Lillie,” he said as he dismissed her, ‘‘send one of the children down to the cabin with a chair on Sunday. We all bring our . own seats.” THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 115 Tom did not forget his new scholar between that morning and the follow- ing Sunday afternoon. He thought of her many times, and was very glad that she was coming; nevertheless it was with a mingled feeling of pleasure and embarrassment that he saw the little green velvet chair standing close to his own when he came into the eabin on Sunday afternoon. The people were evidently very curious about it, and divided their glances between Tom’s face and the pretty seat. The greater part of them thought it was for him, but he took his own chair, and left them still in doubt. ‘Tom waited for Lillie a little beyond his time, so that when the child appeared at length in the door- way there were a number of eyes watching her. 116. THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. She brought herself in her little embroidered dress down through the midst of them, and seated herself in the chair, and the two fitted each other so exactly as to leave no doubt as to the person for whom it had been placed there. ~ Then Tom commenced his school in his usual way, without the least want of composure, although he felt his position not a little. He had perfect attention. Lillie’s dress attracted two or three pair of bright eyes, but no more; the teacher’s words were too good to be lost. : There were a number of verses given this afternoon, but each one was re- warded with a word of praise from Tom. He had learned his position. Outside he might be, and was, one of them, but here he was undoubtedly VST wy A= PROBASTY School. abin Sunday g-C Lo The Page 116. Fred-Boy in Alabama. THE FREED BOY IN AIABAMA. 117 their teacher, and no one ever at- tempted to gainsay his authority in- side his Sunday-school room. ‘Would you like to say your verse, Miss Lillie?” he said at length, turn- ing to her as the others finished. “Certainly I should,” she replied. “T learned it perfectly.” So she rose and. stood beside her chair, with one hand resting on its carved back, and recited with an earn- estness caught in part from the way which Tom had given her the words— “He prayeth best who loveth best, All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” There was a low laugh of admira- tion went all around the room when she finished, and Tom with a pleased smile said, 118 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, ‘That was very nicely done.” Then, with the usual prayer for help and guidance, he dismissed them, and then offered to take Miss Lillie’s chair up to the house for her. ‘‘No,” she replied, carelessly, ‘ let it stand; I will send Jack for it.” So he did as she requested, and took his way toward the quarters. Miss Lillie, however, kept up with him, talking and asking questions about the Sunday-school. ‘Tom, how- ever, seemed absent-minded, and fin- ally stopped short in the path. “Miss Lillie, I wish you would let me go back after that chair,” he said. “Why, Tom, I don’t care if you want to,” she replied, in a surprised tone, “ but Jack can come just as well.” Tom would not listen, but ran to the school-room, took the chair, and THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 119 came back to where Lillie was stand- ing, bearing it on his shoulder. So they walked up through the quarters beside all the cabin doors, at which the people were gathered and watching; on up to the house, on the piazza of which Tom put down his burden, and touching his cap bade Miss Lillie “ good-afternoon,” and walked away. He knew exactly what he had done, and why he had done it. When he had found that Miss Lillie intended coming up with him through the quarters, he knew that among the people, even those that loved Tom best, there would arise a jealousy that Miss Lillie should notice one more than another. The beginning of this he had seen before, and for fear his influence with them might be lessened 120 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, in the slightest degree, he did the very thing which set it all at rest im- mediately. And so, as they stood at their doors and watched the two go by, it seemed just as it should be to them. ‘Tom, as Lillie’s servant, bore her chair. It satisfied them entirely, and ‘Tom gained rather than lost in their opinion. Now, do my young readers under- stand what I am talking about. Tom felt not one whit above his fellow-ser- vants, but for fear they should think he did, and so the religion he was try- ing to spread should be hindered, he wished to carry Miss Lillie’s chair. And let me tell you it was an honor to him, for it was what St. Paul meant when he said: “ Let not your good be evil spoken of.” CHAPTER VII. “ Abide with me from morn till eye, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when death is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.” ILLIE’S first Sunday at the school was the commencement of a very strange friendship which grew up be- tween herself and Tom. She never entered the library, except when es- pecially sent by her father, but she was always waiting at the door when Tom came out, and walked with him as far as the cabin door. Tom was afraid at first that Mr. Sutherland would object, but finding one day, from some chance word he dropped, 11 121 122 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, that he knew of it and had no objec- tion, Tom began to take great pleas- ure in Lilhe’s company. He thought, too, that young as she was, if she once became interested in the people, she might learn to do good among them after he had gone away. So he often took her with him to the quarters during his visits to the people. It erew to be such a common custom to see them together about the grounds that the people forgot to be jealous, and her gentle bearing pleased them. She never said much, but listened at- tentively to all that went on, only once in a while putting in a question. Simple and child-like, she never seemed to remember the difference in position between herself and the people; and they, finding they were looked upon as equals, learned to love THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 123 her. Tom was quick to see this, and take advantage of it, to interest Lillie in every way in his power in the Sun- day-school and the people. Mr. Suth- erland saw it and shut his eyes to it, taking care that no rumor of it should reach his wite. All this was quite encouraging to Tom, and he grew happy in the long summer days. ‘There was one thing, however, he very much wished for, but which seemed beyond his reach. This was the friendship of his school- mate, Jimmy. He seemed opposed to all Tom’s movements—not in any ac- tive way, but he shunned him on all occasions, and never came near the Sunday-school. Miss Mason often sent messages to him, and Tom al- ways took great pains to deliver them, sometimes showing him where she Ll 124 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. had mentioned him in the letter. But although the messages were received with evident pleasure, the messenger was not, and Tom often went away sorrowful. He could not see that Jimmy took an interest in anything. He always went to bed when the evening-school assembled, and did his work mechanically. Yet his words and actions in Tom’s presence seemed always under restraint. Therefore, Tom was very much sur- prised one morning, as he came from the library, to meet Jimmy at the foot of the steps, evidently waiting to speak with him. “Tom,” he said, excitedly, ‘‘ there’s a bundle come for you by the cars this morning, and I should not in the least wonder if it should be books for the Sunday-school. There’s a letter, THE FREED BUY IN ALABAMA. 125 too, for I heard master say so. Per- haps it’s from Miss Mason.” Tom was pleased with the news, and more than pleased with Jimmy’s interest. He made the most of it, immediately. “Why, Jimmy, that’s splendid!” he said, his dark eyes sparkling. “Come and show me where I can Hitec vate’ So Jimmy, nothing loth, started with Tom, and brought him round the corner of the house to where the wagon from the station was just de- positing its load. “ Ah, Tom,” said Mr. Sutherland as he came up, ‘SI was just about send- ing for you. You are getting to be of considerable importance. There’s a great heavy bundle addressed to you, which came by express this morning, ike 126 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, and here I have a letter which ap- pears to belong to it.” “It’s books, Tom, I know,” said Jimmy, pounding the bundle with his hand; “‘unfasten it, won’t you?” “Wait a minute,” replied Tom, “until I see what Miss Mason says.” So carefully cutting the end of the envelope (Miss Mason’s letters were never roughly handled), he drew the letter out and glanced over the con- tents. “Jimmy,” he said, as he finished and turned toward the boy with a very touched face, ‘‘ I think you must read this letter to pay you for bringing me such good news.” So he gave him the precious words. Jimmy knew what a treat that was, and that there was not another person on the place to whom Tom would have THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA, 127 shown it, so he thanked him earnestly as he took it. “My dear Tom,” she wrote, “I am about sending you a bundle of books for your Sunday-school; so I thought J would forward a letter with them, for fear you would be too much sur- prised. I wrote, not long ago, to some of my Northern friends, and among other things I told them of your work for Jesus on the Sutherland Planta- tion. In answer to my letter the books I send you came. How gladly I for- ward them you can easily imagine. I have been thinking for a long time how much you needed them, and how I should like to send you a bundle. Well, here they are then, and I feel sure you will not forget to thank ‘the Giver of every good and perfect gift,’ for it is he who sent them. 128 THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. ‘“‘T opened the bundle to put in two or three lesson-books, and I have marked in the arithmetic and gram- mar the lessons of your class for the next month. I hope Jimmy is well, and that your work is progressing. Martha says, ‘Oh, Miss Mason, I am so glad for Tom!’ and I can tell you there is another one who is glad, and that is Tom’s old teacher, ‘CR, Mason.” ‘Now, Jimmy,” said Tom as the boy finished and handed him back the letter with a pleased smile, “come with me and we will unpack it.” “You don’t want me, Tom, I am sure,’ replied Jimmy, holding back reluctantly. ‘“ Don’t want my old school-mate to help me unpack Miss Mason’s present! THE FREED BOY IN ALABAMA. 129 Of course I do! Come, I am in a hurry to see those precious books.” So the bundle was carried into the cabin, and, much to Aunt Margaret’s satisfaction, was unpacked there in the main room. Ah! how nice the books looked! Bibles and Testaments in plenty to the delight of Tom’s heart—illuminated texts for the school- room, little picture cards, the precious- ness of which every Sunday-school teacher knows.