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 No, CCXVI1I 
 
 UNCLE TOM S CABIN 
 
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 LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 
 
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 tJNCLK TOM S CABIN. 
 
 ACT 1 
 
 SCENE I. Plain Chamber 
 Enter ELIZA. R H., meeting GEORGE, L. a. 
 
 Eliza. Ah! George, is it you 7 Well. I am so clad yon r come 
 JBOROE regards her mournfully.} Why don t you smile, and aal 
 after Harry t 
 
 George. [Bitterly. \ I wish lie d never been born ! I wish I d nevet 
 t.een born myself ! 
 
 Eliza. [Sinking her head upon his breast and ttetping.] Oh 
 George ! 
 
 Geo. There now, Eliza , it s too bad for mo to make you feel so. 
 Oh ! how I wish you had never seen me you might have ber 
 happy ! 
 
 Eliza. George ! George I how can you talk so 1 What dreadful 
 thing has happened, or is going to happen 7 I m sure* we ve been 
 very happy till lately. 
 
 Geo. So we have, dear. But oh ! I wish I d never seen yon, nor 
 you me. 
 
 Eliza. Oh, George ! how can you ? 
 
 Geo. Yes, Eliza, it s all misery ! misery ! The very life is burning 
 out of me ! I m a poor, miserable, forlorn drudge ! I shall only drag 
 yon down with rue, that s all ! What s the use of our trying to do 
 anything trying to know anything trying to be anything 1 I wish 
 I was dead ! 
 
 Eliza. Oh ! now, dear George, that is really wicked I know ho* 
 7u feel about losing your place in the factory, and you have a hard 
 jaaster ; but pray be patient 
 
 Geo. Patient Haven t I been patient ! Did I say a word whe< 
 .ia came and took me away for no earthly reason from the place 
 rnere everybody was kind to me 7 I d paid him truly every cent o 
 aay earnings, and they all say I worked well. 
 
 Eliza. Well, it \t dreadful ; but, after all, he ic yoar master yo 
 v now. 
 
 Qto. My master! And who made him my mast ?r 1 That s wtmt 
 < Ibink of What righi ha- ii^ i" Hi** I m as much a ma. ; a* b 
 
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 DHOI.F TOM S* CABIS 
 
 >a What right baa he to make a dray-hurst) ot me : .. ;aKb tu 
 from thinss I can do better tlian he can, and put me l<> work that 
 any horse can do 1 He tries to do it; he says he ll bring me dowi 
 and humble me, and he puts, me to just the hardest, meanest and dir 
 Uest work, on purpose. 
 
 Eliza. Oh, George! George! you frighten me. Why, 1 never heani 
 ou talk so. I m afraid you ll do something dreadful 1 dor. t won 
 ler at your frelings at all ; but oh ! do be careful for my sake, lo. 
 JarryV 
 
 6fo. I have been careful, and 1 have been patient, but it s grew- 
 r.g worse and worse flesh and blood can t bear it any longer. Every 
 .banco he can get to insult and torment me he takes, lie says thai 
 *h<>ugh I don t say anything, he sees that I ve got the devil in me. and 
 !:e means to bring it out ; and one of these days it will come out, in 
 a way that he won t like, or I m mistaken. 
 
 ffliza. Well, I always thought that I must obey ray master and 
 nistress, or I couldn t be a Christian. 
 
 Qeo. There is some sense in it. in your case. They have brouul 1 
 vou up like a child fed you, Clothed you and taught you, so thai 
 you have a good education that is some reason why they should 
 Haim you. But I have been kicked and cuffed and sworn at, au< 4 
 what do I owe ? I ve paid for all my keeping a hundred times over 
 I won t bear it! no, I won t I Muster will find out that I m our 
 whipping won t tame. My day will come yet, if he don t look out ! 
 
 Eliza. What are you going to do 1 Oh George, don t do any 
 thing wicked ; if yon only trust in heaven and try to do rijrbt, it will 
 deliver you. 
 
 Geo. Eliza, my heart s full of bitterness. I can t trust in heaven 
 Why does it let things be so 7 
 
 Sliza. Oh, Ge *ye we must all have faith. Mistress says thai 
 when all things yo wrong to us, we must believe that heaven is doing 
 the very best. 
 
 Qeo. That s easy for people to say who am sitting on their sofa* 
 and riding in their carriages , but let them be where I am I guess il 
 would come some hatder. I wish I could be goon ; but my heart 
 burns and can t be reconciled. You couldn t, in uy olace, you can 
 iow, if I tell you all I ve got to say ; you don t know the whole yet 
 
 Sliza. What do you mean 1 
 
 Geo. Well, late y my master has been saying that he was a fool *.i 
 lei me marry off the place that he hates Mr. Shelby and al bin triba 
 and he says he won t let me come here any more ani tl t 1 shah 
 take a wife and settle down on his place. 
 
 Elizu. But you were married to me by the minister, as mv ch as if 
 you had been * white man. 
 
 Qeo. Don t you know I can t hold you for my wife if he chooses to 
 part us 7 That is why 1 wish I d never seen y; it would have been 
 better for us both it would have been better for our poor child if h 
 tid never been born. 
 
 Rltza. OL ! bnt mf master ts so kind. 
 
 ^~a Ves. b it who UIIM- i hf -uav 1 : e ai.d then Ksi Tv ma h
 
 OBCLB TOM 8 CAFI> 
 
 .*Ud to i.obody knows who. What pleasure is ii U.KI i.r ts> hai.ddi< 
 and smart and bright ! 1 tell you, Eliza, that a soia vili pierct 
 through your soul tor every good and pleasant tiling your child i.s o 1 
 tias. It will make him worth too much for you to keep. 
 
 Eliza. Heaven forbid ! 
 
 Geo. So. Eliza, my girl, bear up now, and good by, for I m goi. i. 
 
 Eliza. Going. George ! Going where 1 
 
 Gto. To Canada ; and when I m there I ll ouy yo-i-- that s all t 
 ope that s left us. You have a kind master, that won t it fus 
 all you. I ll buy you and the boy heaven helping me, I will 
 
 Eliza. Oh, dreadful! It you should be taken ! 
 
 Geo. I won t be taken, Eliza I ll die first I ll he free, < r I II di 
 
 Eliza. You will not kill yourself! 
 
 Geo. No need of that ; they will kill me. fast enough. I will neve: 
 o down the river alive- 
 
 Eliza. Oh, George ! for my sake, do be careful. Don t lay hand; 
 >n yourself, or anybody else. You are tempted too much, but don t 
 *io, if you must, but go carefully, prudently, and pray heaven to hel] 
 rou ! 
 
 Geo. Well, then, Eliza, hear my plan. I m going home quite re 
 Migned, you understand, as if all was over. I ve got some prepara 
 lions made, and there are those that will help me ; and iii the fours* 
 >( a few days I shall be ainoi.g the missing. W)ll, now. good by. 
 
 Ktiza. A moment our boy. 
 
 Geo. [Choked with emotion.] True, I had forgotten him; one lus 1 
 look, and then farewell ! 
 
 Eliza. And heaven grant it be not forever! [Exeunt, R. n 
 
 SCENE IL A dining room. Table and chairs c. Dessert, wine 
 $c., on table. SHELBY and HALKY discovered at table 
 
 Shel. That is the way 1 should arrange the matter. 
 
 Hal. I can t make trade that way I positively can t, Mr. Shelby 
 
 [Drinks. 
 
 Shel. Why, the fact is, Haley, Tom is an uncommon fellow ! Ho >> 
 aartainly worth that sum anywhere steady, honest, rapaole. manage? 
 my whole farm like a clock ! 
 
 Hal You mean honest, as niggers go. | Fills glass. 
 
 Skd. No; I mean, really, Tom is a good, steady, sensible, piou 
 fellow. He got religion at a camp-meeting, four years ago, and 1 be 
 U^e he really did get it. I ve trusted him since then, with over> 
 thing I have money, house horses, and let him come and go 10.11.. 
 the country, and I always found him true and square in event V.I. is: 
 
 Hal Some folks don t believe there is pious niggers, Shelby I- . 
 I do. I had a fellow, now, in this yer last lot I took to Orleans- 
 twas as good as a meetin now, really, to hear that critter pray ; ai.< 
 he was uuite gentle and quiet like. He fetched me a good sum, to 
 for I bought him cheap of a ma;, that was bliged t.o sell out, so I re 
 \lized six hundred on him. Yes. I consider religion a valevahl. 
 thins " niuver vhen it s the jjenniin" artirlf ai.d mixta d*
 
 TOM B CABIK. 
 
 Sktl. Well, Tom s got the r > U article, if ever t fellow Bad. Wbj 
 last fall I let him go to Cine* a jatti alone, to do business for mu ant! 
 bring home five hundred do iars "Tom," says I to him, " I trus; 
 you, because I think you iro a Christian I knew you wouldn t 
 cheat" Tom comes back sure enough, I knew he would. Some low 
 fellows, they say, said to Vim " Tom, why don t you make tra>3k> 
 for Caiiada 1" " Ah, mn ter trusted me, and I couldn t." was his a- 
 iwer. They told me all about it. I am sorry to part with Tom 
 tust say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the de, 
 i \d you would, Halev, if you had any conscience. 
 
 Hal Well, I ve got just as much conscience as any man in bu.vi 
 K-SS can afford to keep, just a little, you know, to swear by, <)> 
 twere ; a:ul f,l>ei. I m ready U> do anything in reason to "bli:."- 
 i lends, but tbis yer, you see, is a leetle too hard on a fellow a Iw 
 > tin) hard ! [Fittt glasi again 
 
 Shel. We 1 !. tTien, Hatey, how will you trade 1 
 
 Hal. Well, haven t you a boy or a girl that you coul d throw m 
 with Tom ! 
 
 Skel. Hum ! none that I could well spare ; to tell the trulh, ii .- 
 only hard necessity makes me willing to sell at all. I dou t iikr 
 parting with any of my hands, that s a fact. 
 
 HAKEY runs in R. H. 
 
 H.Jloa ! Jim Crow! [Thrones abunch of raisins (oicards him ] Fi< ! 
 that np now ! [HABKY Joes .so. 
 
 Hal. iJruvo, little un ! [Throws an orange, which HAKRY catcher 
 lie sings and dances around the stage. ] Hurrah ! Bravo ! What M 
 young un ! That chap s a case, I ll promise. Tell you what, SheILn 
 l l ; iig in that chap, and I ll settle the business. Come, now, if lha 
 im t doing the thing up about the Tightest! 
 
 P.LIZA enters R. H. Starts on beholding HALEY, and gazes fearfui.li 
 at HARRT. who runs and clings to her drew, showing the orangt 
 tc. 
 
 Sfiet. Well, Eliza 7 
 
 Eliza. I was looking for Harry, please, sir. 
 SkeL Well, take him away, then. 
 
 I<IIA graspt the child eagerly in her arms, and casting a*o& 
 glance of apprehension at HALBY, exits hastily, R. a. 
 
 Hal. By Jupiter ! there s an article, now. You might make you 
 fortune on that ar gal in Orleans any day. I ve seen t ver a thousand 
 a my day, paid down for gals not a bit handsomer. 
 
 Shrl. I don t want to make my fortune on her. Another g ass o 
 wine. [Fills the glatse^ 
 
 Hal. [Drinks and tmacks his lip*.] Capital wine firs , chop 
 Jome, how will you trade about the gal 1 What shall I say lor her 
 f hat ll you take 1 
 
 Sktl Mr 4<i)v, she is not to be sold. My wife wouldn t part *i;t 
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 TOM S CABIB. 
 
 Hal. Ay, ay I women always say such things, caus< i, \ Lam t in. 
 r>rt of calculation. Just show em how many watches, feathers aud 
 trinkets one s weight in gold would buy, and that alters the caso ) 
 reckon. 
 
 Skel I tell you Haley, this must not be spoken of I say no, and 
 ! mean no. 
 
 Hal. Well, you ll let me have the boy tho ; you masi own that I 
 have come down pretty handsomely for him. 
 
 Shel. What on earth can you want with the child 1 
 
 Hal. Why, I ve got a friend that s going into this yer branch of tin 
 business wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market 
 Well, what do you say 1 
 
 Shel I ll think the matter over and talk with mv wife. 
 
 Ha) Oh, certainly, by all means ; but I m in u devil of a hurry 
 and sball want to know as soon as possible, what I may depend on. 
 
 [Rise and puts )n his overcoat, which hangs on a chair. Takes hat 
 and whip. 
 
 Sh*l. Well, call up this evening, between six and seven, and yon 
 
 have my answer. 
 Hni. All right. Take care of yourself, old boy ! [Exit L. a. 
 Shel. If anybody had ever told me that I should sell Tom to those 
 fiscally traders, I should never have believed it. Now it must coma 
 for aught I see, and Eliza s child too. So much for being in debt, 
 heigho ! The fellow sees his advantage and means to push it. 
 
 [Exit* H. 
 
 80ENE III. Snowy landscape. UNCLE TOM S Cabin, L. u. E. Sno* 
 cm roof. Practicable door and window. Dark Stage. Music 
 
 Enter ELIZA hastily, R. n. B. with HARRY in htr arms. 
 
 Eliza My poor boy ! they have sold you, but your mother will 
 <ave you yet ! 
 
 \(}o*t to Cabin and taps on window. AUNT CHLOB appears at win 
 dow with a large white night-cap on. 
 
 Vhloe. Good Lord ! what s that 7 My sakes alive if it ain t Lizy 
 9et on your clothes, old man, quick ! I m gwinc, to open the door. 
 
 *ht door opens and CHLOE enters followed by UNCLE Toil in hts *Ain 
 sleeves holding a tallow candle. TOM crosses to c. 
 
 Tom. c. [Holding the light towards ELIZA.] Lord bless you \ 1 nt 
 ikeered to look at ye, Li^y ! Are ye tuck sick, or what s comi 
 >Ter ye 1 
 
 Eliza. [R.] I m running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Ghlon, curry 
 ing off my child ! Master sold him ! 
 
 Tom and Chlot. [L.] Sold him ! 
 
 Eltza. Yes, sold him ! I crept into the closet by mistress do 
 < aight and heard nmsrei tell nr>istrsa that he had r> d my Ham
 
 TOM ft CABIN 
 
 *nd joa, Uncle Tern, both, / a trader, and that the i.ah wa c Wto 
 possessson to-morrow. 
 
 C%Zo. The good lord have pity on us ! Oh ! it don t seem as if 11 
 was true What has he done that master should sell htm 1 
 
 Eliza. He hasn t done anything it isn t for that. Master don t 
 rant to sell, and mistress she s always good. I heard her plead atd 
 beg for us. but he told her twas no use that he was in this man t 
 debt, and he had got the power over him, and ihat if he did not pay 
 aim oft clear, it would end in his having to sell the plaoe and all th 
 people and move off. 
 
 Chlce. Well, old man, why don t you run away, tool Will you 
 wait to be toted down the river, where they ki .l niggers with hard 
 work and starving 1 I d a heap rattier die than go there, any day ! 
 There s time for ye, be off with Lizy you ve got a pass to come 
 and go any time. Come, bustle up, and I ll get your things to 
 gether. 
 
 Tom. No, no I ain t going. Lot Eliza go it s her right I 
 wouldn t be the one to say no t aint in natur for her to stay ; but 
 you heard what she said 1 If I must be sold, or all the people ot 
 the place, and everything o to rack, why, let me be sold. I s pose I 
 can bar it as well as any one. Mas r always found me on the spot 
 he always will. I never have broken trust, nor used my pass no ways 
 contrary to my word, and I never will. It s better for me to go alone, 
 than to break up the place and sell all. Mas r ain t to blame, and 
 rie ll take care of you and the poor little nns ! [Overcome. 
 
 Chloe. Now, old man, what is you gvvine to cry for? Does you want 
 .o break this old woman s heart 1 [Crying. 
 
 Eliza. I saw my husband only this afternoon, and I little knew 
 then what was to come. He told me he was going to run away. Do 
 try, if you can, to get word to him. Tell him how I went and why I 
 went, and tell him I m going to try and find Canada. You must give 
 my love to him, and tell him if I never see b m again on earth, I 
 trust we shall meet in heaven ! 
 
 Tom. Dat is right, Lizy , trust in the Lord he is our best frlend- 
 our only comforter. 
 
 Eliza. You won t go with me, Uncle Tom ? 
 
 Tarn. No j time was when I would, but the Lord s given me a wcri 
 mong these yer poor souls, and I ll stay with em and bear my cro 
 with em till the end. It s different with you it s more u you coald 
 stand, and you d better go if you can. 
 
 Eliza. Uncle Tom, I ll try it ! 
 
 Tom. Amen ! The lord help ye ! 
 
 [Exit ELIZA and HARRY, B. 1 i 
 
 Ckhe. What is von gwine to do, old rnanl What s to becom* c 
 f ou ? 
 
 Tom. [Solemnly. \ Him that saved Daniel in the den of lions ^ha> 
 saved the children in the fiery furnace Him that walked <n the set 
 ind bade the winds be gtil He s alive yet ! and I ve faith tc bell*"** 
 to can deliver mo
 
 Okie*. V - HI is right, old man 
 
 font. The Lord is good unto all that trust him, Chloe. 
 
 \Exeuni into Cabin 
 
 9CENE IV. Room in Tavern by the river nde. A larjevrindow w 
 flat, through which the river is seen, JiVed wit i floating ice- Moor, 
 lijht. Table and chairs brought on. 
 
 Enter PHINKAS, L. B. 
 
 Phtneas. Chaw me up into tobaccy ends ! how in the name of al! 
 that s oiipossible am I t<> get across that yer pesky river 1 It s a 
 <?g lar blockade of ice ! 1 promised Ruth to meet her to-night, and 
 Jie 11 be into my bar if I don t come. [Qoes to window.} Thar s a con 
 glomerated prospect for a loveyer! What in creation s to be done 1 
 That thar river looks like a permiscuous ice-cream shop come to ac 
 awful state of friz. If 1 war on the adjacent bank, I wouldn t care a 
 teetotal atom. Rile up, you old varmint, and shake the ice off your 
 back! 
 
 Enter EUEA and HARRY, L. H. 
 
 Eliza. Courage, my boy we have reached the river. Let it but 
 roll between us and our pursuers, and we are safe ! [Goes to window.] 
 Gracious powers ! the river is choked with cakes cf ice ! 
 
 Phin. Holloa, gal ! what s the matter 1 You look kind of 
 streaked. 
 
 Eliza Is there any ferry or boat tnat t*kes people over now 1 
 
 Phin. Well. I guess not; the boats hav* stopped running. 
 
 Eliza. \Indismay.] Stopped running 1 
 
 Phin. Maybe you re wanting to get over -anybody sick 1 Ye seen; 
 mighty anxious. 
 
 Eliza. I I I ve got a child that s very dangerous. I never heard 
 of it till last night, and I ve walked quite a distance to-day, in hopei 
 to get to the ferry 
 
 Phin. Well, now, that s onlucky ; I m re lly cor.sarned for ye. 
 Thar s a man, a piece down here, that s going over with some truck 
 this evening, if he duss to ; he ll be in here to supper to-night, M 
 you d better set down and wait. That s a smar little chap. Say 
 young un, have a chaw tobaccy ? 
 
 [Takes out a largi plug anil a bowie-knife. 
 
 Eliza. No, no ! not any for him. 
 
 Phin. Oh! he don t use it. eh 1 Hain t come to it yet? Well I 
 Lave. [Cuts off a large piece, and returns the pluq and knifi tt 
 pocket.} What s the matter with the young un 1 H looks kind ^. 
 rhite in the gills ! 
 
 Eliza. Poor fellow ! he is not used to walking, and I v hurried nin 
 
 MI BO. 
 
 Phin Tuckerd. eh 1 Well, there s a little room then?, with a flit 
 f\ it. Take the babby in there, make yourself comfortable til! tbw 
 ttiar ferryman shows his countenance I ll stand the damage. 
 
 fStxa. HIW shall I thank von f<- such kindness to a s .rangp^ 1
 
 nSCLl TOM h OAftd 
 
 Well, if you don t know how, why, dcn t ir> , th*t i tu 
 teetotal. Come, vamose ! [Exit ELIZA, and HABHT, R. H. n. 
 
 Phin Chaw me into sassage meat, if that ain t a perpendicular flnt 
 gal ! she s a rcg lar A No. 1 sort of female ! How n thunder am I U 
 get across this refrigerated stream of water ? I can t wait for that 
 ferryman. 
 
 Enter MARKS, L. a. 
 
 ftalloa what sort of a critter s this 1 [Advance*.] Say, sfanger, wfli 
 you have something to drink? 
 
 Marks. You are excessively kind : I don t care if I do. 
 
 Phtn. Ah ! he s a human Holloa, thar! bring us a jug of whisky 
 .iistantaneously, or expect to be teetotally chawed up ! Squat your 
 self, stranger, and go in for enjoyment \They sit at table] Who arc 
 you, and what s your name 1 
 
 Marks. I am a lawyer, and my name is Marks. 
 
 Phin. A land shark, eh 1 Well, I don t think no worse on yon for 
 ihat. The law is a kind of necessary evil ; and it breeds lawyeri 
 lust as an old stump does fungus. Ah ! here s the whisky. 
 
 Enter WAITEB, mth jug and tumblers, L. H. Places them m 
 
 tablt. 
 
 Here, yon take that shin-plaster. [Gives bill.] I don t want any 
 change- thar s a gal stopping in that room the balance will pay foi 
 her d ye hear 7 vamose! [Exit WAITER, L. H. Fills glass.] Take 
 hold, neighbor Marks don t shirk the critter. Here s hoping youi 
 path of true love may never have an ice-choked river to cross ! 
 
 [They drink. 
 
 Harks. Want to cross the river, eh 1 
 
 Phin. Well, I do, stranger. Fact is, I m in .ove with the teetotal 
 1st pretty girl, over on the Ohio t^ie, that ever wore a Quaker bonnet 
 Take tuiother swig, neighbor. [Fillt glasses, and they drink. 
 
 JMvrks. A Quaker, eh 1 
 
 Phin. Yes kind of strange, ain t if? The way of it was this: 1 
 ased to own a grist of niggers had em to work on my plantation, jui 
 below here. Well, stranger, do you know I fell in with that gal of 
 course I was considerably smashed knocked into a pretty conglome 
 rated heap and I told her so. She said (he wouldn t hear word 
 from me so long as I owned a nigger ! 
 
 Marks. You sold them, I suppose 1 
 
 Phin. You re teetotally wrong, neighbor. I gave them al) theb 
 freedom, and told em to vamose ! 
 
 Marks. Ah ! yes very noble, I dare say but rather expensive 
 This act won you your lady-love, eh 1 
 
 Phin. You re off the track again, neighbor. She felt kind of pleas 
 d about it, and smiled, and all that ; but she said she could never w 
 mine unless I turned Quaker ! Thunder and earth ! what do you think 
 if that 7 You re a lawyer come, now, what s your opinion 1 }-n % 
 rou call it a knotty point
 
 PWCL8 TUto H OAKI.N. 
 
 t. Most decidedly. Of course you refused. 
 
 Pkin. Teetotally ; but she told me to think better of it, and om 
 io-night and give her my final conclusion. Chaw me into niino* 
 iieat, if I haven t made up my mind to do it ! 
 
 Marks. You astonish me ! 
 
 P*w. Well, you see, I can t get along without that gal ; she s sort 
 .1 fixed my flint, and I m sure to hang fire without her. I know 1 
 ^hall make a queer sort of Quaker, because you see neighbor, I aint 
 precisely the kind of material to make a Quaker out of 
 
 Marks No, not exactly. 
 
 rhin Well, I can t stop no longer. I must try to get across that 
 andaverous river some way. It s getting late take care of yourself, 
 leighbor lawyer. I m a teetotal victim to a pair of black eyes 
 Chaw me up to feed hogs, if I m not in a ruinatious state ! 
 
 [Exit L. H. 
 
 Marks. Queer genius, that, very ! 
 
 Enter TOM LOKER, L. H. 
 
 So you ve come at last. 
 Loker. Yes. [Looks into jug.} Empty! Waiter! more whisky! 
 
 WAITER enters, L. H., with juj, and removes the empty one. Entet 
 HALEY, L. H. 
 
 Hal. By the land ! if this yer ain t the nearest, now, to what I ve 
 teard people call Providence! Why, Loker, how are ye? 
 
 Loker. The devil ! What brought you here, Haley 1 
 
 Hal [Sitting at table.] I say, Tom, this yer s the luckiest thing 5n 
 the world. I m in a devil of a hobble, and you must help me out ! 
 
 Loker. Ugh ! aw ! like enough. A body may be pretty sure of 
 ihat when you re glad to see em, or car. make something off of em. 
 rf hat s the blow now 1 
 
 Hal. You ve got a friend here partner, perhaps 1 
 
 Loker. Yes, I have. Here, Marks here s that ar fellow that I wa 
 with in Natchez. 
 
 Marks. [ Grasping HALEY S hand.] Shall be pleased with his ac 
 quaintance. Mr. Ha .ey, I believe 7 
 
 Hal. The same, sir, The fact is, gentlemen, this morning I bought 
 a. young un of Shelby up above here. His mother got wind of it, and 
 vha does she do but cut her lucky with him ; and I m afraid ry thii 
 ime that she has crossed the river, for I tracked her to this very place, 
 
 Marks. So, then, ye re fairly sewed up, ain t ye 1 He ! he ! he 
 It s neatly done, too. 
 
 Hal. This young un business makes lots of trouble in the trade. 
 
 Marks. Now, Mr. Haley, what is it 7 Do you want us to undertake 
 >o catch this gal 1 
 
 Hal. The gal s no matter of mine she s Shelby s it s on y the 
 wy. I was a fool for buying the monkey. 
 
 Ixiker. You re generally a fool ! 
 
 Marks. Come now, Loker, none of your huffs ; you see, Mr. IHlej i 
 vouttir. us in a way of a good job. I reckon : just hold still- -tbes*
 
 11 0VCLB TOM B CA*IS. 
 
 ri arrangemeijift ..re jiy forte. This yer gal, Mr. Haley how 
 ihe t what is she ? 
 
 [ELIZA ajtpears, with HARRT, R. H. P., listening. 
 
 fled. Well, white and handsome well brousht up. I d have give* 
 8l:elby eight hundred or a thousand, and then made well on her. 
 
 Marks. White and handsome well brought up ! Look here, now 
 L>ker a benutiful opening. We ll do a business here on our own ac 
 Kwiai. We does the catchin ; the boy, of course, goes to Mr. Hale; 
 *e takes the gal to Orleans to speculate >n. Ain t, it beautiful 1 
 
 I They confer together. 
 
 Eliza. Powers of mercy, p oi.ect me! How shall I escape these 
 human blood-hounds ? Ah! ihe window the river of ice! That 
 dark stream lies between me and liberty ! Surely the ice will beat 
 my tn fling weight. It is my only chance of escape better sink be- 
 Death the cold wrV\ <x\t\\ my child locked in my arms, than avt 
 him torn from ti. and sold into bondage. He sleeps upon my L.eai 1 
 Heaven, 1 pu. .iy trust in thee ! [Oets out of windou.. 
 
 Marks. Well, IV m Loker, what do you say 1 
 
 Loker. It ll do : 
 
 Strikes his hand violently on the table. ELIZA screams. They at\ 
 start to their feet. ELIZA disappears. Music, chord. 
 
 ffal. By the land, there she is now ! 
 
 [ They all rush to the window. 
 
 Maria. She s making for the river ! 
 
 Loker. Let s after her ! 
 
 [Music. They all leap through the window. Change- 
 
 SCENE V. Snow Landscape. Music. 
 Enter ELIZA, with HARRT, hurriedly, L. 1 B. 
 Kliza. They press upon my footsteps the river is my only hope 
 Heaven grant me strength to reach it. ere they overtake me ! Cou, 
 age, my child ! we will be free or perish ! 
 
 [Rushes off, R. H. Music continued. 
 Enter LOKBR, HALBT and MARKS, L. 1 B. 
 Hal. We ll catch her yet ; the river will stop her ! 
 Marks. No, it won t, for look ! she has jumped upon the ice ! She i 
 t brave gal, anyhow ! 
 Loker. She ll be drowned ! 
 
 Hal. Curse that young un ! I shall lose him, after all 
 Loker. Come on, Marks, to the ferry ! 
 Hal. Aye, to the ferry ! a hundred dollars for a boa* ! 
 
 Music. They rush of, R. H. 
 
 9CENE VI. The entire depth of stage, representing the Ohio River 
 
 filed with Floanng fee. Set bank on R. H. and in front- 
 ^LIIA appears, with HARRT, a. H., on a cake of ice, and floats tlowlf 
 
 meross to L. e. HALBT, LOK^B **./ MAKVB. on bank R. H.. oi**r 
 
 MT. PHINBAB on off
 
 nroui TOM S ABU. i 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE I. A Handiome Parlor 
 MARIE discovered rechning on a sofa, R.a. 
 
 [Looking at a note.} What ran possibly detain St. Clan 
 According to this notQ he should have been here a fortnight Age 
 . ffoite of earriaqe without.] I do believe he lias come at last. 
 
 EVA rum in, i. 1 K. 
 
 Eva. Mamma ! 
 
 [Throws her arms around MARIE S neck, and kisses her. 
 Marie. That will do take care, child don t you make my heao 
 ache ! [Kisses her languidly. 
 
 Enttr ST. CLARK, OPHELIA, and TOM, nicely dressed, L. 1 B. 
 
 St. Clare. Well, my dear Marie, here we are at last. The wan 
 derers have arrived, you see. Allow me to present my cousin, Mis* 
 Ophelia, who is about to undertake the office of our housekeeper. 
 
 Marie. [Rising to a sitting posture.} I an* delighted to see you 
 How do you like the appeaiance of our city 1 
 
 Eva. [Running to OPHELIA.] Oh! is it not beautiful? My owr 
 darling home ! is it not beauriful 1 
 
 Ophelia. Yes, it is a pretty place, though it looks rather old 
 and heathenish to me. 
 
 St. C. Tom, my boy, this seems to suit you 1 
 
 Tom. Yes, mas r. it looks about the right thing. 
 
 St. C. See here, Marie, I ve brought you H coachman, at last, t 
 order. I tell you, he is a regular hearse for blackness and sobriety 
 and will drive you like a funeral, if you wish. Open your eyes 
 now, and look at him. Now, don t say I never think about you whei 
 I m gone. 
 
 Marie. I know he ll get drunk. 
 
 St. C. Oh! no he won t. He s warranted a pious and sobej 
 urticle. 
 
 Marie. Well, I hope he may turn out well ; it s more than 1 ex 
 pect, though. 
 
 St. C, Have you no curiosity to learn how and where I picked 
 op Tom. 
 
 Eva. Unde Tom, papa ; that s his name. 
 
 St. C. Right, my little sunbeam ! 
 
 Tom. Please, mas r, that ain t no easier, to say nothing boai 
 me. 
 
 St. C. You are too modest, my modern Hannibal. Do you know 
 Marie, that our little Eva took a fancy to Uncle Tom whom 
 net on board the steamboat and persuaded me to b^y hin> 
 
 Mint Ah ! she is to odd
 
 14 SSCLB TOM t 3ABI 
 
 St. C. As we approached the landing, a sudden -ash cl the pu 
 mgers precipitated Eva into the water 
 
 Marie. Gracious heavens! 
 
 St. C. A man leaped into the river, and, as she rose to the sur 
 "ace of the water, grasped her in his arms, and held ter up unti 
 le could be drawn on thf boat again. Who was that man, L va 
 
 5a. Uncle Tom ! 
 
 [Runt to him. He lifts her in hit arms. She kisses him. 
 
 Ton The dear soul ! 
 
 Oph. [Astonished.] How shiftless ! 
 
 St. C [Overhearing her. j What s the matter now, pray 1 
 
 Oph. Well. 1 want to be kind to everybody, and I wouldn t hav 
 
 ve anything hurt, but as to kissing 
 
 Sit C. Niggers ! that you re not up to, hey ? 
 
 Oph. Yes, that s it how can she \ 
 
 St. C Oh ! bless you. it s nothing when you are used to it t 
 
 Oph. I could never be so shiftless ! 
 
 Eva. Come with me, Uncle Tom, and I will show you about tin 
 touse. [Crosses to B. H. with TOM. 
 
 Tom. Can I go, mas r ? 
 
 St. C. Yes, Tom; she is your little mistress your only duty wil" 
 e to attend to her ! Ton bows and exits, B 1 B. 
 
 Marie. Eva, my dear ! 
 
 Eva. Well, mamma 1 
 
 Wane. Do not exert yourself too much ! 
 
 Era. No, mamma ! [Runt out, B. H 
 
 Oph. [Lifting up her hands. \ How shiftless ! 
 
 *T. CLARE sit* next to MARIB on sofa. OPHBLIA next to tit 
 CLAKE. 
 
 St. C. Well, what do you think of Uncle Tom, Marie 1 
 
 Marie. He is a perfect behemoth ! 
 
 St. C. Come, now, Marie, be gracious, and say something pretty tt 
 i fellow ! 
 
 Marie. You ve been gone a fortnight beyond the time ! 
 
 St- C. Well, you know 1 wrote you the reason. 
 
 Marie. Such a short, cold letter ! 
 
 St. C Dear me ! the mail wag just going, and it had to be that o 1 
 it thing. 
 
 Marie. That s just the way ; always something to make your jour 
 eys long and letters short! 
 
 St. C Look at this. [Takes an elegant velvet case from hispoclttt.} 
 jlere s a present I got for you in New York a Daguerreotype of En 
 ind myself. 
 
 Marie. [ Loolu ai with a \t dissatisfied air.] What made you jit ii 
 inch un awkward position 7 
 
 St. C. Well, the position may be a matter of opinior but what tl* 
 roo t^Uik of the likeness <
 
 CVCLB TOM ft OAB1S It 
 
 Mant. (Cto$intj the case snappishly. \ If you don . think a^ymln^ 
 f my opinion in one case, I suppose you wouldn t in another 
 
 Oph- [Sententiously, aside. J How shiftless ! 
 
 <8f. C. Hang the woman ! Come, Marie, what do you th::_k of thf 
 likeness 1 Don t be nonsensical now. 
 
 Marie. It s very inconsiderate of you, St. Clare, to insist on iu> 
 .atking and looking at things. You know I vebeen lyingall day witV 
 he sick headache, and there s been such a tumult ma<le ever sine* 
 ftu came, I m half dead! 
 
 (>ph> You re subject to the sick headache, ma am 
 
 \lai\e. Yes, I m a perfect martyr to it ! 
 
 Oph. Juniper-berry tea is goon for sick head-ache ; ut least, Mo) 
 ;y, Deacon Abraham Perry s wife, used to say so; and slie was a groa 
 nurse. 
 
 St. C. I ll have the first juniper-berries that get ripe in our garde. 
 by the lake brought in for that especial purpose. Come, cousin, let 
 us take a stroll in the garden. Will you join us, Marie 1 
 
 Marie. I wonder how you can ask such a question, when you know 
 how fragile I am. I shall retire to my chamber, u.d repose till <lin- 
 aer time. [ Exit R. 2, K. 
 
 Oph. [Looking after her. I How shiftless ! 
 
 St.C. Come, cousin ! [A$ he goet out.\ Look ol for the babies ! I) 
 I step upon any body, let them mention it. 
 
 (tpk. Babies under foot! How shiftless ! [Exeunt L. 1 K 
 
 SCENE II 4 Garden 
 
 TOM discovered, seated on a bank, R. v. K., with EVA on his knee 
 kit button-holes are filed with flowers, ana ETA u hanging a 
 wreath around his neck. Music at opening of scene. Enter ST 
 I LAIJB and OPHELIA, L. 0. B., observing, 
 
 Eva. Oh, Tom ! yon look so funny. 
 
 Tom. [Sees ST. CLARE and puts EVA aown.] I bess pardon, mas r 
 but the young missis would do it. Look yer, I m like the ox, men 
 lioned in the good book, dressed for the sacrifice. 
 
 St. C. I say, what do you think, Pussy 1 Which do yon like .L 
 best to live as they do at your unc e s, up in Vermont, or x har* F 
 bouse-full of servants, as we do ? 
 
 Eva. Oh ! of course our way is the pleasantest. 
 
 St. C. [Patting her head.] Why so 1 
 
 Eva. Because it makes so many more round you to love fro 
 know. 
 
 Ofh. Now, that s just like Eva just one of her odd speeches 
 
 Btn. Is it an odd speech, papa 1 
 
 St. C. Rathei, as this world goes, Pussy. But where has my lht,,k 
 Eva been 1 
 
 Ska. Oh ! I ve been up in Tom s room, hearing hiai sing 
 
 St. C. Hearing Tom sing, hey
 
 TOM k OAn. 
 
 Eta OL, yesl he sings such beaAtiful things, about the ^ew Jn> 
 ialem, %nd bright angels, and the land of Canaan. 
 
 St. C. I dare say ; it s better than the opera, isn t it 1 
 
 Eva. Yes ; and he s going to teach them to me 
 
 St. C. Singing; lessons, hey You are coming on. 
 
 Eva. Yes, he sings for me, and I read to him iu my Bible, ar i h 
 plains what it means Come, Tom. 
 
 [She takes his hand and they exit, R. u. B. 
 
 & [Aside.] Oh, Evaiiiieli e! RigbUy named ; hath not he* 
 an made thee an evangel to me 7 
 
 Oph. How shiftless ! How can yon let her 1 
 
 St. C. Why notl 
 
 Oph Why, I don t know ; it seems so dreadful. 
 
 St. C. You would think no harm in a child s carressing a large dog 
 even if he was black ; hut a creature that can think, reason and feel 
 and is immortal, you shudde. at. Confess it, cousin. I know th 
 feelinti among some of you Northerners well enough. Not that there 
 is a particle of virtue in our not having it, but custom with us does 
 what Christianity ought to do : obliterates the feeling of personal 
 prejudice. You loathe them as you would a snake or a toad, yet you 
 are indignant at their wrongs. You would not have them abused 
 but you don t want to have any thing to do with them yourselves. Isi. t 
 that it 1 
 
 Oph. Well, cousin, there may be some truth in this. 
 
 St. C. What would the poor and lowly do without children 1 Youi 
 little child is your only true democrat. Tom, now, is a hero to Eva ; 
 his stories are wonders in her eyes ; his songs and Methodist hymns 
 are better than an opera, and the traps and little bits of trash i;i hi* 
 pockets a mine of jewels, and he the most wonderful Tom that evei 
 wore a black skin. This is one of the roses of Eden that the Lord 
 has dropped down expressly for the poor and lowly, who get few 
 enough of any other kind. 
 
 Oph It s strange, cousin ; one might almost think you was a pro 
 ftssor, to hear you talk. 
 
 St. C. A professor 1 
 
 Oph. Yes, a professor of religion. 
 
 S<. C. Not at all ; not a professor as yov towt folk* hare it, and, 
 A hat is worse, I m afraid, not & practicer, either. 
 
 Oph. What makes you talk so, then t 
 
 St. C. Nothing is easier than talking. My forte lie? in talking, an j 
 /r>urs cousin, lies in doing. And speaking of that puts lie in mind 
 hat I have made a purchase for your department. There > the arti 
 Je now Here, Topsy [ Wkistk*. 
 
 TOPST rvnt on. L, c. K., do** c. 
 
 Opk. Gkxxl gracious what a heathenish, shiftles* looking object 
 8 .. Clare, what in the world hav you bright that thing here tor 7 
 
 8t. C. For you to educate, to be sure, and tra n in the way sh 
 Lou .d go. 1 thought she was rather a funny specimen in the Jiit
 
 OHCLK TOM S CAB:* 
 
 Jrow line Here, Topsey, give us a song, and slio us < rue of yew 
 iai.clng. [ToPSY sings a, verse and dances a breakdown 
 
 Oph. [Paralyzed.] Well, of all tilings ! If I ever .-saw the like ! 
 
 St. C. [Smothering a laugh.] Topsy, this is yuiir new niiatress- 
 I m going to give you up to her. See now that you behave yourse." 
 
 Top. Yes, inas r. 
 
 St. C. You re going to be good, Topsy, you understand 1 
 
 Top. Oh, yes, mas r. 
 
 Oph. Now, St. Clare, whai upon earth is this for 1 Your house t 
 o full .)f these plagues now, that a body can t set down their foci 
 (FTohout treading on em. I get up in the morning and find one as I**;! 
 behind the door, and see one black head poking out from under th 
 table one lying on the door mat, and they are moping and mowing 
 tnd grinning between all the railings, and tumbling over the kitcher 
 floor ! What on earth did you waitt to bring this one lor < 
 
 St. C. For you to educate did nt I tell you 1 You re always 
 preaching about educating, I thought I would make you a present ol 
 a fresh caught specimen, and let you try your hand on her and bring 
 her up in the way she should go. 
 
 Oph. I don t want her, I am sure ; I have more to do with em now 
 than I want to. 
 
 St. C. That s you Christians, all over. You ll get up a society, and 
 get some poor missionary to spend all his days among just such hea 
 then ; but let me see one of you that would take one into your house 
 with you, and take the labor of their conversion upon yourselves. 
 
 Oph. Well, I didn t think of it in that light. It might be a real 
 missionary work. Well. I ll do what I can. [Advances to TOPST.] 
 She s dreadful dirty and shiftless! How old are you, Topsy ? 
 
 Top. Dunno, missis. 
 
 Oph. How shiftless ! Don t know how old you are 1 Didn t any 
 body ever tell you ? Who was your mother 1 
 
 Top. [ Grinning.} Never had none. 
 
 Oph. Never had any mother 1 What do you mean 1 Where waa 
 you born ? 
 
 Top. Never was born. 
 
 Oph. You musn t answer me in that way. I m not playing will 
 you. Tell me where you was born, and who your father and n;cihe 
 were I 
 
 Top. Never was born, tell you ; never had no father, nor mother 
 aor nothin . I war raised by a speculator, with *ots of others. 01 -J 
 \unt Sue used to take car on us. 
 
 St. C. She speaks the truth, cousin. Speculat ,rs buy them U( 
 rheap, when they are little, and get them raised for the market. 
 
 Oph. How long have you lived with your mas .9r and mistrep* 
 
 Top. Dunno, missis. 
 
 Oph. How shiftless ! Is it a year, or more, or less? 
 
 Top Dunno, missis. 
 
 A. C. She doe? iot know whn year is ; she d jn i ~ei know h
 
 18 triOLi tot * CABII 
 
 OpA jiav- you er iieard anytuing about hutveu, Topsy 
 We* bewildered and grins.] Do you know who made you ? 
 
 Top. Nobody, as 1 knows on, he, he. he ! I sped I glowed. 
 think nobodj never made me. 
 
 Opk. Tlie shiftless heathen ! What can you do 1 What did you d 
 :-r your master and mistress ? 
 
 Top- Fetch water and wash dishes and rub knives and wait oc 
 >j-ks and dance breakdowns. 
 
 ~*ph. I shal". break down, I m afraid, in trying to make anything r .z 
 
 ti, vou shiftless mortal ! 
 
 St. C. Yoa find virgin soil there, cousin ; put in your own ide& 
 on wo i t rind many to pull up. [Exit, laughing R. 1 E. 
 
 Of-h. Taken out her handkerchief. A pair of gloves falls. TOPBT 
 :et-j them up slyly and puts them in her sleeve.] Follow me, you be- 
 liglited innocent ! 
 
 Top Yes. missis 
 
 As OPHKUA turns her back to her, she seizes the end of the ribbon 
 she wears around her waist, and twitches it off. OPHELIA turnt 
 and sees her as she is putting \t in her other sleeve OPHELIA 
 take! rv:Jon from. her. 
 
 Oph. What s this 1 You naughty, wicked girl, you ve been stealing 
 this 1 
 
 Top Laws ! why, that ar s missis ribbon, a nt it? How could it goJ 
 caught in iny sleeve ? 
 
 Oph. Topsy, you naughty girl, don t you tell me a lie you stol 
 .hat ribbon 
 
 Top. Missis, 1 declare for t, I didn t never seed it till dis yer bles 
 *ed ininnit. 
 
 Oph. Topsy, don t you know it s wicked to tell lies! 
 
 Top I never tells no lies, missis ; it s just de truth I ve been tellin| 
 now and nothing else. 
 
 Oph. Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so. 
 
 Tnp Laws missis, if you s to whip all day, couldn t say no othei 
 way. I never seed dat ar it must a got caught in my sleeve. 
 
 [Blubbtrt. 
 
 Oph. [Seizes her by the shoulders.] Don t you tell me that agaii. 
 v<m barefaced fibber ! [Shakes her. The gloves fall on Stage } Ther 
 , ou, my gloves too you outrageous young heathen ! [P\tlu thtm 
 up.l Will you te!l me, now, you didn t steal the ribbon? 
 
 Top. No, misses ; stole de gloves, but didn steal de ribbon. II 
 was permiskus. 
 
 Oph. Why, you young reprobate ! 
 
 Top. Yes I s knows I s wicked! 
 
 Oph. Then you know you ought to be punished. [Bosut ktr tart.] 
 What no you think of that ? 
 
 Top Fie. he, he! De Lord, missus ; dat wouldn t kill a skeetar 
 Hunt off laughing B. o. B. OpHUA/oQow indignantly, B P s
 
 PNCLK TOM S CABIS It 
 
 III. The Tavern fry the River. Table a/it. t*.ir ~-Jugitd 
 glasses an tcMe. On flat is a printed placard, headed : " Four 
 Hundred Dollars Reward Runaway George Harris !" 
 
 PHINKAS u discovered , sealed at table. 
 
 Phtn 80 \ er I am; and a pretty business I ve undertook to do 
 find the hnaband of the gal that rros.Mjd the river on the ice two v. 
 ;hree days ago. Ruth said 1 must do it, and I ll be toetotally chawed 
 ;p it 1 don t do it. I see they ve offered a reward for him dead or 
 ilive. How in creation am I to find the varmint ! He isn t likely tc 
 .M) round looking natural, with a full description of his hide and figure 
 jiaring him in the face. 
 
 Ente* NJR.WiLsos, L. 1 B. 
 
 say, stranger, how are ye"i Rises and comes forward, a 
 
 mi. Well, I reckon. 
 
 Phin. Any news 7 | Takes out plug and knife. 
 
 Wil. Not that 1 know of. 
 
 Phin {Cutting a piece of tobacco and offering it.] Chaw 1 
 
 Wil. No, thank ye it don t agree with me. 
 
 Phin. Don t, eh 7 {Putting it in his own mouth., j I never felt am 
 he worse for it. 
 
 Wil. {Sees placard.} What s that? 
 
 Phin. Nigger advertised. {Advances towards it and spits on it j 
 There s my mind upon that. 
 
 Wil. Why, now stranger, what s that tor 1 
 
 Phin. Id do i* al! the same to the writer of that ar paper, if he 
 was here. Any man that owns a boy like that, and can t find any bet 
 ter way of treating him, than branding him on the hand with the let 
 ter H, as that pa;>er states, deserves to lose him. Such papers as thi* 
 ar a i-hame to old Kaintuck ! that s my mind right out, if anytodj 
 wants to know. 
 
 Wil Well, now, that s a fact. 
 
 Phin, I used to have a gang of boys, sir that was before I fell ii 
 love and I just told era : " Boys," says I, "run now ! Dig! pnt! 
 jest when you want to. I never shall come to look after you !" Th*t t 
 the way I kept mine. Let em know they are free to run any time, 
 "d it je.vt stops their wanting to. It stands to reason it should. Trea< 
 oio like men, and you ll have men s work. 
 
 Wil. I think you are altogether right, friend, and this man describ 
 ed here is a fine fellow no mistake about that. He worked for me 
 some half dozen years in my bagging factory, and he was my best 
 hand, sir. He is an ingenious fellow, too ; he invented amachiae foz 
 f he cleaning of hemp a really valuable affair; it s gone into use it 
 several factories. Ilis master holds the patent of it 
 
 Pktn. I ll warrant ye, holds it and makes money out of it, and 
 lhe turns round ;md brands the hoy in his right hand If I had 
 (ai* thance, I d murk l- n i-kon <<<> that he 1 rarrv it otw whil
 
 tniCLE TOM CABIN. 
 
 Enter GEORGE HARRIS, disguised. L. I B. 
 
 Qtc. [Speaking at he enters.] Jim, too to the trunks 5e Hi* 
 BOS.] Ah! Mr. Wilson here? 
 Wil. Bless my soul, can it be 1 
 
 Qeo. [Advances and grasps his hand. \ Mr. Wilson, I see you r 
 neinber me, Mr. Butler, of Oakland s. Shelby county. 
 Wil. Ye yes yes sir. 
 
 Ph\K Holloa ! there s a screw loose here somewhere. That oW 
 gentleman seems to be struck into a pretty considerable heap of astcc 
 ishment. May 1 be teetotally chawed up! if I don t believe that s th 
 identical man I m arter. [Crosses to GBOKGB.] How are ye, Georgt 
 Harris 1 
 
 Qeo. [Starting back and thrusting his hands into hit breast \ You 
 enow me 1 
 
 Phin. Ha, ha, ha ! I rather conclude I do ; but don t get riled, I 
 an t a bloodhound in disguise. 
 
 Oto. How did you discover me 1 
 
 Phin. By a teetotal smart guess. You re the very man I want t< 
 see. Do you know 1 was sent after you J 
 
 Qeo. Ah ! by my master 1 
 
 Phin. No ; by your wife. 
 
 Qeo. My wife ! Where is she 1 
 
 Phin. She s stopping with a Quaker family over on the Ohio tide 
 
 Geo. Then she is safe 1 
 
 Phin. Teetotally ! 
 
 Qeo. Conduct me to her. 
 
 Phin. Just wait a brace of shakes and I ll do it. I ve got to gc 
 ind get the boat ready. Twon t take me but a minute make your 
 sell comfortable till I get back. Chaw me up! but this is what i 
 call doing things in short onier. [Exit L. 1 K. 
 
 Wil. George ! 
 
 Qeo. Yes, George ! 
 
 Wil. t couldn t have thought it ! 
 
 Qeo. I urn pretty well disguised, I fancy ; you see I don t answer tc 
 the advertisement at all. 
 
 Wil. George, this is a dangerous game you are playing; I coull 
 not, have advised you to it. 
 
 Qeo. I can do it on my own responsibility. 
 
 Wil. Well, George, I suppose you re running away leaving yom 
 awful master, George. (I don t wonder at it) at the same time, I m 
 sorry, George, yes, decidedly. I think I must say that it s my duty 
 U> tell you so. 
 
 Qeo. Why are you sorry, sir ? 
 
 Wil. Why to aee you, as it were, setting yourself in opposition w 
 the laws of your country. 
 
 Qeo. My country! What country have/, but the gravel Ard 1 
 would to heaven that I was laid there ! 
 
 WiL. George, you ve got a hard master, in fact he is well, he M>D- 
 I act* hi nisei reprehensibly I <:ai: t i>:vtend to defenl him I m
 
 TOM ft tJABlB. 2 
 
 orry for yon, now , it s 4 bad case very bad, but, we must all Jb 
 nit to the indications of provinence George, don t you see ? 
 
 Qeo. I wonder, Mr. Wilson, if the Indians should come and take 
 you a prisoner away from your wite and children, and want to keep 
 you all your life hoeing corn for them, if you d think it your duty u 
 tbide in the condition in which you were called! I rather imagine 
 .hat you d think the first stray horse you could find an indication CK* 
 providence, shouldn t you 1 
 
 Wil. Really, George, putting the case in that somewhat pecuiif 
 igbt I don t know under those circumstances but what I might 
 But it seems to me you are running an awful risk. You can t hope 
 to carry it out. If you re taken it will be worse with you than ever 
 they ll only abuse you, and half kill you, and sell you down river. 
 
 Qeo. Mr. Wilson, I know all this. 1 do run a risk, but [Throw 
 open coat and shows pistola and knife in his belt.\ There ! I m ready 
 for them. Down South I never will go ! no, if it comes to that, I cat 
 earn L yself at least six feet of free soil the first and last I shall 
 over own in Kentucky ! 
 
 Wil. Why, George, this state of mind is awful it s getting real j 
 desperate. I m concerned. Going to break the laws of your coua- 
 tryl 
 
 Qeo. My country again ! Sir, I haven t any country any morf 
 than I have any father. I don t want anything of your county, ex 
 cept to be left alone to go peaceably out of it ; but if any mac 
 fries to stop me, let him take care, for I am desperate. I ll fight foi 
 my liberty, to the last breath I breathe ! You say your fathers did 
 it, if it was right for them, it is right for me ! 
 
 Wtl. [ Walking up and down and fanning his face cith a largt 
 yellow silk handkerchief.] Blast em all ! Haven t I always said so 
 the infernal old cusses ! Bless me ! 1 hope I an t swearing now ! Well 
 go ahead, George, go ahead. But be careful, my boy ; don t shoot 
 anybody, unless well, you d better not shoot at least I wouldn t 
 kit anybody, you know. 
 
 Qeo. Only in self-defense. 
 
 Wil. Well, well. [Fumbling in his pocket.] I suppose, perhaps, I 
 aa t following my judgement hang it, I won t follow nay judgement 
 So here, George. 
 
 [Tai^si out a pocket-book and off en GF, KGB a roll of Mfl*. 
 
 Qeo. No, my kind, good sir, you ve done a ^reat deal for me, and 
 Lis might get you into trouble. 1 have money enough, I hope, tc 
 .ake me as far as 1 reed it. 
 
 Wil. No; but you must, George. Money is a great ielp every 
 here, can t have too much, .if you get it honestly. Take it, & 
 ake it, now do, my boy ! 
 
 Qio. [Taking the money. \ On condition, sir, that I may repay it 
 ii some future time, I will. 
 
 Wil. And now George, how long are you going to travel in toil 
 y ? Not long or far I hope? It s well carried <u, but too bold. 
 
 G^c. Mr Wilson, it is to bold. id this tavern iv so near, that th*
 
 !2 TNCLB TOM H <,.\BIK 
 
 will hevr think >f it; they will look 1 or me on aliea<l. a., d you yooi 
 wlf wouldn t know me. 
 
 Wi2. But the mark on your hand 1 
 
 Geo. {Draw off his glove and shows scar.} That is a paiting iuar 
 of Mr Harris regard. Looks interesting, doesn t it ? 
 
 I Puts on glove ago.**.. 
 
 Wil. I declare, my very blood runs cold when 1 think of it yon 
 condition and your risks . 
 
 Geo. Mine has run cold a good many years; at present, it s al> . 
 ip to the boiling point. 
 
 Wil. George, something has brought you out wonderfully. Yoi 
 hold up your head, and move and speak like another man. 
 
 Geo. [Proudly.] Because I m a freeman Yes, sir; I ve *a:d 
 " master" for the last time t,o any man. I m free ! 
 
 Wil. Take care! You are not sure ; you may he taken. 
 
 Geo All men are free and equal in the grave if it comes to that 
 Mr. \\ ilson. 
 
 Enter PHINBAS, L. 1 K. 
 
 Phin. Them s my sentiment, to a teet< .,al atom, and I don t car* 
 who knows it ! Neighbor, the boat is ready, and the sooner we make 
 ;racks the bet ^r. I ve seen some mysterious strangers lurking about 
 these diggings, so we d better put. 
 
 Geo. Farewell, Mr. Wilson, and heaven reward you for the manv 
 kindnesses you have shown the poor fugitive ! 
 
 Wil. [Grasping his kand.] You re a brave fellow, Ge< rge. I wisl. 
 : n my heart you were safe through, though that s what, 1 do. 
 
 Phin. And ain t I the man of all creation to put him through 
 stranger 1 Chaw me up if I don t take him to his dear little wife, ir 
 ihe smallest possible quantity of time. Come, neighbor, let s va.nos* 
 
 Geo. Farewell, Mr. Wilson. [Crosses to L H. 
 
 Wil. My best wishes "jo with you, George [Exit R. 1 B. 
 
 Phin. You re a trump, old Slow-and-Easy. 
 
 Geo. \ Looking of, R. H.J Look ! look ! 
 
 Phin. Consaru their picters, here they come ! We can t get out o 
 .he house without their seeing us. We re teetotal!}* treed ! 
 
 Oeo. Let us flght our way through them ! 
 
 Phin. No, that won t do; there are too many of them for a r*ai; 
 Ight we should be chawed up in no time. [Looks round and #*. 
 op door, c.J Holloa ! here s a cellar door. Just you step down hen 
 > few minutes, while I parley with them. [ (Afts t"np 
 
 Qto. I am resolved to perish sooner than surrender ! 
 
 f Goes down trap. 
 
 Phin. That s your sort ! [doses trap and stands on it.} Here tl.f 
 ire! 
 
 Enter HALKT MARKS, LOKER and three MEH, L. 1 i 
 
 Hal. Bay, 8iran&r, you havei. t seen a runaway darkey ahon* thv 
 parts, eh I 
 
 Pk*. What kinrf of a darte*f 1
 
 TOM S CABIN 9 
 
 titu. A muiaiio chap, almost as light-coiup xuni*l - * *hlU 
 MUV 
 
 Phin. W as he a pretty good-looking chap 1 
 ffal. Yes 
 
 Pkin. Kind 3f tall 1 
 EM. Yes 
 
 Pktm. Wiu br JWD hair ? 
 ZTa/ Yes 
 
 PAn Ar.d dark eyes ? 
 ffo*. Yes 
 
 Phin Pretty well dressed 1 
 Hal. Yes 
 
 Phin. Scar on his right hand 1 
 ffoJ. Yes, yes. 
 
 Phin. Well, I ain t seen him. 
 Hal. Oh, bother Come, boys, let s search the house 
 
 [Exeunt, *. t l 
 P.^tw. [Aai*s <"ap.] Now, then, neighbor George. 
 
 GP.OIOB enters, up trap. 
 flow s the time to cat your lucky 
 
 Gfo. Follow me. Phineas. (Exit. L. 1 B 
 
 Phin. In a brace of shakes. | Is closing trap at 
 
 HALEY, MARKS, LOKEU, $c.. re-enter, B. 1 B. 
 
 Hal. Ah! he s down in the cellar. Follow me, boys! [Thrustt 
 f HINBAS aside, and ritshts down trap, followed by the others. PHIS 
 BAB closes trap and stands on it. 
 
 Phin. Chaw me up! but I ve got em all in a trap. [Knocking 
 below.] Be quiet, you pesky varmints ! [Knocking.] They re getting 
 mighty on easy. [Knocking.] Will you be quiet, you savagerous crit 
 ters ! [The trap is forced open. H*I.EY and MARKS appear. PHTH 
 BAB seizes a chair and stands over trap picture. \ Down with yon 
 or I ll smash you into apple- fritters ! [Tableau closed r. 
 
 SCENE IV. A F^in Chamber. 
 
 Top. [Without, L. H.J You go long. No more nigger dan you be 
 [Enters, L. H. shouts and laughter without look yff.] Yot seem t 
 think yourself white folks. You ain t nerry one black nor white 
 I d like to be one or turrer. Law ! you niggers, does you know you t 
 til sinners 1 Well, you is everybody is. White folks is sinners too 
 Miss Feely says so but I spects niggm is the biggest ones. Bm 
 : jOr ! ye ain t any on ye up to me. I s so awful wicked there can t 
 voK-dy do lothiii with me. I used to k<wp old missis a-swarin a> 
 B* h de time I spects I s de wickedest c-itter in do world. 
 
 [Song c*wi df-nre int* 
 Sntei EVA, L. 1 B. 
 
 Ba. Oh, Topsy Topsy ! you have been v" -< w^ 
 T->v Wril 1 si^ots I h,Te
 
 M trnn,s TOM s CABIV 
 
 Sea. What makes you do so < 
 
 Top. I dunno ; I spects it s cause I s so wicked 
 
 Bra Why did you spoil Jane s earrings? 
 
 Top. Cause she s so proud. She called me a littKj black hnp, aiii 
 tarred ap her pretty nose at me cause she is whiter than I am 1 
 *a a gvvine by her room, a id I seed ber coral earrings lying on de t- 
 )ie, so I threw dem on de floor, and put my foot on em, and scrunch 
 > em sJl to little bits he! he! he! I s so wicked. 
 
 4Va. Don t you know that was very wrong 1 
 
 Top. I don t car ! I despises dern what sets up for fine ladies, whei 
 i/ 7 aiti t nothing but cream-colored niggers ! Dere s Miss Rosa sh< 
 f\ve me lots of pertinent remarks. T other night she was gwine U 
 ball. She put on a beau ful dress dat missis give her wid her ha 
 curled, all nice and pretty. She hab to go down de back stairs dr> 
 am dark and I puts a pail of hot water on dem, and she put her foci 
 Into it, and den she go tumbling to de bottom of de stairs, and de wa 
 ter go all ober lier, and spile her dress, and scald her dreadful bad 
 He ! he ! be ! I s so wicked 
 
 Eva. Oh ! how could you ! 
 
 Top. Don t dey despise me cause 1 dcn t know nothing Doi 
 fey laugh at me cause I m brack, and dey ain t 1 
 
 Eva. But you shouldn t mind them. 
 
 Top. Well, I don t mind dem ; but when dey are passing under my 
 winder, I trows dirty water on em, and dat spiles der complexions. 
 
 Eta. What does make you so bad, Topsy 1 Why won t you try and 
 *>e good 1 Don t you love anybody, Topsy 1 
 
 Top. Can t recommember. 
 
 Eva. But you love your father and mother 1 
 
 Top. Never had none , ye know, I tailed ye that, Miss Eva. 
 
 Eva. Oh ! I know ; but hadn t you any brother, or sister, or aunt 
 or 
 
 Top. No, none on em never uad nothing nor nobody. I s brack 
 10 one loves me ! 
 
 JSva. Oh ! Topsy, I love you ! [Laying her hand on TOFST S thoul 
 ter.] I love you because you haven t had any father, or mother, oi 
 friends. I love you, and I want you to be good. I wish yot 
 would try to be good for nay sake. ^ToPSY looks astonished for a ww 
 ment, and then bursts into tears.} Only think of it, Topsy you <tu 
 be one of those spirits bright Uncle Tom sings about ! 
 
 Top. Oh ! dear Miss Eva dear Miss Eva ! I will try I will trr 
 [ neve r did care nothin about it before. 
 
 Am. If you try, you will succeed. Come with me. 
 
 [Crosses to a and takes TOFBBY B 
 
 fbp I will try; but den, I s so wicked ! 
 
 [Exit EVA R. R., followed by TOPSY, 
 
 SCENE V. Chamber. 
 Enter GBCBOJS, ELIZA and UABRY, B. 1 K. 
 (ho At length Eliza, after many wanderings. w 
 reitad
 
 UBK.I.B TOM < CABIP fm 
 
 HLize* JhanEs Xo these penerous Quakers, who have so kindly snl 
 us 
 
 0*0. N , t forgetting our friend Phineas. 
 
 Eliza. I do indeed owe him much. Twas he 1 n,?i upon Mio icy 
 river s bank, after that fearlul, but successful attempt, when 1 fled 
 from the slave-trader with my child in my arms. 
 
 Oeo. It seems almost incredible that you could have crossed the 
 ? r on the ice. 
 
 Eliza. Yes, I did. Heaven helping m?, I crossed on the ice, fc 
 hey were behind me right behind and there was no other wa/ 
 
 Oeo. But the ice was all in broken up bk cks, swinging and havii4 
 ap and iown in the water. 
 
 Eliza. I know it was 1 know it; 1 did not think I should get 
 over, but I did not care I could but die if 1 did not! I leaped on 
 the ice, but how I got across I don t know ; the first I remember, 
 man was helping me up the bank that man was Phineas. 
 
 Oeo. My brave girl you deserve your freedom you have richly 
 ^amed it 
 
 Eliza. And when we get to Canada I can help you to work, and be 
 Iween us we can find something to live on. 
 
 Geo. Ves, Eliza, so long as we have each other, and our boy. Oh . 
 Eliza, if these people only knew what a blessing it is for a man to feel 
 that his wife and child belong to him ! I ve often wondered to see 
 naen that could call their wives and children their own, fretting and 
 worrying about anything else. Why, I feel rich and strong, tboagb 
 we have nothing but our bare hands. If they will only let me aicuc 
 uow, I will be satisfied thankful ! 
 
 EPiza. But we are not quite out of danger ; we are not yet it 
 Oanadh. 
 
 Oeo True ; but it seems as if I smelt the free air. and it makes me 
 urong ! 
 
 Entet PHINEAS, dressed as a Quaker, u 1 B. 
 
 Phin. [ With a mwffle.] Verily, friends, how is it with thee 1 ham 
 
 Oeo. Why, Phineas, what means this metamorphosis 1 
 
 Phin. I ve become a Quaker that s the meaning on t. 
 
 Oeo. What you? 
 
 Phin. Teetotally ! I was driven to it by a strong argument, com 
 posed of a pair of sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, and pouting lips. Them 
 ips would persuade a man to assassinate his grandmother ! [Asrumti 
 the Quaker tone agaia.] Verily, George, I have discovered something 
 ?f importance to the interests of thee and thy party , and it were well 
 tor thee tc hear it. 
 
 Oeo. Keep us not in suspense ! 
 
 Phin. Well, after I left you on the . ad, I stopped at a littie, lou* 
 avern, just below here. Well, I was tired with hard driving, and af 
 tor my sapper I stretched myself down on a pile of bags in the coi 
 oei, and pulled a buffalo hide over me and what does I do but g 
 fast asleep. 
 
 Q*.e. W iih one ar open, Phineas 1
 
 rTN -LK TOM CAHIII 
 
 No. 1 slept ears and all for an nour or two, fo-. I .* t reUj 
 well tired ; but ween I came to myself a little, I found that thoie wen 
 ome men in the room, sitting round a table, drinking and talking: 
 *rid I thought, before I made much muster, I d just see what thej 
 were up to, especially as I heard them say something about th Qua- 
 k-rs. Then I listened with both ears and found they were talking 
 ibout you. Po I kept quiet, and heard them lay off all their plans, 
 They ve got a right notion of the track we are going ta night, and they ? 
 oe down after us, six or eight strong. So, now, what s to K 
 -iie 7 
 
 Eliza What shall we do, George 1 
 
 Qeo. I know what I shall do! \Takes out pistol* 
 
 Phin. Ay ay, thouseest, Eliza, how It will work pistols phit?, 
 ,".ppers 
 
 Eliza. I see , out I pray it come not to that ! 
 
 Qeo. 1 don t want to involve any one with or for me. If yon wili 
 lend me your vehicle, and direct me, I will drive alone to the next 
 <t,and. 
 
 Phin. Ah ! well, friend, but thee ll need a driver for all that. 
 Tln-e s quite welcome to do all the fighting thee knows j but I know 
 a. thing or two about the road that thee doesn t. 
 
 Geo. But 1 don t want to involve you. 
 
 Phin. Involve me! Why, chaw me that is to say when thee doe 
 involve me, please to let me know. 
 
 Eliza. Phineas is a wise and skillful man. You will do well, Qorge 
 f> abide by his judgment. And, oh ! George, be not hasty with thest 
 young Wood is hot ! [Laying htr hand on pistole. 
 
 Qeo. I will attack no man. All I ask of this country is to be loft 
 alone, and I will go out peaceably. But I ll fight to the last Veath 
 before they shall take from me my wife and son ! Can you blame 
 me 1 
 
 Ph^n. Mortal man cannot blame thee, neighbor George ! Flesh 
 itid blood could not do otherwise. Woe unto the world because of 
 offenses, but woe unto them through whom the offense cometh ! That s 
 gospel, teetotally ! 
 
 Geo. Would not even you, sir, do the same, in my plac 1 
 
 Phin. I pray that I be not tried ; the flesh is weak but I think 
 my flesh would be pretty tolerably strong in such a case ; I ain t 
 sure, friend George, that I shouldn t hold a fellow for thee, if then 
 had any accounts to settle with him. 
 
 Eliza. Heaven grant we be not tempted. 
 
 Phin. But if we are tempted tc^ much, why, conarn em ! 1st 
 .hem look out. that s all. 
 
 Geo. It s quite plain you was not born for a Quaker. The oM 
 nature has its way in you pretty strong yet. 
 
 Phin Well, 1 reckon you are pretty teototally right. 
 
 Qeo. Had we not better hasten our flight 1 
 
 Phin. Well, I rather conclude we had ; we ne full wo hours ahe*4 
 / tiem, if they tart at the time thy planned sf let s vamose 
 
 Kxtlttt R. 1
 
 B.M I.K nut K <:AKI 2* 
 
 *JENK \l.- A Rocky Past ti the HiUt. Mrge net t j*t i*a 
 Platform, L. D. K. 
 
 Pktn. i Without, R. p. R. ] Out with you in a twinkling, every 
 me, and ap into these rocks with me . run now, if you ever did 
 mn ! [ Music. 
 
 HIUTA enters, irt<A HARRT t/i /it* arms. QBOROB rupportiHf 
 ELIZA, R. 0. I. 
 
 . ome up neie; this is one of our old hunting dens. Come up. [Thi* 
 t.fcend the roek.\ Well, here we are. Let em get us if they can. 
 Whoever comes here has to walk single file between those two 
 
 ocks, in fair range of your pistols d ye see 1 
 
 rto I do see. And now, as this affair is mine, let me take all 
 
 h) risk, and do all the fighting. 
 
 Pkin. Thee s quite welcome to do the fighting, George ; but I 
 may have the fun of looking on, I suppose. But see, these fellows are 
 kind of debating down there, and looking up, like hens when they are 
 going to fly up onto the roost. Hadn t thee better give em a word 
 of advice, before they come up, jest to tell em handsomely they ll b 
 *hot if they d< ( . 
 
 LOKEB, MARKS, and three MK.N enter, R. 2 K. 
 
 Marks. Well, Tom, your coons are fairly treed. 
 
 Loker. Yes, I see em go up right here ; and here s a path I m 
 tor going right up. They can t jump down in a hurry, and it won J 
 .ake long to ferret em out. 
 
 Marks. But, Tom, they might fire at us from behind the rocks 
 That would be ugly, you know. 
 
 Loker. Ugh ! always for saving your skin, Marks. No danger. 
 niggers are too plaguy scared ! 
 
 Marks. I don t know why I shouldn t save my skin, it s the best I ve 
 got; and niggers do fight like the devil sometimes. 
 
 Oeo. [Rising on the rock ] Gentlemen, who are you down there 
 and what do you want 1 
 
 Loker. We want a party of runaway niggers. One George and 
 filiza Harris, and their son. We ve got the officers here, and a war 
 rant to take em too. D ye hear ? An t you George Harris, that be 
 longed to Mr. Harris, of Shelby county, Kentucky! 
 
 Oeo. 1 am George Harris. A Mr. Harris, of Kentucky, did call m 
 ills property. But now I m a freeman, standing on heaven s fre 
 >il ! My wife and child 1 claim as mine. We have arms to defend 
 nrselves and we mean to do it. you can come up if you like, bni 
 ,.ie first one that comes within range of our ballets is a dead man 
 
 Marks. Oh, come come, young man, this or 10 kind of talk at 
 til for you. You see we re officers of justice. We ve got the law 01 
 iur side, and the power and so forth ; so you d better give uppeca 
 ly, you see for you ll certainly have to give up at last 
 
 yo. 1 know very well that you ve got the law on your side, and 
 ,ne pow-,r ; but you haven t g~t us. We are standing here as free tn
 
 flS 01ICL* TOM ft CABIN 
 
 f on are, and by itie great power that made us we ll fight tor oik 
 liberty till we die ! 
 
 [During this, MARKS drones a pistol, and whtn fit eoneijdtt Jtrn 
 at htm EUZA screams. 
 
 Geo. It s nothing. Eliza , I am unhurt 
 
 Phin. [Drawing GBOKOB down.\ Thee d letter keep out of sigi 
 * ; th thy speechifying ; they re teetotal mean scamps. 
 
 LoKer. What did you do that for, Marks 1 
 
 Marks. Yoc. see, you get jist as much for him dead as alive in 
 Kan tacky. 
 
 Geo. Now, Phineas, the first man that advances I fire at; you takt 
 Lie second, and so on. It won t do to waste two shots on on. 
 
 Phin. But what if you don t hit 1 
 
 jfeo. I ll try my best. 
 
 Phin. Creation ! chaw me up if there a nt stuff in you ! 
 
 Marks. I think I must have hit some on em. I heard a squeal. 
 
 Loker. I m going right up for one. I never was afraid of niggeis, 
 ind I an t a going to be now. Who goes after me ? 
 Music. LOKKR dashes up the rock. QEoaasJires. He staggers j w 
 
 a moment, then springs to the top. PHINEAS seizes him. A strug 
 gle. 
 
 Phin- Friend, thee it not wanted here ! 
 
 [Throws LOKER over the rock 
 
 Marks. [Retreating.] Lord help us they re perfect devils ! 
 
 Vusic. MASKS and PARTY run off R. 2 B. QEORQB and ILIJU 
 kneel in an attitude of thanksgiving, with the GUILD between them 
 PHINKAB stands over them exulting. Tableau. 
 
 END OF ACT II. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE I. Chamber. 
 
 Enter ST. CLA.RE, followed by Ton, B. 1 *. 
 
 A C. [Giving money and papers to TOM.] There, Tcm, are the 
 tills, and the money to liquidate them. 
 Tom. Yes, mas r. 
 
 St. C. Well, Tom. what are you waiting ftr 1 Isn t all right tbr1 
 Tom. I m fraid not, mas r. 
 ft Why, Tom. what s the matter . Tan look as solemn at t
 
 DHCLB TOV 8 OABIK. 21 
 
 ftim I feel reiy bad, mas r. I allays have thought thai mas i 
 irouid be good to everybody. 
 
 St. C. Well, Tom, haven t I been 1 Come, now , what do you want i 
 There s something you haven t got, I . suppose, and this is the pre 
 face. 
 
 Tom. Mas r allays been good to me. I haven t nothing to comp air 
 of on that head ; but there is one that mas r isn t good to. 
 
 St. C. Why, Tom, what s got into you ? Speak out what do joi 
 mean 7 
 
 Tom. Last night, between one and two, I thought so. I studied 
 pon the matter then mas r isn t good to himself. 
 
 St. C. Ah ! now I understand ; you allude to the state in whicb 
 1 carne home last night. Well, to tell the truth. I teas slightly elevat 
 ed a little more champagne on board than I coukl comfortably carry. 
 That s all, isn t it 1 
 
 Tom. [Deeply affected clasping his hands and weeping.] All ! 
 Oh ! my dear young mas r, I m "fraid it will be loss of all all, body 
 and soul. The good book says "it biteth like a serpent and sting- 
 elh like an adder," my dear mas r. 
 
 Si. C. You poor, silly fool ! I m not worth crying over. 
 
 Ton. Oh, mas r! I implore you to think of it before it gets too 
 late. 
 
 St. C. Well, I won t go to any more of their cursed nonsense, Tom 
 on my honor. I won t. I don t know why I haven t stopped long 
 ago; I ve always despised it, and myself for it. So now, Tom, wipe 
 up your eyes and go about your errands. 
 
 Tom. Bless you, mas r. I feel much better now. You have taker 
 a load from poor Tom s heart. Bless you ! 
 
 St. C. Come, come, no blessings ; I m not so wonderfully good 
 now. There, I ll pledge my honor to you, Tom, you don t see me so 
 again. [Exit TOM, R. 1 E.) I ll keep rny faith with him, too. 
 
 Oph. [ Without. L. 1 E.J Come along, you shiftless mortal ! 
 
 St. C. What new witchcraft has Topsy been brewing ? Thai coi 
 (action is of her raising, I ll be bound. 
 
 Enter OPHELIA, dragg\ny in Topsr, L. 1 . 
 
 Oph. Come here now ; I will tell your master. 
 
 St. C. What s the matter now 1 
 
 Oph. The matter is that I cannot be plagued with this girl any Wm 
 kl s past all bearing ; flesh and blood cannot endure it. Here I locked 
 her up and gave her a hymn to study ; and what does she do but spj 
 aut where I put my key, and has gone to my bureau, and got a bor 
 .iet-trimming and cut it all to pieces to make dolls jackets ! I neve* 
 aw anything like it in my life ! 
 
 St. C. What have you done to her 1 
 
 Oph. What have I done 7 What haven t I done 7 Four wife uyi 
 I ought to have her whipped till she couldn t stand, 
 
 PH. C. I don t doubt it. Tell me of the lovely rule of woman. f 
 *ver saw above a dozen women that wouldn t half kill a horse, v <
 
 40 trUOLB TOM S CABIC. 
 
 MI rant, either, if they had their own way with them lei alone \ 
 man. 
 
 Oph. I am sure, St. Glare I don t know what to do. I vo taogh- 
 mid taught I ve talked till I m tired ; I ve whipped her, I ve pun 
 ished her in every way I could think of, and still she s just what sh 
 was at first. 
 
 Si. C Come here, Tops, you monkev ! [TOPST crosiet to ST. CLABB 
 f inning. } What makes you behave so? 
 
 Top. Spects it s my wicked heart Miss Feely says so. 
 
 Si C. Don t yon see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you 1 
 < e says sli3 has done everything she can think of. 
 
 TVp. Lo- , yes, mas r! old missis used to say say so, too. Shf 
 vhifiped me a heap harder, and used to pull my ha r, and knock my 
 *-a 1 agin the door ; but it didn t do me no good. I spects if they a 
 / pull every spear of lia r out o my head, it wouldn t do no good 
 leitlier I s so wicked ! Laws I s notliin but a nigger, no ways ! 
 
 [ Ooe$ up. 
 
 Oph. Well, I shall have to give her up ; I can t have that trouble 
 tuy longer. 
 
 St. C. I d like to ask you one question. 
 
 Oph. What is ill 
 
 St. C. Why, if your doctrine is not strong enough to save one hei 
 then child, that you can have at home here, all to yourself, what t 
 ihe use of sending one or t vo poor missionaries off with it among 
 thousands of just such 1 I suppose this girl is a fair sample of wha 
 thousands of your heathen are. 
 
 Oph. I m sure I don t know ; I never saw such a girl as this. 
 
 St. C. What makes you so bad, Tops ? Why won t you try and b 
 *od 1 Don t you love any one, Topsy 1 
 
 Top. [Comet down, c.] Dunno nothing bout love; I loveg candy 
 rid sich, that s a!!. 
 
 Oph. But,, Topsy. if you d only try to be good, you might. 
 
 Top. Couldn t never be nothing but a nigger, if I was ever so good 
 f I could be skiiiLed and come white, I d try then. 
 
 St. C. People can love you, if you are black, Topsy. Miss Ophelii 
 ivould love you, if you were good. [Topsr laughs.] Don t you think 
 ^1 
 
 Top. No, she can t b ar me, cause I m a nigger she d s soon hart 
 a toad touch her. There can t nobody love niggers, and niggers can 1 
 !o nothin ! I don t car [ Vhtsilet. 
 
 Si C. Silence, you incorrigible imp, and begone ! 
 
 Top. He ! he ! he ! didn t get much out of dis chile ! 
 
 [Exit, L. 1 B. 
 
 Opk. I ve always had a prejudice agairst negroes, and it s a fact 
 
 never could bear to have that child touch me, but I didn t think 
 . j knew it 
 
 Sf C. Trust any child to find that out, there s no keeping it frcnc 
 !ii i But I believe all the trying in the world to benefit a child, 
 v * tt, th substantial favors you can do them, will never excite <*
 
 C9CL.lt TOM S CABIN, fl 
 
 ,iiioti<.i n, -sratnude, while ibal feeling of re{ agnaije remains in tr* 
 neart. It s a queer kind of a fact, but so it is. 
 
 Opk. 1 don t know how 1 can help it they are disagreeable to m 
 hia girl in particular. How can I help feeling so f 
 
 St C Eva does, it seems. 
 
 Opk Well, she s so loving I wish I was like her. She migh! 
 each me a lesson. 
 
 Si C. It would riot be the flrst time a little child had t-sen used t" 
 .isti ict an old disciple, if it were so. [Cro.net io L.) Come, let ut 
 i-ek Eva. in her favorite bovver by *he lake 
 
 r*p\. Why the dew is fulling, she uustn t be out there. She is ut 
 e!l, 1 know. 
 
 St. C. Don t be croaking, cousin I hate it. 
 
 Oph. But she has that cough 
 
 Si C. Oh, nonsense, of that cough it is not anything. She h. 
 tken a little cold, perhaps. 
 
 Opk. Well, that was just the way Eliza Jane was taker, and 
 Kllen 
 
 St. Oh, .stop these hobgoblin, nur.se legends. You old hands get 
 i< wise, that a child cannot cough or sneeze, but you see desperation 
 ind ruin at hand. Only take care of the child, keep hsi from the 
 light air, and don t let her play too hard, and she ll do well enough- 
 
 | Exeunt L 1 K. 
 
 SCENE II The flat represents the lake. Tkt ray* of the setting 
 sun tinge the waters with gold A large free E. 3 K.Btnttttlt 
 this a grassy bank, on which EVA [L.. j and TOM [R.] are seated 
 side by side. EVA h>is a Bible open on her lap. Music. 
 
 Tom. Read dat passage again, please, Miss Eva 1 
 Eva. [Reading.] " And 1 saw a sea of glass, mingled with fir*. 
 Stopping suddenly and pointing to lake.] Tom, the e it is ! 
 Tom What, Miss Eva 1 
 
 Eva. Don t you see there ? There s a " sea of glass mingled wtU 
 fire." 
 
 Tom* True enough, Miss Eva. [Sings.] 
 
 Oh, had 1 the wings of the morning, 
 I d fly away to Canaan s shore ; 
 Bright angels should convey me home, 
 To the New Jerusalem. 
 
 Kva Where do you suppose New Jerusalem is, Uncle Tom 1 
 Tom Oh, up in the clouds, Miss Eva. 
 
 Eta. Then I think I see it. Look in those clouds, they look life 
 4 Teat gates of pearl ; and you can see beyond them far, tor off- 
 i H all gold ! Tom, sing about spirits bright. 
 Ibm. \S\ngt.\ I see a band of spirits bright. 
 That taste the glories there ; 
 They are all robed in spotless whit*. 
 And conquering palms thev bear
 
 & CXCLI TOM S OAB .V. 
 
 A ro. L Lcle lorn, I ve seen MH. 
 
 7W. To Le sore yon have ; you are one of them yourself, fa*? 
 the brightest spirit I ever saw. 
 
 Eva.. They come to me sometimes in my sleep those tpiriL- 
 bright 
 
 They are all robed in spotless white, 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 Uncle Tom, I m going there 
 Tom. Where, Miss Eva 1 
 
 Eva. [Pointing to the iky,] I m going thtrt, to the spirits brigLi 
 Tom ; I m going before long. 
 
 Tom. It s jest no use tryin to keep Miss Eva here; I ve allayt 
 *aid so. She s got the Lord s mark in her forehead. She wasn i 
 aever like a child that s to live ther? was always something deep i? 
 her ejes. 
 
 Htsti and comet forward B. EVA alto co-m^s forward c., bavin 
 Bible on bank. 
 
 Enter ST. CLARK, L. 1 F. 
 
 St. C. Ah ! my little passy, you look as blooming as a rose! Yo 
 8 re better now-a-days, are you not 1 
 
 Eva. Papa, I ve had things I wanted to say to yon a great while 
 I want to say them now, before I get weaker. 
 
 St. C. Nay, this is an idle fear, Eva j you know you grow strongei 
 every day. 
 
 Eva. It s all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer. Th< 
 time is coming that I am going to leave yon, I am going, and nevei 
 to come back. 
 
 St. C. Oh, now, my dear little Eva ! you ve got nervous and lo* 
 spirited ; you mustn t indulge such gloomy thoughts. 
 
 Eta. No, papa, don t deceive yourself, I am not any bvtw>r , I 
 Know it perfectly well, and I am going before long. I am i*>t ner 
 vous I am not low spirited. If it were not for yon, papa and mj 
 friends, I should be perfectly happy. I want to go I long o go I 
 
 St. C. Why, dear child, what has made your poor little heart 
 sad 1 You have everything to make yon happy that couJ . be givei 
 F JU. 
 
 Eva. 1 had rather be in luMVfii ! There are a jjreat namy thing; 
 ae>re that makes me sad iiiat seem dreadful to me ; I ha-4 rather b> 
 here ; but I don t want u> lo yoo -it almost breaks my heart 
 
 Si. C- What makes >\ u ad, ani w v <t e^ema dreadful, Eva] 
 
 Eva. I teel sad fo- OPT p^or people , tb*y love mr, leariy, in 
 ihey are all o >d -^id k -id M -a. I wish, papa, tl >y were ai 
 free . 
 
 St- C W>/, Eva cb id dou l you thitk they are r J .noigb of 
 ww 1 
 
 Sea J& ke^ding tkt quest***.] Papa, isn t there * *raj to hat 
 )Uve Jtttfa free 1 When I am dead, paoa. then yon will t*.ir>*. < 
 wo *nd do it for my sake 1
 
 TWOUi TOK S CAB I* * 
 
 St. 0- When you are dead, Era 1 Oh. chilu den ^..k vo OM M 
 /ou are all I have on earth ! 
 
 Eva. Papa, these poor creatures lore their children as muoh 
 you do me Tom loves his children. Oh, do something for them ! 
 
 St. C. There, there darling ; only doii t distress yourself, and don 
 balk of dying, and I will do anything you wish. 
 
 Eva. And promise me, dear father, that Tom shall have his free 
 om as soon as [Hesitating.] I am gone ! 
 
 St. C. Yes, dear, I will do anything in the world anything you 
 ,uld ask me to. There, Tom, take her to her chamber, this evening 
 ilr is toe chill for her. [Music. Kisses her. 
 
 [Toil takes EVA in hit arms, and exit a. u. K 
 
 St. C. [Gazing mournfully after EVA.] Has there evsr been 
 .iliild like Eva 1 Yes, there has been ; but their names are always. 
 >i grave-stones, and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, theii 
 singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of yearning 
 hearts. It is as if heaven hart an especial band of angels, whos* 
 office it is to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the way 
 ward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in thei; 
 homeward flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye 
 when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser thai, 
 the ordinary words of children, hope not to retain that child ; for :hz 
 seal of heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from 
 it s eyes! [Music. Exit R. o g 
 
 SCENE III. A corridor. Protcenium doors on. Music 
 
 Enter TOM, L. 1 B., he listen* at R. door and then lies down 
 
 Enter OPHELIA, L. 1 >., with candle. 
 
 Op*. Uncle Tom, what alive have yon taken to sleeping any when 
 and every whero, like a dog, for ? I thought you were one of tr 
 orderly sort, that liked to lie in bed in a Christian way. 
 
 Tom. [Rues. Mysteriously.] I do, Miss Feely, I do, bu* now 
 
 Oph Well, whit now 1 
 
 Tom. We mustn t speak loud ; Mas r St. Clare won t heai on t; b 
 Misn Feely, yon khow there must b<> somebody watchin for tl*s 
 oridegroom. 
 
 Oph What do you mean, Tom 1 
 
 fyt*. You know it saye in Scripture, At midnight there was 
 jreal cry made, behold, the brideg: x>m coraeth " That s what I ir 
 ipectiu now, every night, Miss Feeiy, and I couldn t sleep tal * 
 wearing, noways. 
 
 Oph. Why, Uncie Tom, what makes you think so 1 
 
 Tom Miss Eva, she talks to me. The Lord, he sends his me? s i. 
 $er in the sou . I must be thar, Miss Feely ; for when that ar ble.ss?t 
 child goes into the kingdom, they ll orn the door so wide, we ll al 
 get a look in at the glory ! 
 
 Oph. Uncle Tom, did Miss Eva say she felt morn unwell thar 
 wniahtl
 
 14 CRCljR TOM CABI.1 
 
 Tom Wo; fit she tolled me she was coming nearer Jiar s tb* 
 -hat tells it V th child, Miss Feely. It s the angels it n the tramp 
 t sound afptt toe break o day ! 
 
 Opk. H%avca grant jcur fears be rain ! [Crosses to H. j Come in 
 Tom. [Extunt a. 1 . 
 
 SCENE IV. EVA B Chamber 
 
 ?** di*c-/rireal on a couch. A table stands near the touch 
 wi*!i a lamp on. it. The light shines upon EVA S face, which 
 u very pate. Scent half dark UNCLE TOM is kneeling near thi 
 foot of the couch. L. H. OPHELIA stands at the head, R. H. ST 
 CLAHB at back. Scene opens to plaintive Music. After a strait 
 enter MARIE, hastily, L. 1 B. 
 
 Marie. St. Clare ! Cousin ! Oh what is the matter now 1 
 
 M. C. [Hoarsely.] Hush! she is dying! 
 
 Marie. [Sinking on her knees, beside TOM.] Dying ! 
 
 St. C- Oh! if she would only wake and speak once more. [Bend 
 >ng over EVA.] Eva, darling ! 
 
 Eva. [Uncloses her eyes, smiles, raises her head and tries io speak. 
 
 St. C. Do you know me, Eva ? 
 
 Sta. [Throwing her arms feebly about his neck.] Dear papa 
 [Her arms drop and she sinks back 
 
 St. C. Oh heaven ! this is dreadful ! Oh ! Tom, my boy, it is kill 
 ng me ! 
 
 Tom. Look at hei, mas r. [Points to EVA. 
 
 St. C. Eva ! [A pause.] She does not heai Oh Eva ! tell us wh 
 wu see. What is it. 
 
 Eva. [ Feebly smiling.] Oh ! love ! joy ! peace ! [ Diet. 
 
 Tot*. Oh ! bless the Lord ! it s over, dear mas r, it s over. 
 
 St. C. [Sinking on his knees.] Farewell, beloved child ! the bright 
 eternal doors have closed after thee. We shall see thy sweet face n 
 tnorj. Oh! wo for them who watched thy entiance into heaven 
 Then they shall wake and find only the cold, gray sky of daily lift 
 ind th m gone forever [Solemn munt, slow 
 
 >D or ACT in. 
 
 ACT f V, 
 
 SCENE l.A street * JWi* Orl*<** 
 fattr QuMrroN Ccrg a. meeting MARKS i 
 
 9*to. How do ye dew 1 
 
 Markt. How are you 1 
 
 TuU Well, now, squire, it i * fact that I am d*ad broke and bo*
 
 0OL "OB 
 
 Varn*. i -u Dare oeen speculating, 1 s appoint - 
 :Xi#. 1 hat s just it and nothir g shorter. 
 
 Jtttrks. Y;>u have had poor scccess, you say ^ 
 
 Cute. Tarnation bad, now I tell you You see 1 .t ue u> this part 
 3. the country to make my fortune 
 
 Marks. And you did not do it 7 
 
 Cute. Scarcely. The first thing I tried my hand at was keeping 
 r.hool. I opened an academy for the instruction of youth in the ?art 
 >us branches of orthography, geography, and other graphies. 
 
 Marks. Did you succeed in <-etting any pupils? 
 
 Cute. Oh, lots on em ! and a pretty set of dunces they were too 
 ifter the first quarter, I called on ihe respectable parents of the 
 juveniles, and requested them to fork over. To which they politelj 
 .riswered don t you wish you may yet it 7 
 
 Harks. What did you do then 7 
 
 Cute. Well, I kind of pulled up stake> and left those diggins. Weli 
 Uien I went into Spiritual Rapping* for a living. That paid pretty 
 well for a short time, till J met with an accident. 
 
 Marks- An accident 
 
 Cute. Yes; a tall Yahoo called on me one day and wanted me to 
 >ummon the spirit of his mother which, of course, I did. He asked 
 <ne about a dozen questions which 1 answered to his satisfaction. At 
 last lie wanted to know what she died of 1 said. Cholera. You never 
 lid see a oiitter so riled a> he was. Look ye re. stranger, said he 
 it s my opinion that you re a pesky humbug ! for my mother w& 
 )iowu up in a Steamboat with that he left the premises The nexi 
 liy the people furnished me with a conveyance, ai.d 1 n>de oui ol 
 
 VOWII. 
 
 Marks. Rode out of town 7 
 
 Cute. Yes ; on a rail ! 
 
 Marks. I suppose you gave up the spirits, after that 1 
 
 Cute. Well, I reckon I did ; it had such an effect on my spirits 
 
 Marks. It s a wonder they didn t tar and featlier you. 
 
 Cute. There was some mention made of that, but when they said 
 feathers I felt as if I had wings and flew away. 
 
 Marks. You cut and run 7 
 
 Cute. Yes ; I didn t like their company and I cut it. Well, aftei 
 -2?at I let myself out as an overseer on a cotton plantation. I made 
 k pretty good thing of that, though it was dreadful trying to my 
 eelir gs to flog the darkies ; but I got used to it after a while, acd 
 .hn I used to lather em like Jehu. Well, the proprietor got th< 
 "Kver md ague and shook himself out of town. The place and al? 
 he fixings were sold at auction and I found myself adrift once more 
 
 Marks. What are you doing at present 7 
 
 Cute. I m in search of a rich relation of mine 
 
 Marks. A rich relation 1 
 
 Cute. Yes. a Miss Ophelia St. Clare. You see, a niece of hers mar 
 red -Me of my second COUSIIIB that s how I came to be a relation o< 
 Mrs She came or. here from Vermont to be housekeeper to a eoa 
 *n of hers, of the name name
 
 * raci.ll TOM OAB.B 
 
 Mark*. 1 know him well. 
 
 Cute. The deuce yon do ! well, that s lucky. 
 
 Marks. Yes, he lives in this city. 
 
 Cute. Say, you just point out the locality, and I ll give him 
 
 Marks. Stop a bit.. Suppose you shouldn t be able to rail* thf 
 ind in that quarter, what have you thought of doing 1 
 
 Cute. Well, nothing particular. 
 
 Marks. How should yon like to enter into a nice, profitable bnJ 
 u>ss one that pays well 1 
 
 Cute. That s just about my measure H would suit me to a hair 
 W-at is it 1 
 
 Marks. Nigger catching. 
 
 Cute. Catching niggers What on airth do you mean 1 
 
 darks. Why, when there s a large reward offered for a runaway 
 lavkey. we goes after him, catches him, and gets the reward. 
 
 Cute. Yes, that s all right so far but s pose there ain t no reward 
 alfered 1 
 
 Marks. Why, then we catches the darkey on our own account, will 
 bim, and pockets the proceeds. 
 
 Cute. By chowder, that ain t a bad speculation ! 
 
 Marks. What do you say 1 I want a partner. You see, I lost my 
 partner last year, up in Ohio he was a powerful fellow. 
 
 Cute. Lost him ! How did you lose him 1 
 
 Marks. Well, you see, Tom and 1 his name was Tom Loker Tom 
 and I were after a mulatto chap, called George Harris, that run away 
 from Kentucky. We traced him through the greater part of Ohio, 
 and came up with him near the Pennsylvania line. He took refuge 
 among some rocks, and showed fight. 
 
 Cute. Oh ! then runaway darkies show fight, do they 1 
 
 Marks. Sometimes. Well, Torn like a headstrong fool as he wai 
 rushed up the rocks, and a Quaker chap, who was helping thi 
 George Harris, threw him over the cliff. 
 
 Cute. Was tie killed 1 
 
 Marks. Well, 1 didn t stop to rind out. Seeing that the darkle* 
 were stronger than I thought, I made tracks for a safe place. 
 
 Cute. And what became of this George Harris 1 
 
 Marks. Oh ! he and his wife and child got away safe into Canada. 
 You see. they wHl get away sometimes though it isn t very ftt 
 Sow what do you say ( You are just the figure for a fighting part 
 ner. Is it a bargain 1 
 
 Ouie. Well. I rather calculate our teams won t hitch, no how. By 
 howder, I hain t no idea of setting myself up as a target f r darkiet 
 a fire at that s a speculation that don t suit my constitution. 
 
 Marks. You re afraid, thenl 
 
 Cute. No, 1 ain t it s asainst my principles. 
 
 Mark* Your principles how so 1 
 
 Qutt. Because my principles are to keep a sharp lookout for No. 1 
 I shouldn t feel wholesome if a darkey was to throw me ever thai 
 tiift* look after Tom Loker. f gxtunt, ori--a**, u H
 
 TOM 8 CABIB 
 
 SCENE II. QotKit Chimber. Slo mi***. 
 ST. CLARK discovered, teated on so, a, B. B. TOM, L. u 
 
 8t C. Oh Tom my boy, the whole world is as empt) as an agg 
 tf.ell 
 
 Tom. I know it, mas r, I know it. But oh ! if raas r could lo< k n; 
 up where our dear Miss Eva is 
 
 \ -St. C. Ah, Tom ! I do look up ; but the trouble is, I don t see any 
 thing when I do. I wish I could. It seems to be given to cUldron 
 and poor, honest fellows like you, to see what we cannot. How 
 comes it 1 
 
 Tom. Thou hast hid from the wise and prudent, and revealed ant< 
 babes ; even so, Father, for so it seemed good in thy Might. 
 
 St. C. Tom, I don t believe I ve got the habit of doubting I waul 
 to believe and I cannot* 
 
 Tom. Dear ruas r, pray to the good Lord : Lord, I believe ; helf 
 thou my unbelief." 
 
 St. C. Who knows anything about anything 1 Was all that beaut) 
 ful love and faith only one of the ever-shifting phases of human feel 
 ing, having nothing real to rest on. passing away with the little breath " 
 And is there no more Eva nothing 1 
 
 Tom. Oh! dear mas r, there i.s. I know it; I m suie of it. D. 
 do, dear mas r, believe it 1 
 
 St. C. How do you know there is, Tom 1 You never saw the Lord. 
 
 Tom. Felt Him in my soul, mas r feel Him now ! Oh, mas r 
 when I was sold away from my old woman and the children, I wa 
 jest a most broken up I felt as if there warn t nothing left and thai. 
 the Lord stood by me, and He says. " Fear not, Tom," a d He bring): 
 light and joy into a poor fellow s soul makes all peace; and I s so 
 happy, ana loves everybody, and feels willin to be jest where the 
 Lord wants to put me. I know it couldn t come from me, cause I s a 
 poor, complaining creature it comes from above, and I kaow U* g 
 willin to do for mas r. 
 
 St. Q. [Grasping TOM S kand.\ Tom, you love me ! 
 
 Tom. 1 s willin to lay down my life this blessed day for you. 
 
 St. C [Sadly.] Poor, foolish fellow ! I m not worth the kveof cn 
 S >od, honest heart like yours. 
 
 Tom. Oh, mas r ! there s more than me loves you the blew**-.! 
 llaviour loves you. 
 
 St. C. How do you know that, Tom 1 
 
 Tarn. The love of the Saviour passeth knowledge. 
 
 St. C. [Turns away.] Singular! that the story of a man who live*! 
 ind died eighteen hundred years ago, can affect people so yet. But 
 lie was no man. [Rises.] No mac- ever had such long and living 
 power. Oh ! that I could believe what ni> mother taught me, *ud 
 ,jray as I did when I was a boy ! But, Tom, all this time I have . a 
 gotten why I sent for you. I m going to make a freeman of you * 
 Save your trunk packed, and get ready to set out for Kentuck. 
 iJvjtfuUy.l Bless the Lord !
 
 M CITCLI TOM 8 CARln 
 
 S* C [JPryly-j Y.>u haven t had such very bad time.* herr>, .u* 
 K Q need be in such a rapture, Tom. 
 
 Tom. No, no, mas r, laia t that; it s being a. freeman that s WH*A 
 I m joyin {_; 
 
 St. C. Why, Tom, don t yon think, for your own part, you ve beec 
 hotter off than to be free 1 
 
 Tom. No, indeed, Mas r St. Clare no, indeed 
 St. C Why, Tom, you couldn t possibly hate earned, by your work 
 <uch ;lotliea and such living as I have given you. 
 
 Tom. I know all that, Mas r 8t. Clare mas r s been too good; b j 
 I rather have poor clothes, poor house, poor everything, and v .avt 
 t.u mine, than have the best, if the} 7 belonged to somebody else 
 * had so, mas r ; I think it s natur , nias r. 
 
 St. C. I suppose so, Tom ; and you il be going off and leaving m 
 :. a month or so though why you shouldn t no mortal knows. 
 
 Tom. Not while mas r is in trouble. I ll stay with mas r as lung a 
 iie wants me, so as I can be any use. 
 
 St. C. [Sadly.] Not while I m in trouble, Tom 1 And whe& will 
 .uy trouble be over? 
 
 Tom When you are a believer. 
 
 St. C. And you really mean to stay by me till that day comes 1 
 Smiling and laying his hand on TOM S fhoulder.] Ah, Tom ! I won t 
 l <eep you till that day. Go home to your wife and children, and Qivf 
 ny love to all. 
 
 Tom. I s faith to think that day will come the Lord has a work 
 or mas r. 
 
 St. C. A work, hey 1 Well, now, Tom, give rue your views on 
 > hat sort of a work it is let s hear. 
 
 Turn. Why, even a poor fellow like me has a work ; and Mas r Si. 
 Jlare, that has larnin , and riches, and friends, how much he migh 
 Jo for the Lord. 
 
 St. C. Tom, you seem to think the Lord needs a great deal dou 
 for him. 
 
 Tom. We does for him when we does for his creatures. 
 St. C. Good theology, Tom. Thank you, my boy ; I like to hea. 
 you talk. But go now, Tom, and leave me alone. [ Exit TOM. L. 1 B. j 
 That faithful fellow s words have excited a train of thoughts that al- 
 oiost bear me, on the strong tide of faith arid feeling, to the gates of 
 .hat heaven 1 so vividly conceive. They seem to bring me nearer tJ 
 Sva. 
 
 Opk. [Outside, L. 1 .] What are you doing there, you limb of 8k 
 au 1 You ve been stealing something, I ll be bound. 
 
 OPHELIA drags in TOPHT L. 1 8. 
 
 Top Fou go long, Miss Feely, tain t none o yov.r btuimmt. 
 
 St. C. Heyday ! what is all this commotion 1 
 
 Opk She s been stealing. 
 
 Top. [Sobbing.] I hain t neither 
 
 dph. What have you got in you- bosom 1 
 
 Te-y I ve aot. inv hand lar.
 
 Opk That s a lib, Topsy 
 
 Top Well, I spects it is 
 
 Opt: Give it to me. whatever it ii 
 
 Top It s mine I hope I may lie this bressed minute, i/ it don > 
 c long to me. 
 
 OpA. Topsy, 1 irdor you to i_ ive me that article; don t let aae htt 
 o ask you again [To PRY reluctantly taken the foci of an old ftocbtny 
 Tram her bosom and hands it to OPHELIA.] Sakes alive ! what is al 
 his 1 [ Take* from <t a lock of hair, and a smaL book, with a bil v 
 era.pt twisted around it 
 
 Top Dat s a luck of lia r <iat Miss Eva give me she cut it fr m 
 her own beau ful head herself. 
 
 St. C. I Takes book.} Why did you wrap this [pointing to crape 
 around he book ! 
 
 Top. Cause cause cause twas Miss Eva s. Oh! dou t take ere 
 away, please ! \Sits down on stage, and, putting her apron over hit 
 kead. begins to sob vehemently 
 
 Oph. Come, come, don t crv ; you shall have them. 
 
 Top. {Jumps up joyfully and takes them] I wants to ket-p em, 
 cause ey makes me yood ; 1 ain t half so wicked as I used to wa. 
 
 [Runs off, L. 1 E. 
 
 St. C. I really think you can make something of that girl. Am 
 tuind that is capable of a real torrow is capable of good. You mus 
 iry ami do something with her. 
 
 Oph. The child has improved very much; I have groat, hopes ol 
 ber. 
 
 St. C. 1 believe I ll go down the street, a few momenta, and heai 
 he news 
 
 Oph Shall I call Tom to attend you 1 
 
 St. C- No, I shall be back in an hour. | hint, L. 1 B. 
 
 Oph. He s got an excellent heart, but then he s so .ireadful shift 
 ess \ K jnt, B. 1 B. 
 
 SCENE ILL Front Chamber. 
 Enter TOPBT, L. H. 
 
 Top. Uar s somethin 1 de matter wid me I isn t a i>it like myself 
 ( haven t done anything wrong since poor Mis? Evi went ap in d< 
 ikies and left us. When I s gwine to do anything wicked, I ticks <y 
 her, and somehow I can t do it. 1 e getting to be good, db.. * a fact 
 I spects when I s dean I shall be turned into a little brack angel. 
 
 Enter OPHBI A, L. a 
 
 Oph. Topsy, I ve been looking foi yon ; I ve got something cr* 
 particular to say to you. 
 
 Top Does you want me to gay the catechUm 1 
 
 Oph No, not now 
 
 Top \A*ide.\ (Jolly dat a one comfort
 
 o enrol* TOM S CABIB. 
 
 Oph. Now, Topoy, I want you to try and understand whai 
 ?oinj to say to you. 
 
 Tap. Yes. missis, I ll open my ears dreflFul wide 
 
 Oph. Mr. St. Clare has given you to me, Topsy. 
 
 Top. Ben I b longs to you, don t 1 1 Golly ! I thought I 
 Belonged to you. 
 
 Oph. Not till to-day have I received any authority to tali yot, my 
 roperty. 
 
 Top. I s your property, am 1 1 Well, if you say so, I specta I eru 
 
 Oph. Topsy, I can give you your liberty. 
 
 Tap My liberty 1 
 
 Oph. Ves, Topsy. 
 
 Top Has you got ! um with yon 1 
 
 Oph. I have, Topsy. 
 
 Top Is it clothes or wittles 1 
 
 Oph. How shiftless ! Don t you know what your liberty is, Topsj < 
 
 Top. How should I know when I never seed urn 1 
 
 Oph. Topsy, I am going to leave this place; I am going mart 
 tules away to my own home in Vermont. 
 
 Top. Den what s to become ofdis chile 1 
 
 Oph. If you wish to go, I will take you with me. 
 
 Top. Miss Feely, I doesn t want to leave you no how , I loves you 
 I does. 
 
 Oph. Then you shall share my home for the rest of your day* 
 ^ >me, Topsy. 
 
 fop. Stop, Miss Feely ; does dey hab any oberseers in Varmount 1 
 
 Oph. No, Topsy. 
 
 Top. Nor cotton plantations, nor sugar factories, nor darkies, not 
 Chipping, nor nothing 7 
 
 Oph. No, Topsy 
 
 Top By Golly ! de quicker you is gwine de better dea 
 
 Enter Ton, hastily, L. H. 
 
 Tom. Oh, Miss Feely ! Miss Feely ! 
 
 Oph. Gracious me, Tom ! what s the matter 1 
 
 Tom. Oh, Mas r St. Clare ! Mas r St. Clare! 
 
 Oph. Weil, Tom, well? 
 
 Tom. They ve just brought him home and I do believe b* & .ii)} 
 
 Oph. Killed 7 
 
 Top. Oh dear ! what s to become of de poor iarkies now 7 
 
 Tom. He s dreadful weak. It s jugt as mucii -s he can do ., apeak 
 io wanted me to call you. 
 
 Oph. My poor cousin ! Who would have thought of it 1 DOR ^MJ 
 word to his wife. Tom ; the danger may not be so prat a yoj 
 think ; it would only distress he-. Come with me ; you may b b 
 to afford socre assistance. f fcr*wi L. I
 
 BNCLB TOM B CABIN. 41 
 
 SCENE IV. Handsome Chamber 
 
 *?. JLAHE discovered seated on sofa. OPHELIA B. a To* u c. etna 
 f .pBT L., are clustered around kirn DOCTOR back of tof fe*l**.f 
 iit pulse Scene opens to slow music 
 
 St. C. \Raising himself feebly.] Tom poor fellow ! 
 
 Torn. Well, mas r 1 
 
 Si C I have -eceived my death wound. 
 
 Ton. Oh, no, no, inns r! 
 
 St. C. I fcel that I am dying Tcm, pray 
 
 Tbwi. [Sinking on hi* knees ] I dc pray, raas r ! I do pray ! 
 
 St. C. \Afterapause.} Tom, one thing preys upon my raiud 
 ve forgotten to sign your freedom papers. What will become < 
 fou when I am "one 1 
 
 Tom. Don t think of that, mas r. 
 
 Si. C. I was wrong, Tom, very wrong, to negiest it. 1 may be tL< 
 aune of much suffering to you hereafter. Marie, my wife she 
 >h! 
 
 Oph. His mind is wandering. 
 
 8t. C. [Emergetically.] No 1 it is coming home at, last ! tvnks back 
 tt last 1 at last Eva, I come 1 [Dies. Music slovr curtatn 
 
 B OF ACT IV. 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 8CENE I An Auction Mart. 
 
 TOM and EMMBLIKE at back ADOLF, S^KBOOS, MARKB, M*HI 
 and various spectators discovered. MABK.^ and MANN come foi 
 ward. 
 
 Marks. Halloa, Alf ! what brings you here 1 
 
 Mann Well, I was wanting a valet, and I heard that St. Ciar* 
 Vt was going ; I thought I d just look at them. 
 
 Marks Catch me ever buying any of St. Clare s people. Spoil 
 lagers, every one impudent as the devil. 
 
 Mann. Never fear that ; if I get em, I ll soon have their airs on; 
 if them- -they ll soon flnd that they ve another kind of master tu dea 
 with than St. Clare. Ton my word, I ll buy that fellow I lik* 
 the shape of him. [Pointing to ADOLF. 
 
 Marks. You ll flnd it ll take all you ve got to keep him he s deu 
 -edly extravagant. 
 
 tfann Yts hut my lord will flnd that hs can t be extravagant wlfcl
 
 i ffWOi.1 TCM i 
 
 M J tint iei I. Mr j aent to the calaboose a lev tin if-, and lunougnr 
 dre*oe<l Jcwn, I ll tell you if it don t bring him to a s*nne of his wayu 
 Oh 1 I ll rot* rm him, up hill and down, you ll see. I ll buj .im 
 that s flat. 
 
 LBGCBH, u . a. he goes up and looks M ADOLF, whose booti an 
 nicely blacked. 
 
 Legree. A nig.jer wkh nis boots blacked bah ! [Spits on then."} 
 tiol .oa, you ! To Torf.j Let s see your teeth. [Seizes TOM by the jam 
 **d opens his mouth.] Strip up your sleeve and show your muscle. 
 T\-M does so.] Where was you raised ? 
 
 Tom. In Kintuck inaa r. 
 
 Leg. What have you done"! 
 
 Tom. Had care of mas r s frum. 
 
 Leg. Thai s a likely story. [Turnt to EMMKLINH | You re a nice 
 ooking girl enough. How old are you { ( frraups her arm. 
 
 Emmeline. [Shrieking.] Ah ! you hurt rase 
 
 Skeggs. Slop that, you minx ! No whimpering he**?. The sale is 
 going to begin. [Mounts the rostrum. ] Gentlemen, the rsxt article 1 
 shall offer you to-day is Adolf, late valet to Mr. St. Clare. How much 
 mm I offered 1 [ Various bids are made ADOLF is knmked down tc 
 MANN for eight hundred dollars.] Gentlemen, I now offer a prime ar 
 ticle the quadroon girl. Emmeline, only fifteen years of aye, war 
 ranted in every respect. [Business as before. EMMELINB is sold t< 
 LBQREB/OT one thousand dollars.] Now, 1 shall close to-day s sale by 
 offering you the valuable article known as Uncle Tom, the mostusefu 1 
 nigger ever raised. Gentlemen in want of an overseer, now is the 
 time to bid. 
 
 I Iluitnest as before. TOM it sold to LBORHB for twelve hundred 
 dollar t. 
 
 Leg. Now look here, you two belong to me. 
 
 [Ton and EKMBLINB ttnk on their kneet 
 Tom. Heaven help us, then ! 
 [Mutic LBORBB stands over them, exulting Picture closed tH. 
 
 SCENE II. The Garden of Miss OPHELIA S House in ferment. 
 Enter OPHBLIA and DBACON PERRY, L. 1 B. 
 
 Deacon. Miss Ophelia, allow me to offer you my congratr lationi 
 ipon your safe arrival in your native place. I hope it is your inten- 
 ioa to pass the remainder of your days with us 1 
 
 Oph. Well Deacon, I have come here with that express purpose. 
 
 Dea I presume you were not over-pleased with the South 1 
 
 Oph. Well, to tell you the truth, Deacon, I wasn t; I like<? th 
 ountry vory well, but the people there arc so dreadful shiftless. 
 
 Dea. The result, I presume, of living in a warm climate. 
 
 Oph. Well, Deacon, what is the news among you all here 
 
 ~)eai Well, we live o in the same even io-trot oace Nothing rt
 
 <rrr<n,K TOM CB . 41 
 
 . y conseqatice has happened Oh ! I forgoU [Takes out hu 
 *+rchief.] I ve lost my wife ; my Molly has left me. [ Wipes histyet 
 
 Oph. Poor soul ! I pity you, Deacon. 
 
 Da. Thank you. You perceive I bear my loss with resignation. 
 
 Oph. How you must miss her tongue ! 
 
 Deo. Molly certainly was fond of talking. She always would hav* 
 aie last word heigho ! 
 
 Oph. What was her complaint, Deacon 1 
 
 Dea. A very mild and soothing one, Miss Ophelia she had i 
 tie attack of the lockjaw 
 
 Oph Dreadful ! 
 
 Dea. Wasn t it! When she found she couldn t use her tongue, sh* 
 .ok it so much to heart that it struck to her stomach and killed her. 
 Poor dear ! Excuse my handkerchief; she s been dead only eighteet 
 months. 
 
 Oph. Why, Deacon, by this time you ought to be setting your cap 
 for another wife. 
 
 Dea. Do you think so, Miss Ophelia ? 
 
 Oph. \ don t see why you shouldn t you are still a good-looking 
 nan, Dwdcon. 
 
 Dea. Ah! well I think I do wear well in fact, I may say r- 
 uarkably well. It has been observed to me before. 
 
 Oph And you are not much over fifty ? 
 
 Dea. Just turned of forty, I assure you. 
 
 Oph. Hale and hearty 7 
 
 Dea. Health excellent look at my eye ! Strong as a lion l*>ok a! 
 iiy arm ! ! A No. 1 constitution look at my leg ! ! ! 
 
 Oph. Elave you no thoughts of choosing another partner 1 
 
 Dea. Well, to tell you the truth, I have. 
 
 Oph. Who is she 1 
 
 Dea. She is is not far distant. [Looks at OPHELIA in a anguishini 
 manner.} I havo her in my eye at this present moment. 
 
 Oph. [Aside. \ Really, I believe he s going to pop. Why, surely 
 Deacon, you don t mean to 
 
 Dea. Yes, Miss Ophelia, 1 do mean ; and believe me, when I say- 
 Looking off, R. I s,] The Lord be good to us, but I believe t .ere i 
 l;e devil coming ! 
 
 v PST runs on, R. 1 B., with bouquet. She u nou Iressed tery neatly 
 
 Top. Miss Feely, here is some flowers dat 1 hab been gathering f< 
 < <u. ( Gires bought 
 
 Oph That s a good rhild. 
 
 Dea. Miss Ophelia, who is this young person 7 
 
 Oph. She is my daughter. 
 
 Dta. [Aside.] Her daughter ! Then she must have married a ci 
 tied man off South. I was rot aware that you had been rnarrieo 
 Miss Ophelia ? 
 
 Oph. Married ! Sakes alive ! what made you think I had i>e 
 ruarr\id > 
 
 o a Guo.1 trracioiiN I m r t,i-vy ro if nseM Didn t | uniidraiam
 
 *4 ITKiri,B TOM OA8TH 
 
 foi to My that this somewhat tanned yonig lady wu yon. 
 laughter 1 
 
 Oph. Only by adoption. She is my adopted d mghter. 
 
 Deo. oh ! [^4d.J I breaJhe again. 
 
 Tap. [Aside.] By Golly ! dat old man s eyes , tick oat of am hwxl 
 li^ ful Guess he never seed anything like me fore 
 
 Oph. Deacon, won t you step into the house md refresh youraell 
 tfttr your walk 1 
 
 Deu. I accept your polite invitation. [Offer* \is arm.] Allow me 
 
 Oph. As gallant as ever, Deacon. 1 declate, you grow young*j 
 .very day. 
 
 Dea. You can never grow old, madam. 
 
 Oph. Ah, you flatterer [Exeunt, K. 1 K 
 
 Top. Dar dey go, like an old goose and gander. Guess dat ol 
 gemblemun feels kind of confectionary rather sweet on my old mis 
 sis. By Golly ! she s been dre ful kind to me ever since I come away 
 from de South ; and I loves her, I does, cause she takes such car on 
 me and gives me dese fine clothes. I tries to be good too, and I s 
 getting long inazin fast. I s not so wicked as I used to was [Lookt 
 out, u I B.] Holloa! dar s some one comin heie. I wonder what he 
 vants now. [Retires, observing. 
 
 Sitter GUMP"IO CUTE, L. 1 B., very shabby i small bundle, on a 
 ftiek, over his shoulder 
 
 Cute. By chowder, here I am again. Phew it s a pretty consider 
 able tall piece of walking between here and N-v Orleans, not to men 
 tion the wear of shoe-leather. I guess I m about done up. If this 
 stn?ak of bad luck lasts much longer, I ll borrow sixpence to buy a 
 rope, and hang myself right straight up ! When I went to call or. 
 Miss Ophelia, I swow if I didn t find out that she had left for Ver 
 mont ; so I kind of concluded to make tracks in that direction myself 
 and as I didn t have any money left, why I had to foot it, and here i 
 am in old Varmount once more. They told me Miss Ophelia lived up 
 nere. I wonder if she will remember the relationship [Sees TOPBY.] 
 By chowder, there s a darkey. Look here, Charcoal ! 
 
 ^"P [Comes forward, K. H.] My name isn t Charcoal it s Topsy 
 
 Cute. Oh ! your name is Topsy, is it, you juvenile specimen of Dtj 
 fe Martii 
 
 Top. Tell you I don t know nothin bout Day & Martin. I> Top*; 
 and I belong to Miss Feely St. Clare. 
 
 Cute. I m much obleeged to you, you small extract of J*pan, f 
 your information. So Miss Ophelia lives up iherc in the wVi* hooM 
 toes she 1 [ Pointi, * I. 
 
 Top. Well, she don t do nothin else. 
 
 Cute. Well, then, just locomote your pins 
 
 Tup. What what s datl 
 
 Cute. Walk your chalks ! 
 
 Top. By Golly ! dere ain t no chalk "bout me. 
 
 OtU. Move y~ur trotters. 
 
 Top H"w you does spoke ! What von mear V>\
 
 (THCI.I TOlf B OABTH 44 
 
 Out*. Why, your feel, Stove Polish. 
 
 Top. What does you want me to move my feet for f 
 
 Cute. To tell your mistress, yon ebony angel, that a gt. Jem&i 
 Dishes to see her. 
 
 Top. Does you call yourself a gentleman t By Golly ! yoa look 
 uore like A scar crow. 
 
 Cutt. Now look here, you Charcoal, don t you be sassy. I m a 
 icntleman in distress; a done-up speculator ; one that has seen bettei 
 iays long time ago and better clothes too, by chowder ! My cm 
 litors are like my boots they ve no soles. I m a victim to dream 
 nances. I ve been through much and survived it. I ve taken walk 
 ,ag exercise for the benefit of my health ; but as I was trying to liva 
 >ft air at the same time, it was a losing speculation, cause it gave in* 
 iuch a dreadful appetite. 
 
 Top Golly ! you look as if you could eat, an ox, horns and all. 
 
 Cute. Well, I calculate I could, if he was roasted it s a specula 
 Jon I should like to engage in. I have returned like the fellow that 
 .un away in Scripture; and if anybody s 2ot a fatted calf they want 
 U) kill, all they got to do is to fetch him along. Do you know, Chir- 
 ".oal, that your mistress is a relation of mine 1 ? 
 
 Top. Is she your uncle 1 
 
 Cute. No, no, not quite so near as that. My second cousin married 
 ler niece. 
 
 Top. And does you want to see Miss Feely 1 
 
 Cute. I do. I have come to seek a home beneath her roof, and 
 lake care of all the spare change she don t want to use. 
 
 Top. Den just you follow me, mas r. 
 
 Cute. Stop ! By chowder, I ve got a great idee. Say, you Day & 
 Martin, how should you like to enter into a speculation 1 
 
 Top. Golly ! 1 doesn t know what a spec spec cu what-do- 
 you-call- um am. 
 
 Cute. Well, now, I calculate I ve hit upon about the right thing. 
 Why should I degrade the manly dignity of the Cutes by becoming 
 a beggar expose myself to the chance of receiving the cold shouldei 
 is a poor relation 7 By chowder, my blood biles as I think of it 
 Topsy, yon can make my fortune, and your own, too. I ve an ide* 
 n my head that is worth a million of dollars. 
 
 Top. Golly! is your head worth datl Guess you wouldn t biiLg 
 itt out South for de whole of you. 
 
 Cute. Don t you be too severe, now, Charcoal ; I m a man of genius, 
 id you ever hear of Barnum 1 
 
 Top. Barnum ! Barnum ! Does he live out South 1 
 
 Cute No, he lives in New York. Do you know how he made hii 
 *>rtin 1 
 
 Top. What is him fortin, hey 1 Is it something he wears 
 
 Cute Chowder, how green you are 
 
 Top. I Indignantly.] Sar, I hab you to know I s not g ecu j I s 
 ^ ack. 
 
 Oiut To h *ure vou are. Day & Martm I calculate, wher or
 
 tft rrHCI.K TOM S CAB1W 
 
 ion lays another baa a fortune, he means he s no. pi*ni ,f tuoo*> 
 Charcoal. 
 
 Top. And did he make the money 1 
 
 Cutt. Sartin sure, and no mistake. 
 
 Top. Golly ! now I thought money always growed. 
 
 Jute. Oh, git out! You are too cute you are caterer Mian I ir" 
 and I m Cute by name and cute by nature. Well, as I wa* wyjLj 
 Ban nun made his money by exhibiting a woolly horse; tmw woultir 
 fc be an all-firtd speculation to show you as the woolly ual 1 
 
 Top You want to make a sight of me 1 
 
 Cute. I ll give you half the receipts, by chowder ! 
 
 Top. Should I have to leave Miss Feely 1 
 
 Cute. To be sure you would, 
 
 Top. Den you hab to get a woolly gal somewhere else, Mas r Cu 
 
 [ Hit H.I of, h 1 R 
 
 Cute. There another speculation gone to smash, by chowder! 
 
 \Exit, R. \ K 
 
 SCENE III. A Rude Chamber. 
 
 TOM is discoverd, tn old clothes, seated on a stool, c. he holds t in 
 hand a paper containing a curl of EVA S hair The scene opens tc 
 the symphony of "Ola Folks at Home." 
 
 Tom. I have come to de dark places ; I s going through de vale o, 
 shadows. My heart sinks at times and feels just like a big lump of lead 
 Den it gits up in my throat and chokes me till de tears roH out of ray 
 eyes; den I take out dis curl of little Miss Eva s hair, and the siglsi 
 of it brings calm to my mind and I feels strong again. [Kisses tht 
 ntrl and puts it tn his breast takes out a silver dollar, which is SMS 
 pended around his neck fcy a string.] Dere s de bright silver dollar 
 dat Mas r George Shelby gave me the day I was sold away from old 
 Kentuck. and I ve kept it ever since. Mas r George must have grown 
 to be a man by this time. 1 wonder if I shall ever see him again. 
 
 SONG. "Old Polks at Home." 
 Enter LEOREB, EMMELINK, SAMBO and QUIMBO, L. a. 
 
 tjtg. Shut up, you black cuss ! Did you think I wanted any ji 
 ?our infernal howling 1 f Turns to EMMBLINE.J We re home. | EMMB 
 bis* shrinks from him. Tie takes hold of her ear ] You didn t evei 
 irear earrings 1 
 
 Kmme. [Trembling.] No, master. 
 
 Leg. Well I ll give you a pair, if you re a good girl. You eedn J 
 fee so frightened ; I don t mean to make you work very hani. Yon l 
 have fine times with me and live like a lady , onl" be a good girl. 
 
 Emme. My soul sickens as his eyt-s <;aze upon ms. His toncl 
 makes my very flesh creep. 
 
 Leg. [Twnu to Ton, and points to SAMBO and QDIMBO.J Ye set 
 what ye d get if ys d try to rur off These yer boys have been raised 
 t-n.b ri0aer* a*MJ thv H inwt a." soon chaw oiu> on v> -iji an 9
 
 7VCLI TOM S CABIS. 
 
 ifieit suj>i*Mh , *o iniud yourself. [To MMBUHB.J Corns, in 
 ron go in liere with me. 
 
 | Taking EMMKLI.NE 8 kand, and leading ktr toward* a. o I. 
 
 ISmme. [ Withdrawing \er hand, and shrinking back.] No. no 
 i mt work in the fields ; I don t want to be a lady. 
 
 T *g. Oh ! you re going to be contrary, are you 7 I ll oon lak< 
 that out of you 
 
 &mwie. K .ll me if you will. 
 
 L*g. Oh ! you vvant to be killed, do you 1 Now come here, ycii 
 
 ca, vou see I told you I didn t buy you jest for the common work 
 
 mean to promote you and make a driver of you, and to-night y 
 i. ay jest as well begin to get yer hand in. Now ye jest take this yei 
 (ii, and ftcg her , ye ve seen enough on t to know how 
 
 Tom. I beg mas rs pardon hopes mas r won t set me at that. lt 
 *hat 1 a nt used 10 i.ever did, and can t do no way possible. 
 
 Leg. YV11 larn a pretty smart chance of things ye never did know 
 before I ve done with ye. [Strikes TOM with whip, thrte blows. Mu 
 ic chord each blow.] There ! now will ye tell me ye can t do it 1 
 
 Tom. Yes, nuis r ! I m willing to work night and day, and work 
 .vhi.e there s life and breath in mo; but this yer thing I can t feel it 
 right to do, and, mas r, I never shall do it, never ! 
 
 Ley What ! ye black beast ! tell me ye don t think it right to rli 
 vvliat 1 tell ye! What have any of you cussed cattle to do will 
 ihinkiiiH what s right? I ll put a stop to it. Why, what do \ t 
 think ye are ] May be ye think yer a gentleman, master Tom, to bf 
 telling your master what s right and what a nt ! So you pretend it 
 wrong to flog the gal 1 
 
 Tom. I think so. mas r; twould be downright cruel, and it s what 
 1 never will do, mas r. If you mean to kill me, kill me , but a \>- 
 raising ray hand agin any one here. I never shall I ll die first! 
 
 Leg. Well, here s a pious dog at last, let down among us sinners 
 powerful holy critter he must be. Here, you rascal ! you make be 
 lieve to be so pious, didn t you never read out of your Bible, " Ser 
 vants, obey your masters!" An t I your master 1 Didn t I pa 
 twelve hundred dollars, cash, for all there is inside your cussed old 
 t>lack shell 1 An t you mine, body and soul 1 
 
 Tom. No.no! My soul a nt youn, mas r ; you haven t bought it 
 /e can t buy it it s been bought and paid for by one that is able U 
 keep it, and ye can t harm it ! 
 
 Leg. I can t 1 we ll see, we H see ! Here, Sambo ! Quimbo giv 
 ;jus dog such a breaking in as he won t get over this mouth ! 
 
 Smm*. Oh, ivo ! you will not be so cruel have some mercy ! 
 
 \Cl\ngs to TOM. 
 
 Lg Mercy 1 you won t find any in i!iN shop! A vay with th# 
 >lack cuss! Floa him within an inch of Ins lito 1 
 
 Vimc SAMBO and QOIMBO snze TOM and drag him up tagt 
 LKBSK seizes EMMKLINB, a-\d throws her round to a. H She folk 
 on her knees, with her hands lifted in supplication. LBOB^ 
 Mi*** 1 Aw whip, is if to strike TOM. Picture (Tlosed in
 
 M f.N. I,K TOM S CABIH. 
 
 SCENE IV. Plain Chamber 
 Sitter OPHELIA, followed by TOPST, L. . 
 
 Opk. A persoE inquiring for me, did you say, Topty 1 
 
 Top. Yes, missis. 
 
 Opk What kind of a looking man is he 1 
 
 fyf. By golly ! \\9fa very queer looking man, anyway ; and den to 
 *Jks so dre ful funny. What does you think 1 yah ! yah ! he waM 
 to lbite me as de woolly gal ! yah ! yah ! 
 
 Opk. Oh ! I understand. Some cute Yankee, who wants to pur 
 ia*e j on, to make a show of the heartless wretch ! 
 
 fop. Dat s just him, missis ; dat s just his name. He tole me da) 
 was Cute Mr. Cute Speculashum dat s him. 
 
 Oph. What did you say to him, Topsy ? 
 
 Top. Wall, I didn t say much, it was brief and to the point I tolt 
 aim I wouldn t leave you, Miss Feely, no how. 
 
 Opk. That s right, Topsy ; you know you are very comfortable 
 here you wouldn t fare quite so well if you went away among 
 Grangers. 
 
 Top. By golly ! I know dat ; you takes care on me, and makes me 
 stood. I don t steal any now, and I don t swar, and I don t danct 
 Breakdowns. Oh ! I isn t so wicked as I used to was. 
 
 Opk. That s right, Topsy ; now show the gentleman, or whate v *i 
 He is, up. 
 
 Top. By golly 1 guess he won t make much out of Miss Feely. 
 
 [Crosses to R., and exit R. 1 K. 
 
 Opk. I wonder who this person can be 1 Perhaps H is some old 
 acquaintance, who has heard of my arrival, and who comes on 
 social visit 
 
 Enter COTE, R. 1 K. 
 
 Cute. Aunt, how do ye do 1 Well, I swan, the sight of you is good 
 for weak eyes. [Offers his hand. 
 
 Oph. [Coldly drawing back.] Really, sir, I can t say that I evei 
 h#d the pleasure of seeing you before. 
 
 Cutt. Well, it s a fact that you never did. You see I never hap 
 pened to be in your neighborhood afore now. Of course yon v* 
 aeard of me 1 I m one <> the Cutes Gumption Cuto, the first and 
 ?r.ly son of Josiah and Maria Cute, of Oniontown, on the Onion riv** 
 - the north part of this ere State of Varmount. 
 
 Oph. Can t say I ever hetird the name before. 
 
 Outt Well then, I calculate your memory must be a little rickestj 
 m a relation of yours. 
 
 Cph. A relation of *nine! Why, I neve- heard of any Cotes in 001 
 amlly. 
 
 Cute Well, I shouldn t wonder if you never did. Don t yoo re 
 comber your niece, Mary 1 
 
 Opk. Of co-irse I do. What a shiftless question ! 
 
 Vutt. Well, you see my second cousin, Abijah Blake, married b* 
 10 voo e(> viiat makes me a relation of vourB.
 
 PftRLB TOM S CABIB. M 
 
 OpA. Rather a distaut ono, 1 should say. 
 
 C"u<. By chowder ! I m near enough, just at prefect. 
 
 Oph. Well, you certainly are a sort of connection of rain* 
 
 Cute. Yes, kind of sort of. 
 
 Oph. And of coarse you are welcome to my house, u ioug M to* 
 :hoose to make it your home. 
 
 Cute. By chowder ! I m booked for the next six month* t,hw am 
 bad speculation. 
 
 Oph. I hope you left all your folks well at home 1 
 
 Cute. Well, yes, they re pretty comfortably disposed of Path* 
 ad mother s dead, and Uncle Josh has gone to California. I am th* 
 .nly representative af the Cutes left. 
 
 Oph. There doesn t seem to be a great deal of you left. I declare 
 fou are positively in rags. 
 
 Cute. Well, you see, the fact is, I ve been s[>culatir)g trying u 
 s*pt bank-notes specie-rags, as they say but I calculate I ve turned 
 out rags of another sort. 
 
 Oph. I m sorry for your ill luck, but 1 am afraid you have beer 
 riiftless. 
 
 Cute. By chowder ! I ve done all that a fellow could do. You see 
 -niipliow, everything I take hold of kind of bursts up. 
 
 Oph. Well, well, perhaps you ll do better for the future ; inakt 
 yourself at home. I have got to see to some household matters, &> 
 excuse me for a short time. [Afide.] Impudent and shiftless. 
 
 [Erit u 1 B 
 
 Cute. By chowde: ! I rather guess that this speculation will hitch 
 She s a good-natured old critter; I reckon I ll be a son to her whil 
 the lives, and take care of her valuables arter she s a defunct de- 
 farted. I wonder if they keep the vittles in this ere room 7 Ones* 
 ml. I ve got extensive accommodations for all sorts of eatables 
 I m a regular vacuum, throughout pockets and all. I m chuck 
 lull of emptiness. [Looks out, K. H.] Holloa ! who s this elder } 
 individual corning up stairs 1 He looks like a compound essence o. 
 iturch and dignity. I wonder if he isn t another relation of uiin* 
 f -,/hould like a rich old fellow now for an uncle. 
 
 Enter DBACOI PRRBT, E. 1 B. 
 
 Dea. Ha a straner here 
 
 Cute. How d ye do 1 
 
 Dea. You are a friend to Miss Ophelia, I presume 
 
 Cute. Well. I rather calculate that I am a leetlemore thi i a frteno. 
 
 Dea. [Aside.] Bless me! what can he mean by those tmsteriou 
 
 rords 7 Can he be her no I don t think he can. She laid *b 
 
 asn t well, at all events, it s very suspicious. 
 
 Cute The old fellow seems kind of stuck up. 
 
 D*a. You are & particular friend to Miss Ophelia, yon say ? 
 
 O*te Well, I calculate I am. 
 
 t>a fiound to her by any tender tie 1 
 
 CV. Jt i something more than a tie it s a regular donhla-twiMM 1
 
 W DHOLE TOM 8 OABIK. 
 
 D*a. Ah 1 Just a* 1 suspected. \_And*. \ Might 1 inquire the n*inn 
 * that HP ? 
 
 Cut*. Well, it the natural tie of relationship 
 
 Dta. A relation what relation \ 
 
 Cute. Why, you see, my second cousin, Abijah Blake, married b* 
 iioce, Mary. 
 
 Dea. Oh ! is that all ? 
 
 Cute. By chowder, ain t that enough 1 
 
 Dea. Then you are not her husband ? 
 
 Cute. To be sure I ain t. What put that ere idee into youi cranium : 
 
 Dea. [Shaking him vigorously by the \and.^ My dear sir, I m d 
 lighted to see you. 
 
 Cute. Holloa ! you ai nt going slightly insane, are you 1 
 
 Dea. No, no fear or that ; I m only happy, that s all. 
 
 Cute. I wonder if he s been taking a nipper? 
 
 Dea. As you are a relation of Miss Ophelia s, I think it pro t ei 
 ihat I should make you my confidant.; in fact, let you into a littlv 
 scheme that 1 have lately conceived. 
 
 Outt. Is it a speculation ] 
 
 Dea. Well, it is, just at present ; but I trust before many hours u 
 make it a surety. 
 
 CuU. By chowder ! I hope it wop t serve you the way my sjiecu 
 lations have served me. But fire away, old boy, and give us the pro^ 
 ipectus. 
 
 Dea. Well, then, my young friend, I have been thinking, ever sine* 
 Miss Ophelia returned to Vermont, that she was just the person U 
 fill the place of my lamented Molly. 
 
 Cute Say, you, you couldn t tea us who your lamented Molly wag 
 -ionic! you 1 
 
 Dea. Why, the late Mrs. Perry, to be sure. 
 
 Cute. Oh ! then the lamented Polly was your wife 1 
 
 Dea. She was. 
 
 Cute. And now yon wish to marry Miss Ophelia 1 
 
 Dea. Exactly. 
 
 Cute. [Aside.] Consarn this old porpoise ! if I let him do that lie I 
 Jew me out of my living. By chowder t I ll put a spoke in his wheel 
 
 Dea. Well, what do yon say 1 will you intercede for me with yuu 
 MDfcl 
 
 Cute. No ! bust me up if I do I 
 
 Dea. No? 
 
 Cute. No, I tell you. I forbid the bans. Now, ain t you a part, 
 individual, to talk about getting married, you old superannu ttec 
 Methuselah specimen of humanity ! Why, you ve got one foot it 
 otarnity already, and t other ain t fit to stand on. Oo home and go U 
 bed ! have your head shaved, and send for a lawyer to make you? 
 will, leave your property to your heirs if you hain t got any, whj 
 leave it to me I ll take care of it, and charge nothing for the Iron 
 ble. 
 
 Dea. Really, sir, this language to one of my standing, is highly in 
 decorous it s more, sir, than I feol willing to endure, air. I sha! 
 an explanation, .7
 
 -MOM! TOM 8 CABIII M 
 
 New, you see, old gouty toes, you re Vwiug your U,u t r. 
 
 Dta. Sir, I m a deacon ; I never lost my tempe- in all my life, sii 
 
 Cute. Now, you see, yon re getting excited; you had better go 
 ire can t have a disturbance here i 
 
 Dta No, .sir! I shall not go, sir 1 shall not, go antil 1 have sett 
 Miss Ophelia. I wish to know if she will countenance this insult 
 
 Cute. Now keep cool, old stick in the-tiud ! Draw it mild, old 
 ^nber-toes ! 
 
 Ota Damn it all, sir, what 
 
 Cute. Oh ! only thi .k. now, what would people say to hear a deft- 
 .)u swearing like a trooper? 
 
 Vea. Sir 1 yon this is too much, sir. 
 
 Cute. Well, now, I calculate that s just about my opinion, so we 11 
 idve no more of it. Get out of this ! start your boots, or by chow- 
 lar! I ll pilch you from one eend of the stairs to the other 
 
 Enter OPHELIA, L. a. 
 
 Oph. \Crvtving to c.j Hoity toity What s the meaning of ali 
 these loiid words. 
 
 Jute, i , rr, i \ Well, you see, Aunt 
 
 r> :- \Toqether. < ... A i i- t i 
 Dta.. ) l y i Miss Ophelia, I beg 
 
 Cute. Now, look here, you just hush your yap! How can I fix ui 
 natters if you keep jabbering 1 
 
 Oph. Silence fur shame, Mr. Cute. Is that the way you spea* u 
 the deacob ? 
 
 Cute. Darn the deacon! 
 
 (-(fA. Deacon Perry, what is all this 1 
 
 Ifea. Madam, a few words will explain everything. Hearing froac 
 this person that he was your nephew, I ventured to leil him thut 
 cherished hopes f making you my wife, whereupon he dew into : 
 violent passion, and ordered me out of the house. 
 
 Oph, Does this house belong to you or me, Mr. Cute i 
 
 Cute. Well, to you, I reckon. 
 
 Oph. Then how dare you give orders in it ? 
 
 Cute. Well, 1 calculated that you wouldn t care about marrying olo 
 half a century there. 
 
 Oph. That s enough , I will marry him , and as for you, (jP6>tn> 
 *. H.J get out. 
 
 Cmte. Get out 1 
 
 Oph. Yes ; the sooner the better. 
 
 Cute. Darned if I do ) t serve him out first though. 
 lf-uj\c. CDTB makes a dash at DEACOM, who gett behind OPHKT. > 
 
 TOPHT enters, R. H., vnth a broom and beats CUTB around stayt. 
 
 U* in DKACOM S arms. CDTB fall, and TOWT butt 
 k* l\*q over him. Quick drop. 
 
 8MD or AC* V.
 
 0HCLB TOM S CAM* 
 
 ACT VI. 
 SCENE 1 -Dark Landtcapt.An old, rooflet$ Shed, tot. 
 
 Foil u dtse vered in Shed, lying on tome old cotton bagging 
 kneels by his side, holding a cup to his lipi. 
 
 Catty. Drink all ye want. I knew how it would be. It isn t the 
 irst t tue I ve been out, in tlie night, carrying water to such as you. 
 
 Tom. \Returmng cup.] Thank you, missis. 
 
 Gas. Uon t call rue missis. I m a miserable slave like yourself a 
 lower one than you can ever be ! It s no use, my poor fellow, thil 
 you ve been trying to do. You were a brave fellow. You had the 
 right on your side ; but it s all in vain far you to struggle. You are 
 in the Devil s hands : he is the strongest, and you must give up. 
 
 Tom. Oh ! how can I give up 1 
 
 Cat. You see you don t know anything about it ; 1 do. Here yoc 
 are, on a lone plantation, ten miles from any other, in the swamps 
 not a white person here who could testify, if you were burned alive. 
 There s no law here that can do you, or any of us, the leas\, jjod ; 
 ind this man ! there s no earthly thing that he is not bad enough to 
 do. I could make one s hair rise, and their teeth chatter, if I should 
 only tell what I ve seen and been knowing to here; and it s no us* 
 resisting 1 Did I want to live with him ? Wasn t I a woman deli 
 cately bred ? and he ! Father in Heaven ! what was he and is he 1 
 A.nd yet I ve lived with him these five years, and cursed every 
 Moment <>f my lite, night and day. 
 
 Tom. Oh heavei: ! have you quite forgot us poor critters 7 
 
 Cat. And what are these miserable low dogs you work with, tha 
 fou should suffer on their account 1 Every one of them would tun 
 igainst you the tirst lime they get a chance. They are all of tbim ai 
 ow and cruel to each other as they can be ; there s no use i,. /our 
 mffering to keep from hurting them 1 
 
 Tom. What made em cruel ? If I give out I shall get used to it 
 and giow, little by little, just like em. No, no, Missis, I ve lost 
 everything, wife, and childien, and kome, and a kind master, and lu 
 would have set me free if he d only lived a day longer I ve loi 
 Bverything in tkis world, and now I can t lose heaven, too . i >, I 
 can t get to be wicked besides all. 
 
 Cat. But it can t be that He will lay sic to our account ; he w A i 
 cLarge it to us when we are forced to it ; he ll charge it to them that 
 drove us to it. Can I do anything more for you f Shall I give you 
 ourae more water ? 
 
 Tom Oh missis I I wish you d go to Him who can give you Uvtuj 
 raters > 
 
 OH. Go to him ! Wbr* w b- Vho U he 1
 
 OHOLB TOM S CABIS 
 
 fom Our Ueavenly Father ! 
 
 Ca I used to see the picture of him, ow the altar, hon I WM 
 tirl bat A< *5i* < tore/ there s nothing here but sin, and long, long 
 despair There, thstre, don t talk any more, my poor fellow. Try U: 
 ileep, if you can. I must hasten back, lest my absence be noted 
 Think cf iffie when I aiu gone. Uncle Tom, and pray, pray for me. 
 Muau. Exit CASBT, L. n. K. TOM sinks back tc ibif 
 
 SCENE II. Street %n New Orleans. 
 Enter GEORUB SIIKLBT, R. 1 B. 
 
 Geofgt At length my mission of mercy is nearly finished , 1 hT 
 Cached my journey s end. I have now bat to find the house of Mr 
 gt. Clare, re-purchase old Uncle Tom, and convey him back to hii 
 wife and children in old Kentucky. Some one approaches ; he may 
 perhaps be able to give me the information 1 require. I will accoT 
 
 dm. 
 
 Enter MARKS, L. 1 B. 
 
 Pray, sir, can you tell me where Mr. St. Clare dwells. 
 
 Marki. Where I don t think you ll be in a hurry to seek him 
 
 Oeo. And where is that 1 
 
 Mark*. In the grave ! ( Crostet to a. 
 
 Geo. Stay, sir ! you may be able to give me some information coi. 
 aeniing Mr. St. Clare. 
 
 Marks. I beg pardon, sir, I am a lawyer ; I can t afford to y*> 
 icything. 
 
 Oeo. But yon would nave no objections to selling it 1 
 
 Marks. Not the slightest. 
 
 Geo. What do you value it at 7 
 
 Marks. Well, say five dollars, that s reasonable. 
 
 Oeo. There they are. \Ovcet womy.j Now answer m tc the beat 
 of your ability. Has the death of St. Clare caused hJs slates bo W 
 wldl 
 
 jfar/u. It has. 
 
 Oeo. How were they sold 1 
 
 Marks. At auction they went dirt cheap. 
 
 Geo. How were they bought all it one lot 1 
 
 Marks. No, they went to different bidders. 
 
 7*0. Was you present at the sale 1 
 
 Marks. I was. 
 
 Oeo. Do yon remember seeing a negro among them ailed Y<M* 
 
 Marks. What, Uncle Tom 1 
 
 0*0. The same who bought him 1 
 
 Marks. A Mr. Legree. 
 
 Geo. Where is his plantation 1 
 
 Maria. Up in Louisiana, oc the Bed river , but a man oever <xU 
 led it, unless he had been there before. 
 
 (rto. Who could I get to direct me there 1 
 
 fork:. W *H ttranger, I don t know of any one JM ai ureswnt
 
 VWCLB TOM S CABIN 
 
 iny self, could flud it for you; it s such an 01 -oMhe-wv u>s 
 ; and if you are a mind to come down handsomely, wh; . I ! 
 to it. 
 
 O^o. The reward shall be ample. 
 
 Marks. Ei ongh said, stranger; lot s take the steamboat at OL-* 
 
 [Exeunt a 1 8 
 
 SCENE III. A Rough Cnambei 
 Enter LBQRBE, L. H. Sits. 
 
 Leg. Plague on thai Sambo, to kick up this yer row between \. 
 ud the new hands. 
 
 CASST steals on L. H., and stands behind him. 
 
 The fellow won t be fit to work for a week now, right in the pres* 
 )f the season. 
 
 Cat. [R.J Yes, just like you. 
 
 Leg. |L.] Hah! you she-devil ! you ve come back, have you 1 
 
 [Aunt. 
 
 Cas. Yes. I have; come to have my own vvay, too. 
 
 Leg. You lie, you jade ! I ll be up to my word. Either behave 
 /ourself, or stay down in the quarters and fare and work with th 
 rest. 
 
 Cat. I d rather, ten thousand times, live in the dirtiest hole at th 
 Barters, than be under your hoof! 
 
 Leg. But you are under my hoof, for all that, that s one comfort ; 
 w sit down here and listen to reason. [Graspt her wrist. 
 
 Cat. Siiion Legree, take care ! f LBOBEK let s go his hold.] You re 
 afraid of ma, Simon, and you ve reason to be ; for I ve got the Dev 
 in me ! 
 
 Ltg. I believe to my soul you have. After all, Cassy, why can t 
 you be friends with me, as you used to 1 
 
 Cat. [Bitterly.] Used to! 
 
 Ltg. I wish, Gassy, you d behave yourself decently. 
 
 Cas. You talk about behaving decently ! and what have you been 
 doing 1 You haven t even sense enough to keep from spoiling one ol 
 pour best hands, right in the most pressing season, just for your dev 
 ilish temper 
 
 Leg. 1 was a fool, it s fact, to let aiay such brangle come np, JB 
 when Tom set up his will he had to be broke in. 
 
 Cas. You ll never break him in. 
 
 Leg. Won t 1 1 I d like to know if I won t 1 He .1 be the flr* 
 Digger that ever come it round me ! I ll break every boi e in hii bod; 
 but he shall give up. 
 
 Enter SAMBO, L. H. , with a paper tn htt hand, ttandt bowing 
 
 Leg- What s that, you dog 1 
 
 Sam. It s a witch thing, mas r. 
 
 Leg. A what 1 ? 
 
 8am. SometHno that niggers gits from witcheg. Kee? em tnn
 
 nuriF TOM** CABIR. ft* 
 
 *i.iiK wiitm il.ey k floggeii. He had u *ied roaud his Leek fflU t 
 black string. 
 
 LKGREE takes the paper and opens it. A tilrer dollar drops on th 
 ft age and a long curl of light hair twines around his finger 
 
 Jjtif Damnation. \Siamptng and writhing, as if the hair burnec 
 Vim.] Where did this come from? Take it off! burn i<i up ! burn i 
 tp i [Throws tht curl away.] What did you bring it to me for 7 
 
 Sam [Trembling.] I beg pardon, mas r ; I thought you would lik. 
 <v see uiu 
 
 Leg. Don i yuu bring me any more of your devilish thing* 
 Shakes ktsfat at .SAMBO who runs off L H. LsaaBl kicks the dol 
 W after him.] Blast it ! where did lie get that ] If it didn t look 
 ;ust like whoo 1 iliought I d forgot that. Curse me if I think 
 there s any such tiling as forgetting anything, any how. 
 
 Cas. What is the matter with you Legree 1 What is there in f. 
 simple curl of fair hair to appall a man like you you who are fa 
 rniliar with every form of cruelty. 
 
 I eg. Gassy, to nighi the past has been recalled to me the paat 
 that I have so long and vainly striven to forget. 
 
 Cst. Has aught on this earth power to move a soul like thine 1 
 Leg Yes, for hard and reprobate as I now seem, there has been 
 a time when I have been rocked on the bwsom of a mother, cradled 
 with prayers and pious hymns, my now seared brow bedewed with 
 the waters of holy baptism. 
 
 Cas. {Aside.} What sweet memories of childhood can thus soften 
 lown that heart of iron 1 
 
 Leg. In early childhood a fair-haired woman has led me, at th* 
 oand of Sabbath bells, to worship and to pray. Born of a hard- 
 tempered sire, on whom that gentle woman had wasted a world o( 
 unvalued love, I followed in the steps of my father. Boisterous, un 
 ruly and tyrannical, 1 despised all her counsel, and would have none 
 of her reproof, and, at an early age, broke from her to seek my for 
 tunes on the sea. I never came home but once after that ; and then 
 rny mother, with the yearning of a heart that must love something, 
 nd had nothing else to love, clung to me, and s. Tight with passion- 
 ite prayers and sntreities io win me from a life ol sin. 
 
 Can. That was jour daj of grace, Legree ; then gofd angels called 
 ;o-u, acid mercy h*ld you by the hand. 
 
 Leg. My heart inly relented ; there was a conflict, but sic go^ th* 
 nctory, ar.d I set all the foica of my rough nature against the con 
 /ictioi. of my conscience. I drank and swore, was wilder and mort 
 Brutal Uian ever. And one night, when my mother, in the last agonj 
 >f her despair, knelt at my feet, I spurned her from me, threw he? 
 Miiwless on the flooi, and with brutal curses fled to my ship. 
 Cas. Thn the fiend took thee for his own. 
 
 Leg. The next I heard of my mother was one night while 1 wa* 
 carousing among drunken companions. A leter was put ia my 
 *\ands. 1 opened it, and a lock of long, curling hair fell from it, and 
 win<l about HIV tinker* e\ci\ n that lock twined but n-w Th
 
 86 CWCLI TOM 8 CABIH 
 
 tetter told me .hat my mother was dead, and thai dy ... 4 she k>. n 
 forgav me ! [Buries his fare in it* hand*. 
 
 Caa. Why did you not even then renounce your evil ways i< 
 
 Leg. There is a dread, unhallowed necromancy of evil, that turn* 
 things sweetest and holiest to phantoms of honor and afriiiht. Thai 
 pale, loving mother, her dying prayers, her forgiving love. wrought 
 :-n my demoniac heart of sin only as a damning sentence, bringing 
 vith it a fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indication. 
 
 Caa. And yet you would not strive to avert the doom that threat 
 seed you. 
 
 Leg. I burned the lock of hair and I burned the letter , and whei 
 i saw them hissing arid crackling in the flame, inly shuddered as I 
 ihought of everlasting fires ! I tried to drink and revel, and swear away 
 the memory ; bat often in the deep night, whose solemn stillness ar 
 raigns the soul in forced communion with itself, I have seen that pale 
 mother rising by my bed-side, and felt the soft twining of that haii 
 around my fingers, till the cold sweat would roll down my face, and 
 [ would spring from my bed in horror horror ! [Falls tn chair 
 After a pause. ] What the devil ails me 1 Large drops of sweat stand 
 on my forehead, and my heart beats heavy and thick with fear I 
 thought I saw something white rising and glimmering in the gloom 
 before me., and it seemed to bear my mother s face ! I know om 
 thing; I ll let that fellow Tom alone, after this. What did 1 wain 
 with his cussd paper I believe I am bewitched sure enough ! I ve 
 been shivering and sweating ever since Where did he get that h;iir 1 
 It couldn t have been that ! I burn d that up, I know I did It 
 * uid be a joke if hair could rise from the dead ! I ll have Sambo 
 tnd Quimbo up here to sing and dance one of their dances, and keep 
 jff these horrid notions. Here, Sambo ! Quimbo 1 [Exit L. 1 K. 
 
 Cot. Yes, Legree, that golden tress was charmed ; each hair had in 
 it a spell of terror and remorse for thee, and was used by a mightier 
 power to bind thy cruel hands from inflicting uttermost evil on the 
 Helpless ! [Exit H. i 
 
 SCENE IV. Street. 
 
 Sitter MASKS a 1 ., meeting CCTTB, w ho enter* L. 1 R. tressed tn w 
 old faded uniform. 
 
 Mark*. By the land, stranger, but it strikes me that I vt se/.-c yot 
 ">mewhere before. 
 
 Cute. By chowder ! do you know now that s just what i was 
 . say 1 
 
 Marks. Isn t your name Cute 1 
 
 Cute. You re right ; I calculate. Yonrs is Marks. I reckon 
 
 Marks. Just so. 
 
 fate. Well, I swow, I m glad if see you [ They shake koe* 
 Uows your wholesome 1 
 
 Marks Hearty as ever. Well, who would hav*> thought at 
 wring you again. Why. J tbought vou wa in Wi-uoni ?
 
 , ?:,. TOM ft CABIN 
 
 (Jute Well, NO . was. You see 1 weui there atier thai rich rla iioi 
 A ini-rie but the speculation didn t turn out well 
 
 Marks. How so"? 
 
 Cute. Why, you s-.ee, she took a shine to an old feilow Deac< i 
 Abraham Perry and married him. 
 
 Marks Oh. that rather put your nose out of joir.t in that quaite 
 
 Cute. Busted me right up, I tell you. The Deacon did the hare 
 *ome thing though, he said if I would leave the neighborhood and ? 
 >ut South again, he d stand the damage. I calculate I didn t g?> 
 aim much time to change his mind, and so, you see, here 1 am aga-i 
 
 Marks. What are you doing in thai, soldier rig 1 
 
 Cute. Oh, this is my sijjn. 
 
 Marks. Your sign 
 
 Cute Yes ; you see. I m engaged just at present in an all-flred goo- 
 speculation, I m a Fillibusterow. 
 
 Marks. A what 1 
 
 Cute A Fillihusterow Don t you know what that is 1 It s Spa 
 niah tor Cuban Volunteer, and means a chap that goes the whol 
 porker tor glory ati<l all that en- sort of thing, 
 
 Marks Oh you ve joined the order of the Lone Star 
 
 Cute- You ve hit it. You see I bought this uniform at a second 
 hand clothing store, I puts it on and goes to a benevolent individua 
 tud I s;iys to him, appealing to his feelings, I m one of the fellow 
 that went to Cuba and got massacred by frfae bloody Spaniards. I t 
 in a destitute condition give me a trifle to pay my passage back, 8 
 
 can whop the tyrannical cusses and avenge my brave fellow soger 
 vhat got slewed there. 
 
 Marks. How pathetic 
 
 Cute. 1 tell you it works up the feelings of benevolent individual* 
 Iread fully. It draws tears from their eyes and money from theh 
 pockets. By chowder! one old chap gave me a hundred dollar* t< 
 help on tho cause. 
 
 Marks. I admire a genius like yours. 
 
 Cute. But I say, what are you up to T 
 
 Marks. I am the traveling companion of a young gentleman u> .,., 
 tame of Shelby, who is going to the plantation of a Mr. Legree 01 
 ihe Red River, to buy at old darkey who used to belong to hit 
 iather. 
 
 Cute. Legree Legree t Well, now, I calculate I ve heard tht 
 re name afore. 
 
 Marks. Do you remember that man who drew a bowi< knife op yci 
 In New Orleans. 
 
 Cute. By chowder ! I remember the circumstance just as wll a 
 if it was yesterday ; but I can t say that I recollect much about tl* 
 man, for you see I was in something of a hurry about that tim * 
 i dn t stop to take a good look at him. 
 
 Marks. Well, that man was this same Mr. Legree. 
 
 Cut*. Do VGU know, now, I should like to pay that crittw off 
 
 Mark*. Then I ll give you an opportunity, 
 b^wde^- how will you <io that 1
 
 CVCLB TOM > 
 
 Marks. D jrn remember the gentleman that interfered betweet 
 ?on and Legree "? 
 
 Out* Yes well! 
 
 Marki,. He received the blow that was intended for you, \\ d died 
 rom the effects of it. So, you see, Legree is a murderer, and w 
 r only witnesses of the deed. His life is in our hands. 
 
 Cute. Let s have him right up and make him dance on nothing tc 
 .be tune of Yankee Doodle . 
 
 Marks. Stop a bit. Don t you see a chance for a profitable 
 ioecnlation 1 
 
 Oute. A speculation ! Fire away, don t be bashful, I m the man 
 y.f a speculation. 
 
 Marks. 1 have made a dej ositiot, to the Governor of the state ot 
 ill the particulars of that affa>r at Orleans. 
 
 Ouit. What did you do that forl 
 
 Marks. To get a warrant for his arrest. 
 
 Cute. Oh ! and have you got it 1 
 
 Marks. Yes ; here it is. f Takes out paper. 
 
 Cute. Well, now, I don t see how you are going to make an) thing 
 <y that bit of paper 1 
 
 Marks. But I do. I shall say to Legree, 1 have got a warrant 
 against you for murder ; my friend, Mr. Cute, and myself are the 
 only witnesses who can appear against you. Give us a thousand dol 
 lars, and we will tear the warrant and be silent. 
 
 Cute. Then Mr. Legree forks over a thousand dollars, and yo 
 friend Cute pockets five hundred of it, is that the calculation 1 
 
 Marks. If you will join me in tne undertaking. 
 
 Cute. I ll do it, by chowder ! 
 
 Marks. Your hand to bind the bargain. 
 
 Cute. I ll stick by you thro thick and thin 
 
 Marks. Enough said. 
 
 Cute. Then shake. [They shake handt- 
 
 Marks. But I say, Cute, he may be contrary and show fight. 
 
 Cv&e. Never mind, we ve got the law on our side, and we re bound 
 U> stir him up. If hie don t c~me down handsomely we ll present him 
 with a neck-tie made of hemp ! 
 
 Marks. I declare you re getting spunky. 
 
 Oute. Well, I reckon, I am. Let s go and have something to dritk. 
 fell yon what, Marks, if we don t get him, we ll have his hide, by 
 howder ! [Exeunt, arm in arm, B. 1 B. 
 
 SCENE V. Sough Chamber. 
 
 Enter LRQKEK, folkmtd by SAMBO, L. H. 
 
 Leg. Qo and send Gassy to me 
 
 Sam. Yes mas r. (Rztt B. v. K. 
 
 i^eg. Curse the woman she s got a temper worse than the dvil 
 1 *hat) do her in injury one of thns! days, if she inn t careful
 
 ITWOLB Toll s CABT* M 
 
 Re-enter SAMBO, B. D. 8., fr\ghttned. 
 
 at s I lie matter with, you black scoundrel ? 
 
 Sam. S belp me mas r, she isn t dare. 
 
 Leg. I suppose she s about the house somewhere ? 
 
 Sam. No, she isn t, mas r ; I s been alt over de house x>a I san 
 9nd nothing of her nor Emmeline. 
 
 Leg. Bolted, by t.ie Lord ! Call out the dogs ! saddle my I orsfc 
 Hop ! are you sure they rea ly bave gone? 
 
 Sam. Yes, mas r; I s been in every room cept the haunted garre; 
 tnd dey wouldn t s^o dere. 
 
 Leg. I have it ! Now, Sambo, you jest go and walk that Tom uj. 
 here, right away ! [ Exit SAMBO, L. D E. The old cuss is at the 
 bottom of this yer whole matter; and I ll have it out of his infernal 
 black hide, or I ll know the reason why t I hate him 1 hate him! 
 And isn t he mine? Can t I do what I like with, him 11 Who s U 
 hinder, I wonder f 
 
 TOM if dragged on by SAMBO and QCIMBO, L. u. E 
 
 Leg. [Grimly confronting TOM.] Well, Tom. do you know 1 vt 
 made up my mind to kill you? 
 
 Tom. It s very likely, Mas r. 
 
 Leg. I have done just that thing, Tom, unless you ll tell me 
 *hat do you know about these yer gals? [ToMw silent \ D ye hear* 
 ipeak ! 
 
 Turn. I han t got anything to tell, mas r. 
 
 Leg. Do you dare to tell me, you old black rascal, you don t know 1 
 *>penk ! Do you know anything "i 
 
 Tom. I know, mas r ; but I can t tell anything. I can die t 
 
 Leg. Hark ye, Tom ! ye think, cause I have let you off before, 1 
 don t mean what I say ; but, this time, I have made up my mind, anci 
 counted the cosi. You ve always stood it out agin me ; now, I D 
 tonquer ye or kill ye I one or t other. I ll count every drop of blood 
 there is in you, and take em, one by one, till ye give up 1 
 
 Tom. Mas r, if you was sick, or in trouble, or dying, <md I could 
 save. I d give you my heart s blood ; aud, if taking every drop of bloo 
 in this poor old body would save yoar precious soul, I d give ! eni 
 freely. Do the worst you can, my troubles will be over pon ; but if 
 you don t repent yours won t nev T end. 
 
 [ LKOREK strikes TOM down with tin bull of hit v iif- 
 
 Leg. How do you like that ? 
 
 Sam He s most gone, mas r 1 
 
 Tom [Rises feebly on his hands.} There an t no more you cao d 
 I forgive you with all my soul. 
 
 [5infa back, and is tarried off B. c. K. by SAMBO and QUIMR. 
 
 Leg. I believe he s done for finally. Well, his mouth is shut or t 
 last that s one comfort. 
 
 f-. "ttr GKOROK SHELBY, MARKS and CUTK, L i B 
 Strangers! Well what do you want? 
 
 Qeo. I understand that you bought in New Orleans a negr> 
 tamed Tom
 
 40 PNOLK TOM " CABTR 
 
 Leg Yes, 1 did buy such a tellow, and a devil ot a bar ftl& 1 
 if it, too ! 1 believe ht> s trying to die. but I don t know as he ll 
 t out. 
 
 jto. Where it< he t Lot me nee him 1 
 
 *i. Dere he is ! [Points to TOM, a. r R. 
 
 Lag. Itew dare you speak? 
 
 ^ Drive* SAKBO and QCIXBO off L. c. K. GKOUOK /*, R o * 
 
 t ww, Now s the time to nab him. 
 
 Mi- is. Huvv are you, Mr. Legret ? 
 
 I,fy, What tbe denl brought you here ? 
 
 Ma . This little bit of paper. I arrest, you for the murder *>! 
 dr. Si. Clare. \Vh;it do you .*ay lo that? 
 
 Leq- This in my answer! [J/ae* a blow at MAKES, who dodge*, CMM 
 >UTK Ttcews the blow fie cries out and runs off, L. H. MARKS fire* 
 *t LKGRKK, <md follows GUTE.] 1 ain hit ! the game s up ! [Fails dad 
 Ji IMBO and SAMBO reii*rn and carry him off Laughing.} 
 
 iKoROB SHKLBY erUeri, supporting l JM. Music. They advance to front 
 and TOM falls, c. 
 
 Ueo. Oh ! dear Uncle Tom ! do wake do speak once more ! look 
 up! Here s Master George your own little Master George. Don t 
 ou kuow me. 
 
 Torn. [Opening his eyes and speaking in a feeble tone.] Mas r George ! 
 Siena de Lord ! it s all 1 wanted ! They hav n t forgot me ! It warm* 
 day woui ; it does my old heart good! Now I shall die content! 
 
 (fei . You shan t die ! you mustn t die, nor think of it. I have 
 ^ome to buy you, and take you home. 
 
 Ton. Oh, Mas r George, you re too late. The Lord has bought me, 
 iud is going to take me home. 
 
 Creo. Oh ! don t die. It will kill me it will break my heart tc 
 ihink what you have sufl erred poor, poor fellow ! 
 
 Ton. Don t call me, poor fenow; i fiavt been poor fellow; but 
 that s all pai and gone now. I m right in the door, going iuU 
 glory ! Oh, Mas r George ! Heaven has come t I ve got the victory 
 &e Lord has given it to me Glory be to his name ! [Diet. 
 
 muiit. GEOROB covers UNCLE TOM with his cloak, and 
 over lum. Clouds work on and conceal them, and then work of. 
 
 VII. (forgeoui cloud*, tinted with sunlight EVA, robed t* 
 vktie, it discovered on the back of a milk-white dore. with acpandtj 
 nngt, AS if just soaring upward. Her hand* are ex-tended in b&mdtttiGa 
 cr CLARK and UX.JLK Ton who are tcufimg and ganng itf to htr 
 ifttute. Slow curtain.
 
 PIGTAILS 
 
 Comedy. 3 acts. By Wilbur Braun. 4 males, 8 
 females. Interior. Modern costumes. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Sydney Campbell live in a small town near 
 a smart summer resort with their two grown daughters, 
 Annabelle and Florabelle, and their son Kenyon, a would be 
 song writer. Mr. Campbell s closest pal, a man named 
 Brooks, dies and leaves a daughter nicknamed Pigtails on a 
 ranch in Montana. Mr. Campbell invites Pigtails to come 
 East and make her home with his family. When Pigtails 
 arrives, Mrs. Campbell is horrified, but Pigtails remains. 
 When Mr. CampbeH s business burns to the ground and he 
 discovers that his insurance policy has lapsed and that he 
 is ruined financially, it is Pigtails who steps in to help. But 
 in spite of our heroine s efforts to establish Mr. Campbell 
 in business again she flops dismally. Just before the final 
 curtain good luck crowns her efforts unexpectedly and in a 
 series of screamingly funny episodes she manages to put 
 her benefactor back on his feet and is started on the road 
 to fame herself. 
 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents. 
 
 LAUGHING GAS 
 
 Farce. 3 acts. By Charles D. Whitman. 4 males, 
 7 females. Interior. Modern costumes. 
 
 Penny and Vivian Whitman decide to spend their sum 
 mer vacation in New York with Aunt Amy as chaperon. In 
 Greenwich Village they become involved in a fantastically 
 funny plot. The girls meet Mrs. Merlino, the Italian land 
 lady ; Olga, a Swedish maid ; Chris Wynn, a mystery story 
 writer ; Paul Van Doren, a radio actor ; Flavia Winter- 
 spear, a surrealist poet ; Kitty Doe, a Broadway chorus 
 girl ; and others. But hardly any of these people are what 
 they appear to be at first sight ! Some of them and the 
 audience is never quite sure which are members of a no 
 torious gang of jewel thieves who have purloined the 
 famous Bauer necklace and hidden it in the apartment 
 which the girls unknowingly rent. In two hours occur, 
 among other things, the following : the girls make a most 
 amazing discovery in their clothes closet; Aunt Amy loses 
 her voice ; Penny vanishes ; Flavia composes several "sur 
 realistic" poems ; the necklace appears and disappears 
 again and finally, the case is solved. 
 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents.
 
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 HOOK. LINE AND SINKER! 
 
 Farce. 3 acts. By Edith Loring. 4 males, 6 females. 
 Interior. Modern costumes. 
 
 What a real treat it is to relax and thoroughly enjoy 
 yourself for an entire evening. Briefly, the plot concerns 
 one Harvey Hook, a young chap who is running an inn at a 
 summer resort. Pretty and vivacious Angel Benedict reg 
 isters at the inn and spreads the story that she is engaged to 
 Harvey. What she doesn t know is that since she last saw 
 him Harvey has met and proposed to lovely and charming 
 Cherry Raynard. When Angel tells Harvey that she is 
 ready to resume her engagement to him he tells her that he 
 is going to marry Cherry Raynard. Angel is furious and 
 decides to be revenged on Harvey so that when Cherry and 
 her very suspicious Aunt Amelia appear at the inn, Angel 
 gives Aunt Amelia plenty of information about Harvey, 
 and all of it is bad. Further complications ensue when the 
 boy whom Cherry was recently engaged to comes to the inn 
 unexpectedly. The scene in the last act where Harvey is 
 seized_upon by three angry females who decide to give him 
 first-aid treatment is funnier than anything you ve seen in 
 a long time. For sheer good-natured fun and hilarity Hook, 
 Line and Sinker is the perfect mixture. 
 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents. 
 
 JUST LIKE CINDERELLA 
 
 Comedy for Junior High Schools. 3 acts. By 
 Charles George. 4 males, 6 females, extras. Interior. 
 Modern costumes. 
 
 Charles George hit upon the idea of taking the ever- 
 popular and never-dying Cinderella story and bringing it 
 up-to-date in a streamlined version, written in the vernacu 
 lar of the day. Lucinda Carleton (Cindy) is the daughter 
 of Henry Carleton by his first marriage. Henry makes the 
 mistake of marrying the Widow Maggie Mahpney who has 
 two unattractive daughters, Katie and Lizzie, whom she 
 wants to promote socially with Henry s money. When Dud 
 ley Farnsworth, the rich boy who lives in the big house on 
 the hill, gives a masquerade dance, the new Mrs. Carleton 
 is all agog to promote Katie and Lizzie and Cindy is not 
 included. But the old cook in the Carleton household has 
 other plans and it is she who decides to provide ways and 
 means for Cindy to attend the dance. Of course, Cindy 
 goes to the ball, leaves her slipper, and wins the heart and 
 hand of the rich young Dudley (Prince Charming). Not 
 only that, but Cindy finally subdues her shrewish and dicta 
 torial stepmother and restores her fathers peace-of-mind. 
 
 Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents.
 
 TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE 
 
 Comedy-drama. 3 acts By Ned Albert. 4 males, 8 
 females. Interior. Modern costumes. 
 
 The entire action of the play takes place in the living 
 room of the Middleton family on a plantation in Kentucky. 
 Here Joshua Middleton and his wife, Nancy, live with their 
 two daughters, Julia, whom Joshua has nicknamed Tempest 
 because of her fiery nature, and Fanny, whom he calls Sun 
 shine because she is so sweet and lovable. When young Dick 
 Wilmot comes to Kentucky to teach school he is inclined to 
 like Sunshine. But Tempest makes up her mind to attact his 
 attention and does so. Sunshine doesn t care for Dick except 
 as a friend and Tempest exerts all her force and succeeds 
 in winning a proposal from young Wilmot. Suddenly there 
 arrives upon the scene a handsome young physician from 
 New Orleans named George Lacey. Dr. Lacey is attracted 
 by Sunshine s beauty and innocence and he falls in love 
 with her and proposes. Tempest loses all interest in young 
 Wilmot and falls desperately in love with Dr. Lacey. How 
 she manages to make Dr. Lacey think that Sunshine is in 
 love with Dick Wilmot, how she contrives to make Sun 
 shine think that Dr. Lacey is fickle, how she tricks the doc 
 tor into a proposal of marriage are all shown with great 
 dramatic effect. But Sunshine wins Dr Lacey for her hus 
 band and the play ends with the two sisters reconciled, 
 thereby pointing a fine moral. (When ordering, please state 
 author s name.) 
 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents. 
 
 LENA RIVERS 
 
 Comedy-drama. 3 acts. By Ned Albert. 6 males, 7 
 females. Interior. Modern costumes. 
 
 The story deals with the plight of young Lena Rivers and 
 her beloved Granny Nichols who are compelled to leave 
 their New England home and seek refuge with Granny s 
 son, John, who has changed the family name of Nichols to 
 Livingstone because of the social aspirations of his domin 
 ating wife Matilda. Durward Bellmont, whom Mrs. Living 
 stone plans to marry to her daughter Caroline, becomes 
 enamored of Lena. The younger Livingstone daughter, 
 Anna, and her brother, John Junior, become Lena s firm 
 friends and champion her cause. In the last act when it looks 
 as though Lena were going to lose Durward, Fate steps in 
 and proves our heroine s sterling character and the denoue 
 ment at the end of the play is startling indeed. 
 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents.
 
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 Warren and hold him captive in the lior.se. From this point, 
 complications pile up with bewildering rapidity. For good, 
 clean fun, you ll find it hard to equal. 
 (Budget Play.) Price, 75 cents. 
 
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