Хижина дяди Тома

“Л/у master!
Beginner
T O M ’S CABIN
And who made him my master? E l e m e n t ar v
I ’m a man as much as he is. Д ля начинаю щ их
I ’m a better man than he is. P pe-Interm ediate
I know more about business than he does.
UNCLE
Для продолжающих
первого уровня
I am a better manager than he is.
STOWE
/ can read and write In term ed iate
better than he can. Для продолжающих
BEECHER
второго уровня
And I ’ve learned it all myself,
and no thanks to him.” Upper Interm ediate
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В книге представлена адаптация известного романа американской

писательницы Гаррием Бичер-Стоу ( I X I I 1Х%) «Хижина дяди Тома» о тра
гической судьбе американских негров-рлбов. В центре романа история
доброго, работящего, мужественного человека невольника дяди Точа,
который отстоял свою честь и достоинство ценой собственной жн гни.
В пособии Iе к с I романа адаптирован в учебных целях до уровня
Intermediate. Каждая глава сопровождается комментарием и переводом
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Предисловие
Дорогие друзья!
Мы предлагаем вам роман американской писатель
ницы, поборницы освобождения негров от рабства, Гар-
риет Бичер-Стоу (1811-1896) под названием «Х ижи
на дяди Тома», который в свое время всколыхнул всю
Америку и вызвал волну сочувствия в других странах.
Писательница пошла по стопам отца — пастора, кото
рый неоднократно скрывал у себя беглых негров. Л и
тературным творчеством Бичер-Стоу занималась всю
жизнь. Она написала ряд повестей, в основном, для де
тей, но славу принес ей роман «Хижина дяди Тома».
Он был напечатан в 1852 году — в тот период, когда
борьба против рабовладения в Америке стояла в цен
тре внимания общества и позже привела к гражданской
войне Севера против рабовладельческого Юга. С тех пор
прошло уже полтора столетия, а «Хижина дяди Тома»
живет. Люди разных поколений, читая роман, не мо
гут остаться равнодушными к страданиям мужествен
ного дяди Тома, с беспокойством следят за перипетия
ми побега смелой Элизы, сочувствуют борьбе за свобо
ду Д ж ордж а Харриса, восхищаются изобретательностью
гордой Кэсси, ненавидят жестокого плантатора Легри.
Д ля того чтобы чтение этой книги было для вас не
только интересным, но и полезным, внимательно изу
чайте разъяснения понятий, характерных для той эпо
хи, помещенные после каждой главы. Там же приводит
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есть возможность найти значение многих новых слов в
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ния помогут вам выучить новые английские слова и вы
раж ения и научиться правильно употреблять их в речи.
Ж елаем успеха!
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CHAPTER 1
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February,

two gentlem en were s ittin g alone over th e ir wine, in
a dining-room , in the town of P — , in Kentucky. There
were 110 serv an ts present, and the gentlem en seemed to
be discussing some im p o rtan t subject.
One of the men, strictly speaking, couldn’t be called
a gentlem an. He was a sh o rt man, w ith coarse, common
place features, and with that sw aggering manner which
shows a low man who is trying to elbow his way up-
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ward in the world. He was dressed in a vest of many
colours, and a blue neckerchief w ith yellow spots. His
hands were large and coarse, w ith many rings on his
fingers; and he wore a heavy gold w atch-chain.
His companion, Mr. Shelby, had the appearance of
a gentlem an. The two men were s ittin g in his house. As
we said before, they were in the middle of an im p o rtan t
conversation.
“T h at is the way I should arran g e this m a tte r,” said
Mr. Shelby.
“I c a n ’t do it th a t way — I positively c a n ’t,
Mr. Shelby,” said the o th er man, holding up a glass of
wine between his eyes and the light.
“W hy? The fa c t is, Haley, Tom is an uncommon fel
low. H e’s certain ly w orth th a t m oney,” said Mr. Shel
by. “He is a good, honest fellow. He m anages my
whole fa rm like a clock. I trust him with everything
I have, — money, house, horses. I let him come and go
round th e co u n try . L ast w inter I let him go to C incin
nati alone, to do business fo r me, and bring home five
h u n d red dollars. Torn comes back, su re enough. 1 knew
he would. Some fellows, they say, said to him — ‘Tom,
why d o n ’t you ru n away to C anada?’ ‘A h, M aster t r u s t
ed me, and I co u ld n ’t , ’ — they told me about it. I am
so rry to p a r t w ith Tom, I m u st say. You should let
him cover the whole debt, H aley, if you had any con
science.”
“Well, I’ve got ju s t as much conscience as any man
in business can affo rd to keep — ju s t a little ,” said the
slave tra d e r. “You know, I ’m always ready to help my
friends. But th is tim e you ask too m uch.”
The tra d e r poured ou t some more brandy.
“Well, then, Haley, w hat do you w an t?” said
Mr. Shelby, a fte r a long period of silence.
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“Well, haven’t you a boy or a girl th a t you could
throw in with Тош?”
“Hum! None th a t I d o n ’t need myself. To tell the
tr u th , only hard necessity makes me sell a t all. I d o n ’t
like p a rtin g w ith any of my w orkers. T h a t’s a fa c t.”
A t th a t mom ent the door opened, and a small quad
roon boy, four or five years old, entered the room. There
was something in his appearance rem arkably beautiful.
His black hair, fine as silk, hung in curls about his round
face. A pair of large dark eyes, full of fire and softness,
looked out from under the rich, long lashes.
“Ah, come here, Jim Crow,” said Mr. Shelby.
The child came up, and the m aster p atted the curly
head.
“Show th is gentlem an how you can dance and sin g ,”
said Mr. Shelby.
The boy began singing one of negro songs in a clear
voice, accompanying his singing w ith comic movements
of the hands, feet, and whole body, all in perfect time
to the music.
“Bravo!” said Haley, throw ing him a piece of an o r
ange.
“Now, Jim , walk like old Uncle Cudjoe, when he has
the rh e u m atism ,” said his m aster.
A t once the ch ild ’s back hum ped up. He took his
m a s te r’s stick and began walking around the room, im i
ta tin g an old sick man.
Both gentlem en laughed.
“Bravo! W h a t a young one!” said Haley. “Tell you
w hat, give me the boy, and I ’ll settle the business.”
A t th is mom ent, the door was pushed gently open,
and a young quadroon woman, about tw enty-five, entered
th e room. It was clear th a t she was the boy’s m other.
She had the same beau tifu l dark eyes w ith long lashes,
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the same silky black hair. The dress set off to advan
tage her fine body.
The slave tra d e r looked at the young woman in adm i
ration.
“W ell, Eliza?” asked her m aster, as she stopped.
“I was looking for H arry , s ir ,” she said.
“W ell, take him away th e n ,” said Mr. Shelby.
The woman left the room, carrying the child on her
arm .
“T here’s a g irl,” said the tra d e r, tu rn in g to him in
adm iration, “You m ight make a fortune on th a t one girl
in Orleans, any day .”
“I don’t w ant to make a fo rtu n e on h e r,” said
Mr. Shelby, dryly.
He opened a bottle of fresh wine, and asked his com
panion’s opinion of it.
“Excellent, sir!” said the trad er.
He tu rn e d and slapped his hand on Shelby’s shoul
der, and said:
“Come, w hat will you take for the g irl? ”
“Mr. Haley, I can’t sell h e r,” said Shelby. “My wife
would not p a rt w ith her for h er weight in gold.”
“Ay, ay! Women always say such things. J u s t show
them how m any watches, dresses, ear-rings you can buy
w ith th a t gold.”
“I say no, Haley, and I mean 110 ,” said Shelby, decid
edly.
“Well, will you let me have the boy, th e n ? ” asked
the tra d er.
“W hat on earth can you want with the child?” said
Shelby.
“Why, I ’ve got a friend th a t’s going into this busi
ness — wants to buy handsome boys to raise for the m ar
ket. He wants to sell them as waiters and doormen, and
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so 011, to rich people, which can pay for handsome ones. It
sets off the place — a real handsome boy to open door, and
wait at table. This funny little devil is just the article!’’
“I ’d ra th e r not sell h im ,” said Mr. Shelby, th o u g h t
fully. “I hate to take the boy from his m other, s ir.”
“O, you do? I u n d erstan d , perfectly. It is unpleasant
g ettin g on w ith women, sometimes. I always hate these
tea rs and screams. They are very u n p leasan t,” said H a
ley. “But, as I manage business, I generally avoid them ,
sir. W hen a girl s ta rts scream ing like mad all the time,
it only damages the article. I knew a really p re tty girl
one, in Orleans. The fellow who bought her d id n ’t want
her baby. I tell you, she squeezed h er child in her arm s,
and talked, and cried. Then they carried off the child,
and locked her. She ju s t w ent mad, and died in a week.
Bad m anagem ent — t h a t ’s w hat it is .”
Mr. Shelby did not know w hat to say, and so he
said, “Indeed!”
“I t ’s stra n g e ,” said the slave tra d e r, “b u t I never
could beat th is into people’s heads. Now, there was Tom
Loker, my old p artn er, down in N atchez. He was a clev
er fellow, only the very devil w ith niggers. It was on
principle, you see. It was his system, sir. I used to talk
to Tom. ‘W hy, T om ,’ I used to say, ‘when your girls
cry, w h at’s the use of shouting and whipping them ? I t ’s
ridiculous, and i t ’s bad fo r your girls. Sometimes they
get ugly. W hy can ’t you speak to them kindly? It goes
b e tte r and it pays b e tte r ,’ I say. B ut Tom couldn’t do it,
and he spoiled so many fo r me, th a t I had to break off
w ith him, though he was a good fellow.”
“And do you find your ways of m anaging do the
business b e tte r th an Tom ’s?” said Mr. Shelby.
“Yes. You see, when I can, I take care of the u n
pleasant p arts, like selling children. Get the girl o u t of
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the way. W hen i t ’s done, and can ’t be helped, they n a t
urally get used to i t , ” went on the tra d e r. “You, K en
tucky people, spoil your niggers. You mean well, b u t i t ’s
not real kindness. Now, a nigger, you see, can be sold to
a man who won’t be kind to him. And life would come
much harder on him. I th in k , Mr. Shelby, th a t I tre a t
niggers ju s t about as well as i t ’s rig h t to tr e a t th em .”
“I t ’s a happy th in g to be sa tisfied ,” said Mr. Shelby.
“W ell,” said Haley, a fte r a while. “W h a t do you
say?”
“I ’ll thin k the m a tte r over, and talk w ith my w ife,”
said Mr. Shelby. “Come this evening, between six and
seven, and you’ll have my answ er.”
“Of courses,” said the slave trad er.
He p u t on his coat and left.
H elpful W ords & N otes

Kentucky — К ентукки; самый северный из рабовла
дельческих, южных штатов
strictly speaking — строго говоря
w ith that swaggering manner which shows a low man
who is trying to elbow his way upward in the
world — с такой развязной манерой поведения, ко
торая выдает человека из низов, старающегося во
что бы то ни стало пролезть в высшие круги обще
ства
I trust him with everything I have — Я могу доверить
ему всё, чем владею
You should let him cover the whole debt, Haley, if you
had any conscience. —• Вам следовало взять его в
уплату всего моего долга, если бы у вас была хоть
кап л я совести.
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throw in with Tom — дать впридачу к Тому
quadroon — квартерон; человек, родившийся у мулат
ки и белого; имеющий четверть негритянской крови
Jim Crow — Д ж им Кроу; персонаж популярной паро
дийной песенки, которую исполняли белые м узы кан
ты, загримированные под негров; позже в ю ж ных
ш татах были приняты так называемые законы Д ж и
ма Кроу — законы о расовой сегрегации
all in perfect time to the music — идеально соблюдая
музы кальны й ритм
The dress set off to advantage her fine figure. — П ла
тье выгодно подчеркивало ее прекрасную фигуру.
W hat on earth can you want with the child? — Зачем,
скаж ите на милость, вам понадобился этот ребенок?
It sets off the place — Это украш ает дом
just the article — товар что надо
Orleans = New Orleans — Новый Орлеан; город в ш та
те Луизиана
Natchez — Натчез; город на реке Миссисипи
on principle — из принципа
And life would come much harder on him. — Потом
ему будет гораздо тяжелее.
A ctivities
? Checking Comprehension
1. Answer the questions.
1) W here did the m eeting of the two gentlem en take

place?
2) W ho was Mr. Haley?
3) W hy did he come to see Mr. Shelby?
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4) W h a t was Shelby’s opinion about Tom?
5) W hy did the slave tra d e r ask Shelby to include
H arry in th e agreem ent?
6) W hy did Shelby refuse to sell Eliza?
7) W hy did he ask the tra d e r to come fo r an answer
in the evening?
2. Fill in the names.
1) ________ was w earing a blue neckerchief w ith yel

low spots and a heavy gold chain.
2) ________ was a small quadroon boy w ith black
curls around his face.
3) was H aley’s ex-partner.
Щ Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
1. Fill in the gaps with the words from the box.
fo rtun e conscience articles weight
1) Shelby knew th a t his wife w ouldn’t p a rt w ith

Eliza for her ________ in gold.
2) The slave tra d e r th o u g h t th a t whipping could
damage the _________.
3) Haley was sure he could afford ju s t a little
_________ in his business.
4) Haley th o u g h t th a t Shelby could make a ________
on Eliza.
2. Fill in prepositions if necessary.
1) “He manages _____ my whole farm like a clock.”

2) “I let him come and go _____ the c o u n try .”
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3) “You, K entucky people, spoil _____ your n ig
g e rs.”
4) “I’ll think the m a tte r _____ and talk to my wife.”
fO? Discussing the Text

1. Describe the conversation between Haley and Shelby.
2. Talk about Haley.
1) Describe his appearance. Prove th a t he d id n ’t

look a gentlem an. Imagine Mr. Shelby and de
scribe him.
2) Buying and selling slaves was H aley’s business.
Say how he tried to avoid unpleasant moments.
Haley d id n ’t like Loker’s system . W hy? W as he
b e tte r th an his ex-partn er? Give your opinion.
CHAPTER 2
Mr. Shelby was an average kind of man, good-natured

and kindly. He was always kind to his slaves, but th a t
was only because it made him feel more comfortable to be
kind. He now was, however, in very great need of money.
He had speculated a lot and had fallen in debt to a coarse
slave trader named Haley. And this small piece of infor
mation is the key to the conversation in the dining-room.
“How I ’d like to kick this fellow down the step s,”
said Mr. Shelby to him self, as he saw the door closed.
“How can I sell Tom down south to one of those ter
rible plantations? And now it m u st come. And E liza’s
child, too! I know th a t I shall have some problems w ith
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wife about th a t. A nd, for that m atter, about Tom, too.
So much for being in debt. Haley sees his advantage,
and means to push it.”
Now, it had so happened th a t, approaching the door,
Eliza had heard enough of the conversation to know th a t
a tra d e r was m aking offers to h er m aster fo r somebody.
She wanted to stop a t the door to listen, b u t her m is
tress called her, and she w ent away. Still she th o u g h t
she heard the tra d e r make an o ffer for h er boy. Could
she be m istaken?
“Eliza, girl, w h a t’s wrong w ith you today?” asked
her m istress, when Eliza had upset the pitch er w ith w a
te r and was abstractedly o ffering her m istress a long
nightgow n instead of the silk dress she had ordered her
to bring from th e wardrobe.
“O, missis!” said Eliza, raising her eyes.
Then she b u rs t into tears. “There was a tra d e r ta lk
ing w ith m aster. 1 heard him .”
“W ell, silly child, perhaps th ere w as.”
“O, missis, would m aster sell my H a rry ? ”
And the poor girl threw herself into a chair, and
sobbed.
“Sell him! No, you foolish girl! You know your m as
te r never means to sell any of his servants, as long as
they behave well. W hy, you silly child, who do you
think would w ant to buy your H arry? Come, cheer up,
and help me w ith my dress. And d o n ’t go listening a t
doors anym ore.”
“Well, but, missis, you would never agree to — to —”
“Nonsense, child! I would as soon have one of my own
children sold. B ut really, Eliza, you are getting too proud
of th a t little fellow. A man can ’t p u t his nose into the
door, but you thin k he m ust be coming to buy him .”
Eliza laughed a t h er own fears.
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Mrs. Shelby was a woman of high class, both in
tellectually and morally. She was a kind-hearted, good
woman, who watched over her servan ts, and ta u g h t
them , and nursed them when they were sick. A nd they,
in th eir tu rn , always w ent to her w ith th e ir joys and
troubles ju s t like children to th e ir m other.
H er husband respected her opinion, though he never
took any p a rt in h er efforts him self. So he felt sure, a f
te r his conversation w ith the tra d e r, th a t his wife would
be very sorry if he sold Torn. He also knew th a t she
would feel even worse about letting a little child be sold
away from its m other.
Mrs. Shelby knew n othing about her h u sban d’s prob
lems. So she quite sincerely believed th a t E liza’s su sp i
cions were wrong. In fact, she stopped th in k in g about
them a t once. And as she had to prepare an evening v is
it, th a t m a tte r passed out of h er tho ug hts.
Eliza had been bro u g h t up by her m istress, from

childhood, as her favorite. She was m arried to a bright
and talented young m ulatto man named George H arris
from a neighbouring plantation.
This young man had been hired out by his master to
work in a bagging factory. He had invented a machine
for cleaning hemp, showing real mechanical genius. He
was a handsome person with pleasant manners, and was
a general favorite in the factory. Nevertheless, this young
man was in the eye of the law not a man, but a thing,
and his success meant nothing for his vulgar and n a r
row-minded m aster. He learned about George’s invention
and came to the factory to see th a t machine. Mr. W il
son, the owner of the factory, received him w ith great en
thusiasm . George showed his machine to the m aster. He
talked so fluently and looked so handsome, th a t his m as
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ter felt jealous. W hy should his slave be m arching round
the country, inventing machines, and holding up his head
among gentlemen? lie would soon pu t an end to it. He
would take him back, and put him to hoeing and digging.
Mr. W ilson and all the w orkers were amazed when
Mr. H arris suddenly said he was taking George home to
work on the farm .
“B ut, Mr. H a rris ,” protested the m an u fa ctu re r, “is n ’t
th is ra th e r sudden?”
“W h at if it is? Isn ’t the m an m ine?”
“We are ready, sir, to increase his w ages.”
“T h a t’s not th e m a tte r, sir. I don’t need to hire any
of my workers out, unless I decide to do i t . ”
“B ut, sir, h e’s very good a t th is business.”
“P erhaps he is. He was never much good a t anything
th a t I ordered him to do.”
“B ut only th in k th a t he’s the in ven to r of this m a
chine,” said one of the workers, ra th e r unluckily.
“O yes! A machine to do less work, is it? I ’m not
surprised a t all th a t he’s invented it. Let a nigger alone
for th a t, any tim e. They are all such m achines th em
selves, every one of them . No, h e ’ll go back!”
George said nothing, b u t he breathed short, and his
large dark eyes flashed like live coals. He felt a whole
volcano of b itte r feelings inside. Before he did som ething
silly, the kindly m a n u fa ctu rer touched him on the arm ,
and said, in a low voice.
“Don’t do it, George. Go w ith him. W e’ll try to help
you.”
George’s m aster suspected som ething, though he
couldn’t h ear w hat was said. He decided to keep the
power over the young man at any cost.
George went home w ith his m aster. The young man
said nothing th a t showed his deep disrespect to him,
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but it was clear to everyone, who saw him then, th a t he
couldn’t become a thing.
It was d u rin g the happy period of work in the fac
tory th a t George had seen and m arried his wife.
Mrs. Shelby approved of th e ir m arriage. They were even
m arried in h er sitting-room . For a year or two Eliza of
ten saw her husband, and th ere was nothing to in te rru p t
th e ir happiness, except the loss of two babies. A fte r the
b irth of little H arry , h er life became happy again. Eliza
was a happy woman up to the tim e th a t her husband
was taken to the plantation.
He had speculated a lot and had fallen in debt to

a coarse slave trader named Haley. — Он много
играл на бирже и задолжал грубому работорговцу по
фамилии Хейли,
down south — на юг (В ю ж ны х ш татах, расположен
ных по ниж нему течению реки Миссисипи, рабы
трудились на хлопковых плантациях, и там условия
их ж изни были уж асными.)
for that m atter — коли на то пошло
So much for being in debt. Haley sees his advantage,
and means to push it. — Вот что значит влезть в
долги. Хейли знает, что я у него в руках, и хочет
меня прижать.
Mrs. Shelby was a woman of high class, both in tellectu
ally and morally. — Миссис Шелби была ж енщ ина
незаурядная, наделенная большим умом и сердцем,
m ulatto — мулат; человек, одним из родителей которо
го был негр
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This young man had been hired out by his master to
work in a bagging factory. — Хозяин отдал молодого
человека на фабрику мешков,
machine for cleaning hemp — маш ина для трепания
конопли
in the eye of the law — в глазах закона
put him to hoeing and digging — заставит его взять в
руки мотыгу и лопату
wages — зарплата (рабочих)
he breathed short, and his large dark eyes flashed like
live coals — он тяж ело дыш ал, и его большие тем
ные глаза сверкали, к а к раскаленные угли
at any cost — любой ценой
A ctiv ities
1) W h at made Shelby sell his slaves?

2) W ho was the person Eliza asked for help? W hy?
3) W h at did M rs. Shelby th in k about E liza’s suspi
cions?
4) W h at kind of man was Eliza’s husband?
5) W h a t happened to him?
6) W h a t did Mr. Wilson promise to George?
2. Circle the correct answer.
1) W ho raised Eliza?
a) Eliza’s n a tu ra l m other
b) Uncle Tom
c) M rs. Shelby
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2) W hich character of th e book is described as
a m ulatto?
a) H arry
b) Mr. W ilson
c) George H arris
3) W ho approved of Eliza and G eorge’s m arriage?

a) Mr. H arris
b) Mrs. Shelby
c) Mr. Shelby
ffl Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
1. F ill in the gaps with the nouns from the box.
effo rts wages debt law offer
1) Mr. Shelby decided to sell some of his slaves to

pay the ________ to the slave trad er.
2) George was in the eye of the ________ not
a m an, b u t a thing.
3) The owner of the factory prom ised to increase
G eorge’s ________ .
4) Mr. Haley made an ________ fo r little H arry.
5) Mr. Shelby respected his wife bu t he never took
any p a rt in her ________ .
2. Choose the correct form of the verb.
1) Mr. H a rris said George (in v en ted /h ad invented)

a new machine because he was too lazy to work.
2) Mrs. Shelby was a kind-hearted, good woman who
(n u rsed /h ad nursed) her slaves when they were
sick.
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3) Mr. H a rris suddenly said he (was ta k in g /is ta k
ing) George home to work on the farm .
Discussing the Text

1. Complete the sentences.
1) Shelby w anted to kick Haley down the steps be

cause... .
2) Mrs. Shelby stopped th in k in g about E liza’s suspi
cions a t once because... .
3) George’s m aster took him from the factory back
to the p lantatio n because... .
2. Talk about George Harris.
Explain why he had to re tu rn to the fields. W h at

was his reaction to his m a ste r’s decision?
CHAPTER 3
Eliza stood in the verandah, when a hand was laid

on h e r shoulder. She tu rn ed, and a b rig h t smile appeared
in her fine eyes.
“George, is it you? How you frig h ten ed me! I am so
glad you’ve come! M issis’s gone to spend the afternoon
w ith some of h e r friends. So come into my little room,
and w e’ll have the tim e all to ourselves,” said Eliza.
They w ent into a n eat little room opening on the ve
randah, where she often sat sewing, w aiting fo r a call of
her m istress.
“W hy don’t you smile? Look a t H arry — how he
grow s.”
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The boy stood shyly looking a t his fa th e r through
his long curls.
“Isn ’t he b e a u tifu l? ” said Eliza, kissing the boy.
“I wish he’d never been born!” said George, bitterly.
“I wish I had never been born m yself.”
Surprised and frig htened , Eliza sat down and b u rst
into tears.
“There now, Eliza, i t ’s too bad for me to make you
feel like this, poor girl!” said George. “I t ’s too bad. You
are the p re ttie s t woman I ever saw, and the best one
I ever wish to see. B ut, oh, I wish I ’d never seen you,
nor you me!”
“George! George! How can you say this? W h a t h ap
pened?”
“My life is b itte r, Eliza. My life is burning out of
me. I ’m a poor, miserable slave, Eliza. W h a t’s the use of
o ur try in g to do anything? W h a t’s the use of living?”
“O, dear George, I know how you feel about los
ing your place in the factory, and you have a hard m as
ter. B ut please be p atient, and perhaps som ething will
change.”
“P atien t!” he said, in te rru p tin g her. “H aven’t T been
p atien t? Did I say a word when he came and took me
away, for no reason, from the place where everybody
was kind to me? I ’d paid him tru ly every cent. They all
say I worked well.”
“Well, it is aw ful,” said Eliza. “But, a fte r all, he is
your m aster, you know .”
“My master! And who made him my master? I’m a man
as much as he is. I ’m a better man than he is. I know
more about business than he does. I am a better manager
than he is. I can read and write better than he can. And
I ’ve learned it all myself, and no thanks to him. And now
what right has he to take me from things I can do, and
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do b e tte r th an he can, and p u t me to do work th a t any
horse can do?”
“O, George! George! You frig h te n me! W hy, I never
heard you talk like this. I ’m a fra id y o u ’ll do som ething
terrible. I u n d ersta n d yo u r feelings, b u t please be c a re
ful!”
“I have been careful, and I have been p a tien t, b u t
i t ’s g ettin g worse and worse. I can’t bear it any long
er. He takes every chance he can get to in su lt and to r
m ent me. I th o u g h t I could do my work well, and have
some tim e to read and learn out of work hours. B ut the
more he sees I can do, the more he loads on me. He says
th a t though I d o n ’t say any thing , he sees I ’ve got the
devil in me, and he w ants to brin g it out. One of these
days it will come out in a way th a t he w on’t like, or I ’m
wrong!”
“O dear! W h at shall we do?” said Eliza.
“It was only yesterd ay ,” said George. “I was busy
loading stones into a cart. Young M aster Tom stood
there, slashing his whip so near the horse th a t the crea
tu re was frigh ten ed. I asked him to stop, as politely as
I could. He ju s t kept rig h t on. I asked him again, and
then he tu rn e d to me, and began strik in g me. I held his
hand. He screamed and ran to his fa th e r, and told him
th a t I was fig h tin g him. He said h e’d teach me who was
my m aster. He tied me to a tree, and told young m aster
th a t he m ight whip me till he was tired. And he did do
it! I ’ll make him rem em ber it, some time!”
The eyes of the young m an burned w ith an ex pres
sion th a t frig h ten ed his young wife.
“W ho made th is man my m aster? T h a t’s w hat I w ant
to know!” he said.
“W ell,” said Eliza, sadly, “I always th o u g h t th a t
I m u st obey my m aster and m istress.”
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“There is some sense in it, fo r you. They have
b ro u g h t you up like a child, and ta u g h t you, so th a t
you have a good education. But I have been kicked and
beaten and sworn at. I w on’t bear it. No, I w on’t!” he
said, clenching his hand.
Eliza was silent. She had never seen her husband so
angry.
“You d o n ’t know everything. M aster said th a t he’d
been a fool to let me m arry you. He hates Mr. Shel
by and his people, because they are proud, and hold
their heads up above him. Y esterday he told me th a t he
w ouldn’t let me come here anym ore. He said I should
take Mina for a wife and settle down in a cabin with
her, or he would sell me down riv e r.”
“W hy — b u t you were m arried to me!” said Eliza,
simply.
“Don’t you know a slave can’t be married? There is 110
law in this country for th at. I can’t hold you for my wife,
if he chooses to p art us. And all this may happen to our
poor child.”
“O, b u t m aster is so kind!”
“Yes, b u t who knows? He may die, and then he may
be sold to nobody knows w ho.”
The face of the tra d e r came before Eliza’s eyes. She
tu rn ed pale and looked nervously a t the boy, who was
playing in the verandah.
“No, no, i t ’s too much for h im ,” she th o u g h t. “No,
I w on’t tell him. Besides, it isn ’t tru e. Missis never de
ceives u s .”
“So, Eliza, my g irl,” said the husband, sadly, “I ’m
going.”
“Going, George! Going w here?”
“To C anada,” said George firm ly. “When I ’m there,
I’ll buy you. T h a t’s all the hope we have. You have
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a kind m aster. He w on’t refuse to sell you. I ’ll buy you
and the boy.”
“And if they catch you?’
“They won’t catch me, Eliza. I ’ll die first! I ’ll be
free, or I ’ll die!"
“You won’t kill yourself!”
“No need of th a t. They will kill me, fa st enough.
They will never get me down th e riv er alive!”
“O, George, be careful! Don’t do an y th in g bad to
yourself, or anybody else!”
“I ’ve made some preparations. There are people th a t
will help me. Well, now, good-bye,” said George, holding
Eliza’s hands, and looking into her eyes, w ithout moving.
They stood silent. Then th ere were the last words of
the husband, and b itte r sobs of the wife. A t last George
left.
I wish he’d never been born! — Лучше бы ему было не

родиться!
My life is burning out of me. — Я погибаю,
no thanks to him — без его участия
out of work hours — в свободное время
slashing his whip — щелкая кнутом
But I have been kicked and beaten and sworn at. — Ho
я знал только пинки, побои и ругань,
hold their heads up above him — не желают с ним
знаться
take Mina for a wife and settle down in a cabin with
her — взять в жены Мину и перебраться к ней в
хижину
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A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) came to see Eliza.
2) took every chance to in su lt and to rm en t George.
3) complained to Mr. H arris about George.
4) decided to go to Canada.

1) George ran away from his m aster because he
could no longer bear how... .
2) George asked young M aster Tom to stop slashing
his whip because... .
3) Mr. H arris hated the Shelbys because... .
4) George was sure he could buy freedom for Eliza
and his son because...
Ш Working with Vocabulary and Grammar

1. Fill in the gaps with the verbs from the box.
obey bear settle down
1) George couldn’t the life under the cruel

owner.
2) Eliza always th o u g h t th a t she m ust her
m aster and m istress.
3) Mr. H arris ordered George to in M ina’s
cabin.
2. Fill in the prepositions out of, on, for, up.

1) Eliza’s room o p e n e d the verandah.
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2) George hoped to read and learn _____ work
hours.
3) Eliza was b ro u g h t _____ like her m a s te r’s child.
4) George d id n ’t w ant to take an other woman _____
a wife.
f!? Discussing the Text

1. Talk about George’s decision to run away from his
master.
1) W h a t made him do it? Say how Mr. H arris and

his son tre a te d the young man. W hy was his
m aster so cruel to him? Give your opinion.
2) George d id n ’t ask Eliza to join him.
2. Eliza didn’t tell her husband about the slave trader

and her suspicions. Can you say why? W ould you do
the same in her place?
CHAPTER 4
The cabin of Uncle Tom was a small wooden build

ing, close to his m a s te r’s house. In fro n t it had a neat
garden, where every sum m er flourished various flowers,
fru its and vegetables — the pride of A unt Chloe’s heart.
The evening meal a t “the house,” as slaves always
called th eir m aster’s home, was over, and A unt Chloe,
head cook, returned to her cabin to prepare supper for
her husband Tom. H er plump, round black face under
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a bright checked turban was shining. She looked satisfied
and proud. W hy should she not be proud? A un t Chloe
was the best cook of the neighbourhood. She was certainly
a cook, in the very bone and centre of her soul.
In one corner of the cabin stood a bed, covered with
a w hite spread, and by the side of it was a big carpet.
In fact, th a t corner was the draw ing-room of the cabin.
In the o th er corner there was a sim pler bed, clearly de
signed for use. The wall over the fireplace was decorated
with some pictures and a p o rtra it of General W ashing
ton.
On a rough bench in the corner a couple of boys
with fa t shining cheeks were w atching the firs t steps of
th e ir baby sister. A t the table, in fro n t of the fire, there
was Uncle Tom, Mr. Shelby’s best worker and the hero
of our story.
He was a large and strong man with sm art and kind
eyes, w ith a n atu re as gentle and simple as a child’s. Yet
there was an air of dignity and self-respect about him.
He was slowly and carefully try in g to w rite some le t
ters. Yo\ing M aster George, a b rig h t boy of th irteen , was
giving Uncle Tom a lesson in w riting.
“N ot th a t way, Uncle Tom ,” he said, as Uncle Tom
bro ug ht up the tail of his g the wrong side out. “T hat
makes a q, you see.”
Uncle Tom looked in adm iration, as his young teach
er w rote m any q 's and g ’s. Then, tak in g the pencil in
his big, heavy fingers, he sta rte d w ritin g again.
“How easy white folks do things!” said A unt Chloe,
looking at young Master George with pride. “The way he
can write, now! And read, too! And then come out here in
the evenings and read his lessons to us. I t’s so interesting!”
“B ut, A u n t Chloe, I ’m g e ttin g so h u n g ry ,” said
George. “Isn ’t th a t cake alm ost done?”
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“I t ’s alm ost done, M aster George. I t ’s already love
ly brow n,” said A u n t Chloe. “Mose and Pete, get out of
the way! G et away, Polly, honey. M um m y’ll give h er ba
by som ething to eat. Now, M aster George, take off the
books and set down now w ith my old man. I ’ll give you
the sausages, and full plates of pancakes.”
“They w anted me to come to supper in the house,”
said George, “b u t I knew what was what too well for
that, A u n t Chloe.”
“So you did — so you did, honey,” said A u n t Chloe,
p u ttin g hot pancakes on his plate.
A t the same tim e the slave tra d e r and Mr. Shelby

were sittin g to g eth er in the dining-room , a t a table cov
ered w ith papers.
Mr. Shelby was counting bundles of bills. As soon as
they were counted, he pushed them over to the tra d e r,
who counted them too.
“All f a ir ,” said the tra d e r. “And now sign these pa
p ers.”
Mr. Shelby signed the papers and then pushed them
over w ith the money. Haley took a document from his
bag, looked over it a moment, and gave it to Mr. Shelby.
“W ell, now, th e s a le ’s done!” said th e tr a d e r , g e t
tin g up.
“I t ’s done!” said Mr. Shelby w ith a deep sigh. “I t ’s
done!”
“You d o n ’t seem to feel much pleased w ith i t , ” said
the trad er.
“H aley,” said Mr. Shelby, “I hope you’ll rem em ber
th a t you prom ised you w ouldn’t sell Tom, w itho ut know
ing w hat sort of hands h e ’s going in to .”
“Y ou’ve ju s t done it s i r ,” said the trad er.
“I had to do it, you know well,” said Shelby coldly.
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‘W ell, I may have to do it, to o ,” said the tra d e r.
“I’ll try to get Tom a good place. As you know, I ’m not
a cruel m a n .”
Mr. Shelby d id n ’t feel happy, b u t he could do n o th
ing about it. So he allowed the tra d e r to leave in si
lence, and smoked a cigar.
Mr. and Mrs. Shelby had gone to th e ir bedroom. The

husband was sittin g in an easy chair, looking over some
letters th a t had come in the afternoon. The wife was
standing before h er m irro r, b ru sh in g her hair.
Mrs. Shelby remembered her conversation w ith Eliza
in the m orning. She tu rn e d to h er husband, and said,
carelessly:
“By the way, A rth u r, who was th a t fellow you
brought to dinn er today?”
“Haley is his nam e,” said Mr. Shelby, tu rn in g h im
self ra th e r uneasily in his chair.
“Haley! W ho is he, and w hat may be his business
here?”
“Well, I did some business w ith, last tim e I was at
N atchez,” said Mr. Shelby.
“And he suddenly decided to come to our place and
have d in n er w ith us?
“W hy, I invited him . I w anted to discuss som ething
with h im .”
“Is he a negro tra d e r? ” said Mrs. Shelby, noticing
a certain em barrassm ent in her husband’s m anner.
“Why, my dear, w hat p u t th a t into your head?” said
Shelby, looking up.
“N othing. Only Eliza came in here, a fte r dinner, in
a g re a t w orry, crying. She said you were talk ing w ith
a trad er, and th a t she heard him make an offer for h er
boy. Silly little goose!”
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“She did, hey?” said Mr. Shelby, returning to his paper.
“It will have to come o u t,” he th o u g h t, “as well now
as ever.”
“I told E liza,” said Mrs. Shelby, as she continued
b rushing her hair, “th a t you never w anted to sell any of
our people — a t least of all, to such a fellow.”
“Well, E m ily,” said her husband, “I have always felt
and said th a t. B ut I have problems w ith my business and
I ’ll have to sell some of the slaves.”
“To th a t man? Impossible! Mr. Shelby, you can’t be
serious.”
“I ’m sorry to say th a t I a m ,” said Mr. Shelby. “I ’ve
agreed to sell Tom.”
“W hat! Our Tom? T h a t good, noble, fa ith fu l crea
ture! He has been your fa ith fu l serv an t from a boy! O,
Mr. Shelby! And you have promised him his freedom,
too. You and I have spoken to him a hundred times
about it. Well, I can believe an y th in g now. I can believe
now th a t you could sell little H arry , poor Eliza’s only
child!” said Mrs. Shelby, in a tone between grief and in
dignation.
“Well, since you m u st know all, it is so. I have
agreed to sell Tom and H arry bo th .”
“B ut why, of all others, choose these?” said Mrs.
Shelby.
“Because they will bring the highest sum of money.
T h at’s why,” said her husband. “I ’m sorry about it, and
I respect your feelings too. But I tell you now, I can’t help
myself. I didn’t want to tell you this, Emily, but I had no
choice. Either they must go, or all must. If I don’t pay
my debt to Haley, he will take everything. I had to give
them up. Haley liked the child. He agreed to settle the
m a tte r th a t way, and no other. I was in his power, and
had to do i t . ”
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Mrs. Shelby covered h er face w ith h er hands and
cried. Then she said, “O yes, yes! I haven’t any jewel
ry. Can we sell my gold watch? It was expensive, when
it was bought. If I could only at least save Eliza’s child,
1 would give an ythin g I have.”
“I ’m sorry, very sorry, E m ily,” said Mr. Shelby. “It
will do no good. The fact is, Emily, the th in g ’s done.
The papers are already signed, and in H aley’s hands.
We m u st th an k him it is 110 worse. Haley w ants to take
them tom orrow . I ’m going to get ou t my horse early,
and be off. I can ’t see Tom, t h a t ’s a fact. Y ou’d b e tter
drive somewhere, and carry Eliza off. Let the th in g be
done when she is aw ay.”
“No, no,” said Mrs. Shelby. “I ’ll go and see poor old
Tom! They m ust see th a t their mistress can feel with
them. As to Eliza, I can’t even thin k about it. W hat have
we done, th a t this cruel thing should happen to us?”

head cook — главная повариха
checked turban — клетчаты й тюрбан
in the very bone and centre of her soul — по призванию
clearly designed for use — явно предназначенная для
сна
(«eneral W ashington — Д ж ордж Вашингтон (1 73 2-
1799); главнокомандующий американскими войска
ми в войне с Англией за независимость (1775-1783).
После этой войны Д ж ордж Вашингтон стал первым
президентом Соединенных Штатов Америки.
Yet there was an air of dignity and self-respect about
him. — При этом во всем его облике ощущалось
большое чувство собственного достоинства.
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the wrong side out — не в ту сторону
folks = people
I knew what was what too well for that — Но я знаю,
где лучше
bundles of bills — пачки денег
easy chair — мягкое кресло
in a tone between grief and indignation — в голосе ко
торой слышалась горечь и негодование
be off — уехать, убежать
that their m istress can feel with them — что их хозяй
ка может им сострадать
A ctivities
1) W h a t le tter was Shelby’s son try in g to teach U n

cle Tom to w rite?
2) W hy did the boy stay for supper in Uncle Tom’s
cabin?
3) W hat did Shelby ask Haley when the papers were
signed?
4) W h a t did Shelby feel then?
5) How did he explain his wife his actions?
2. Say what:
1) A u n t Chloe cooked for supper.

2) Mrs. Shelby offered to sell to get the money to
pay the debt.
3) Mr. Shelby decided to do the following m orning.
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1. Fill in the gaps with the nouns from the box.
jewelry sale cook m a tte r
1) There was no o th er way fo r Mr. Shelby to settle

the _________ w ith his debt.
2) Mrs. Shelby had no ________ which she could
sell.
3) A u n t Chloe was the best ________ of the n eig h
bourhood.
4) Shelby was not pleased w ith the ________ of his
slaves.
2. Explain in your words who is:
• a cook
• a slave tra d e r
• a slave
• a teacher
fk Discussing the Text

1. Talk about Uncle Tom and his family.
Describe A u n t Chloe and Uncle Tom. Describe th eir

house.
2. Talk about the conversation about Mr. and Mrs.

Shelby.
W hy did Emily decide to see Uncle Tom off? W hy

was it so hard fo r her husband? Give your ideas.
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CHAPTER 5
There was one listener to this conversation between

Mr. and Mrs. Shelby. W hen Mrs. Shelby had let Eliza
go, she went to a large closet near the m a ste rs’ bed
room, pressed h er ear close ag ain st the crack of the
door, and heard everything.
W hen the voices died into silence, Eliza rose and
went away. She looked pale, but she was no longer th a t
soft and tim id creatu re she had been before th a t. She
moved quietly along the corridor, stopped for one m o
m ent a t her m istre ss’ door, and th en tu rn e d and went
into her own room.
It was a small, neat room on the same floor w ith her
m istress. There was a pleasant sunny window, where she
had often sat singing a t her sewing. There was a shelf
w ith books, and various little th in gs, the g ifts of C h rist
mas holidays. There was her simple wardrobe. Here was,
in short, h er home. On the whole, it was a happy home.
B ut there, on the bed, lay her sleeping boy, w ith his
long curls falling around his face, his rosy m outh half
open, and a smile over his whole face.
‘‘Poor boy! Poor fellow!” said Eliza. “They have sold
you! B ut your m other will save you!”
She took a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote:
“O, Missis! Dear Missis! Don’t thin k hard of me.
I heard all you and m aster said tonight. I am going to
tr y to save my boy. Please d o n ’t blame me! God bless
you for all your kindness!”
Then Eliza went to the wardrobe and made up a lit
tle package of clothes for her boy, which she tied with
a handkerchief firmly round her waist. She did not forget
to pu t in the little package one or two of his favorite toys.
Then she pu t on her hat and shawl and woke her son.
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“W here are you going, m oth er?” said H arry , as she
sat oil the bed, w ith his little coat and hat.
“Hush, H arry ,” said his m other. “We m u stn ’t speak
loudly, or they will hear us. A bad man is coming to take
little H arry away from his m other, and carry him away
off in the dark. But m other won’t let him. She’s going to
run off with him, so the bad man can’t catch him .”
Eliza took th e boy in her arm s, opened a door in her
room which led into the verandah, and left.
In a few m inutes she came up to the window of U n
cle Tom’s cottage. She stopped and knocked lightly on
the window-pane.
“W h a t’s th a t? ” said A u n t Chloe, risin g and pulling
up the cu rtain . “My God! I t ’s Lizzie! I ’m going to open
the door.”
The door flew open, and the lig h t of the candle,
which Tom was holding in his hand, fell on th e f r ig h t
ened face and dark, wild eyes of the young woman.
“W h a t’s wrong, Lizzie? You look sick!”
“I ’m ru n n in g away, Uncle Tom and A u n t Chloe. I ’m
ru nning away w ith my child. M aster’s sold him!”
“Sold him ?” repeated both, liftin g up th e ir hands in
horror.
“Yes!” said Eliza, firm ly. “I heard M aster tell Missis
th a t he had sold my H arry , and you, Uncle Tom, both,
to a tra d e r. He is going off th is m orning on his horse,
and the man will come to take you.”
Tom had stood d u rin g th is speech w ith his hands
raised like a man in a dream. Slowly, as its meaning
came over him, he sa t down on his old chair.
“I can ’t believe th a t!” said A u n t Chloe. “O! W h at has
he done, th a t M aster should sell him ?”
“He h a sn ’t done anything. It isn ’t for th a t. M aster
doesn’t w ant to sell, and M issis’s always good. She asked
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for us, b u t he told her it was 110 use. M aster’s in this
m an ’s debt. If he doesn’t pay him, he will have to sell
the place and all the people, and move o ff.”
Eliza told Tom and Chloe about th e conversation be
tween Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.
“I ’m a bad girl to leave Missis, but, then, I c an ’t
help it. W ho knows w h a t’ll become of my boy, if I let
him be carried o ff.”
“Well, old man!” said A u n t Chloe. “W hy don’t you
go, too? W ill you w ait to be taken down river, where
they kill negroes w ith hard work and 110 food? I’d r a th
er die than go th ere, any day! T here’s tim e for you. Go
with Lizzie. Come, I ’ll get your th in g s to g e th e r.”
Tom slowly raised his head, and looked sadly b u t
quietly around, and said:
“No, no, I ’m not going. Let Eliza go. I t ’s h er right!
B ut you heard w hat she said, Chloe! If I m ust be sold,
or all the people on the place, why, let me be sold.
I have never broken M aster’s tr u s t, and I never will. I t ’s
b etter fo r me alone to go, th an to break up the place
and sell all. M aster will take care of you, Chloe, and the
poor —”
He turned to the bed full of little heads, leaned over
the back of the chair, and covered his face with his large
hands. G reat tears fell through his fingers on the floor.
“And now ,” said Eliza, as she stood in the door,
“I saw my husband th is afternoon. They have pushed
him to the very last standing place. He told me, today,
th a t he was going to ru n away. T ry, if you can, to get
word to him. Tell him how I went, and why I w ent. Tell
him I ’m going to tr y and find Canada. And please give
my love to h im .”
She tu rn e d away, stood w ith her back to them for
a mom ent, and then w ent away.
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Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, a fte r th e ir long discussion of
the n ig h t before, the n ex t m orning slept somewhat later
than usual.
“I wonder w hat keeps Eliza,'” said Mrs. Shelby.
Mr. Shelby was sh arp en in g his razor, when the door
opened, and a coloured boy en tered , w ith his shaving-
w ater.
“A ndy,” said his m istress, “go to E liza’s door, and
tell her I have ru n g for her th ree times. Poor thing!”
she added, to herself, w ith a sigh.
Andy soon re tu rn e d , w ith eyes very wide in aston ish
ment.
“O, Missis! Lizzie’s draw ers are all open. And sh e ’s
nowhere to be seen.”
Mr. Shelby and his wife realized w hat had happened.
He exclaimed, “Then she suspected it, and sh e ’s off!”
“I hope she is!” said Mrs. Shelby.
“W ife, you talk like a fool! Really, it will be p r e t
ty awkward for me if she is. Haley saw th a t I hesitated
about selling this child, and h e ’ll th in k I let her do it,
to get him ou t of the w ay.”
And Mr. Shelby quickly left the room.
There was a g reat deal of run ning , and opening and
sh u ttin g of doors. Faces in all shades of colour appeared
in d ifferen t places, for about a q u a rte r of an hour. One
person only, who could say som ething about the missing
girl, was entirely silent. T hat was the head cook, A u n t
Chloe. Silently, she went on m aking out her b reakfast
biscuits, as if she heard and saw nothing of the excite
ment around her.
A t last Haley appeared.
“I say now, Shelby, it seems th a t g ir l’s off w ith her
boy,” he said, as he entered the dining-room . “Is it tru e ,
sir?”
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“Andy, take Mr. H aley’s h a t and whip. Take a seat,
s ir ,” said Shelby. “Yes, sir. I am so rry to say th a t the
young woman learned somehow about this business and
ra n away in th e n ight. I can u n d erstan d your disap po in t
m ent. I ’ll give every help you’ll need — horses, serv
an ts, etc. — to recover your property. So, in sh o rt, H a
ley,” he said suddenly m ore friendly, “th e best way for
you is to eat some b reak fast, and we will then see what
can be done.”
in short — короче говоря

God bless you for all your kindness! — Да вознаградит
вас бог за вашу доброту!
as its m eaning came over him — когда смысл этих
слов дошел до него
to break up the place — разорять имение
They have pushed him to the very last standing
place. — Они довели его до крайности,
to get word to him — передать ему весточку
in all shades of colour — всех оттенков
to recover your property — вернуть ваш у собственность
A ctivities
1) How did Eliza find ou t about the sale of her son

and Uncle Tom?
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2) How did th a t news change her?
3) W h at le tte r did Eliza leave to her m istress?
4) W here did she go a fte r she left the house?
5) W h a t was Uncle Tom ’s decision?
6) W hen was E liza’s absence discovered?
7) W h a t did Shelby prom ise to Haley?
1) Eliza ran away w ith H arry taking ________ w ith

her.
2) M rs. Shelby was ________ when she learned th a t
E liza’d ru n away.
3) ________ was the only person who could say some
thing about the missing girl, but she was silent.
package c u rta in tr u s t property
1) Uncle Tom never broke his m a s te r’s _________.

2) Eliza made up a little ________ of clothes for her
boy.
3) Shelby promise to help Haley to recover his
4) A u n t Chloe pulled up the ________ and saw Eli

za’s frig h ten ed face.
2. Fill in the adjectives.
1) Eliza was no longer th a t ______ creatu re sh e’d

been before.
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2) Eliza d id n ’t forget to p u t a couple of H a rry ’s
toys.
3) Uncle Tom was w orried when he saw Eliza’s
eyes.

1. Eliza overheard Mr. and Mrs. Shelby discussing plans
to sell Tom and Harry. Say what she did after that.
2. Uncle Tom refused to run away. Why did he do it?

W hat was Aunt Chloe’s advice?
3. Prove that Mrs. Shelby was glad to know that Eliza

had run away.
CHAPTER 6
The news about Tom’s fate and E liza’s escape was

the topic everywhere. N othing was done in the house or
in the field because of the discussions.
“Hello, Sam! M aster w ants you to catch Bill and J e r
ry ,” said Andy to Black Sam, as he was known because
he was blacker th a n anybody else on the place. “You and
I are going w ith M aster Haley to look for Lizzie.”
“Good, now!” said Sam. “Tom’s down — w ell, it’s
tim e for some other nigger to be up. W hy not me? Mas
te r will see w hat Sam can do!”
“B ut, S am ,” said Andy, “you’d b etter th in k twice.
Missis doesn’t w ant her c a u g h t.”
And he told his frien d w hat had happened in the
m orning.
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“I know well enough how t h a t ’ll be. It’s always best
to stand M issis’ side of the fence, now I tell you,” he
added. “And Missis doesn’t w ant th is M aster Haley to
get Lizzie’s boy.”
“I see,” said Sam.
Sam soon bro ug ht Bill and J e rr y to the house. He
looked a t H aley’s horse w ith a smile.
There was a large beech beside the horse-post; the
small, sharp, tria n g u la r beech-nuts lay on th e ground.
W ith one of these in his fingers, Sam approached H a
ley’s horse and quickly p u t it un d er the saddle.
“Good!” he said, rolling his eyes with an approving
smile.
A t th is mom ent Mrs. Shelby appeared on the balcony.
“W ell, Sam ,” she said. “You should go w ith Mr. H a
ley, to show him the road, and help him. Be careful of
the horses, Sam. Don’t ride them too fa s t.”
Mrs. Shelby said the last words w ith a low voice,
and strong emphasis.
“Yes, Missis, I ’ll take care of the horses,” said Sam,
rolling up his eyes with meaning.
“Now, A nd y,” said Sam, re tu rn in g to the beech.
“You see, I w ouldn’t be surprised if som ething happened
to th a t gentlem an’s horse. You and I, le t’s go and help
him .”
And Sam and Andy broke into laughter.
At th is in sta n t, Haley appeared on the verandah.
A fter a few cups of very good coffee he came ou t sm il
ing and talking. Sam and Andy ran to th e horses, to be
ready to “help M aster.”
“W ell, boys,” said Haley, “look alive now. We m u st
lose no tim e.”
“R ight, Master!” said Sam, holding H aley’s horse,
while Andy was u n ty in g the o th er two horses.
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The mom ent Haley touched the saddle, his horse su d
denly sprang and threw off his m aster on the soft, dry
ground. Then he galloped to the o ther end of the lawn,
followed by Bill and Je rry .
Sam and Andy ran and shouted. Dogs barked here and
there. Mike, Mose, Mandy, Fanny, and other children ran,
clapped hands, and shouted. H aley’s horse clearly liked
the scene. He allowed the men to approach him, and then
ran off into some other corner of the woods.
Haley ra n up and down, and swore. Mr. Shelby tried
to sh ou t directions from the balcony, and Mrs. Shelby
from her window laughed.
A t last, about twelve o’clock, Sam appeared proudly,
on J e rry , w ith H aley’s horse by his side.
“H e’s caught!” he exclaimed, triu m p h an tly . “I caught
him!”
“Y ou’ve lost me three hours, w ith your nonsense,”
said Haley in an angry voice. “Now le t’s be o ff.”
Mrs. Shelby, who had overheard th is conversation
from the verandah, decided to do h er p a rt. She pressed
the tra d e r to stay to dinner, saying th a t the cook would
b rin g it on the table im mediately.
Eliza walked all nig ht until daylight, w ith her son

asleep in her arms. She had often been, w ith her m is
tress, to visit some of Mr. Shelby’s relatives, in the lit
tle village of T—, not fa r from the Ohio River, and knew
the road well. To cross the Ohio River was her plan.
When horses and people began to move along the road,
she realized th a t her fast walk and excitement might bring
on her suspicion. She pu t the boy on the ground, and, ad
justing her dress and hat, she walked slower.
A fte r a while Eliza found a quiet place in the woods
and sat down behind a large rock which concealed them
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from the road. She gave h er son break fast out of her l i t
tle package, though she couldn’t eat an y th in g herself.
A t noon she stopped a t a neat farm house, to have
rest, and buy some dinner for her child and herself.
An hour before sunset they entered the village of T— , by
the Ohio River. Eliza was tired, b u t still strong in heart.
It was now early spring. The river was swollen, but
great cakes of ice were still filling the whole river almost
to the Kentucky side. Eliza she saw at once th a t there was
no usual ferry. She went to a small hotel on the bank.
The hostess, who was busy, preparing supper, stopped,
with a fork in her hand, when she heard Eliza’s sweet voice.
“W h a t is it? ” she said.
“Isn ’t there any ferry or boat, th a t takes people over
to В— , now?” she said.
“No, indeed!” said the woman. “The boats have stopped
running.”
The woman noticed Eliza’s look of disappointm ent,
and she asked, “Do you want to get over? Anybody sick?”
“I ’ve got a child, t h a t ’s very d an g erou s,” said Eliza.
“I ’ve walked a lot today, hoping to get to the fe rry .”
“W ell, now, t h a t ’s unlu cky ,” said the woman, with
sym pathy. “T here’s a man down here, t h a t ’s going over
tonight w ith some vegetables. H e’ll be here to have su p
per, so you’d b e tte r w ait. W hy d o n ’t you take the boy
into th is room ?” said the woman.
She opened the door. Eliza saw a small bedroom w ith
a com fortable bed. She laid the tired boy on the bed,
and held his hands in hers till he was fa s t asleep.
Though Mrs. Shelby had prom ised th a t dinn er would

be b ro u g h t on table a t once, Haley had to w ait for it
alm ost two hours. A u n t Chloe prepared the food in
an unusually slow m anner. Moreover, serv an ts caused
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a num ber of accidents in the kitchen to s ta ll th e slave
tra d e r even fu rth e r.
In the m eantim e Mr. Shelby called Tom.
“Tom,” said his m aster, kindly, “I w ant you to know
th a t I ’ll have to pay th is gentlem an a thousand dollars if
you are not here when he w ants you. H e’s going today
to look a fte r his o th er business, and you can have the
day to yourself. Go anywhere you like, boy.”
“Thank you, M aster,” said Tom.
“A nd don’t come to your m aster w ith any of your
nigger tricks. I ’ll take every cent out of him , if you
a re n ’t th e re ,” said the trad er.
“M aster,” said Tom, and he stood very straight, “I was
ju st eight years old when old Missis pu t you into my arms,
and you w eren’t a year old. 'Tom ,’ she said, 't h a t’s your
young Master. Take good care of h im .’ And now I ju st ask
you, Master, have I ever broken word to you?”
The tears rose to Mr. Shelby’s eyes.
“My good boy,” said he, “I know you always tell the
tr u th . If I was able to help it, I would never sell you.”
“W e’ll buy you back as soon as we have enough mo
ney, Tom ,” said Mrs. Shelby. “S ir,” she said to Haley,
“Please let me know who you sell him to .”
“Of course,” said the trad er.
escape — побег
Tom ’s down — well, i t ’s tim e for some o th e r nigger to
be up. — Том л и ш и л с я своего высокого положения.
Что ж е, пора сделать карьеру и другому негру.
I t ’s always best to sta n d Missis’ side of the fence —
Всегда лучш е держ ать сторону хозяйки
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horse-post — коновязь
with a low voice, and strong emphasis — тихо, no
выразительно
with m eaning — многозначительно
look alive now — пошевеливайтесь
the Ohio River — река Огайо, разделяю щ ая штаты
К ентукки и Огайо
bring on her suspicion — возбудить подозрения
still strong in heart — всё еще полна решимости
The river was swollen, but great cakes of ice were still
fillin g the whole river alm ost to the Kentucky
side. — Река вздулась, но огромные льдины всё еще
громоздились по всей реке почти до самого берега
ш тата К ентукки.
The boats have stopped running. — Лодки уже не ходят,
to stall — задержать
A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) asked some of the slaves to get a horse for Haley.

2) ra n around the lawn, clapped hands and shouted.
3) pressed the tra d e r to stay to dinner.
4) stopped at a hotel on the bank of the Ohio River.

1) The news about ________ was the topic of discus
sions everywhere.
2) Sam p u t a ________ u n d er the saddle of H aley’s
horse.
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3) Eliza hoped to take a ________ to cross the river.
4) Haley had to wait fo r the dinn er for ________
hours.
fe rry m anner suspicion scene
1) H aley’s horse clearly enjoyed the _________.

2) Eliza was afraid th a t her fa st walk could bring
on her _________.
3) There was no usual ________ by the riv e r because
the ice still covered half the river.
4) A u n t Chloe prepared dinner in an usually slow
2. Put the verb in brackets into the correct form.
1) Andy told his friend w hat (to happen) in the

m orning.
2) H aley’s horse (to throw off) his m aster and (to
gallop) to the oth er side of the lawn.
3) Eliza (to be) more th a n once in the village T —.
w ith h er m istress, and she knew the road well.
4) The woman in the hotel (to prepare) supper when
she saw Eliza.
Discussing the Text

1. Talk about Eliza’s journey to the Ohio River.
2. Describe how the slaves took Mrs. Shelby’s side and

stalled Haley. Why did they do it? Give your opinion.
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CHAPTER 7
Finally Sam and Andy b ro u g h t the horses up to the

posts, and Haley left accompanied by them . On the way
to the Ohio R iver another strang e th in g happened. Sam,
who knew every foot, made a m istake and led the group
several miles out of the way by the wrong road. Two
hours more were lost in g e ttin g back to highway.
As a re su lt of all the delays, it was about half
an hou r a fte r Eliza had laid her child to sleep in the v il
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lage hotel by the side of the riv er, before the men came
riding into the same place. Eliza was stand ing by the
window, when she saw Sam. Haley and Andy were two
yards behind.
Eliza’s room had a side door to the river. She caught
h er child, and rushed outside. The tra d e r saw her ju st
as she was ru n n in g tow ards the bank. He threw him
self from the horse, called loudly to Sam and Andy and
rushed a fte r her. A few mom ents la te r she was at the
water’s edge. W ith one wild cry she jum ped over the
c u rre n t of w ater on a piece of ice. The huge green mass
of ice on which she landed creaked, b u t she stayed there
only a moment. She jum ped to another cake of ice. Then
to another! And an other again! H er shoes were gone.
Her stockings were cut away, and blood from her feet
marked every step. B ut she saw nothing, felt nothing,
till, as in a dream , she saw the Ohio side, and a man
helping h e r up the bank.
“You’re a brave girl!” said the man.
Eliza recognized the voice and face for a man who
had a farm not fa r from h er old home.
“O, Mr. Symmes! Save me. Please hide me!” said
Eliza.
“W hy, w h a t’s th is? ” said the man. “W hy, i t ’s Shel
b y ’s girl!”
“My child! This boy! H e’d sold him! There is his Mas
te r ,” she said, pointing to the K entucky bank.
“I ’d be glad to do som ething for y ou ,” he said; “but
then th e r e ’s nowhere I could take you. The best I can
do is to tell you to go — th e re ,” he said, pointing to
a large w hite house which stood by itself, off th e main
stre e t of the village. “Go there. They’re kind folks.
T hey’ll help you. They’re up to all that sort of thing.”
“Thank you, s ir,” said Eliza.
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She walked firm ly away w ith her son in her arm s.
The man stood and looked a fte r her.
“Shelby,” he th o u g h t, “perhaps you’ll say this isn ’t
the best th in g in the world to expect from a neighbour.
But w hat else can I do? If you m eet one of my girls in
the same trouble, you can pay me back. I don’t like to
be a h u n te r for other folks.”
Haley couldn’t believe w hat he had seen. W hen Eliza
disappeared up the bank, he tu rn e d to Sam and Andy.
“The g irl’s got seven devils in her, I believe!” said
Haley. “She jum ped like a wildcat!”
“W ell, now,” said Sam, scratch ing his head. “I hope
M aster’ll excuse us. Don’t th in k I can jum p like th a t, no
way!” And he laughed.
“You laugh!” said the trad er.
“I can ’t help it now, M aster,” said Sam. “She jum ps;
ice cracks! How she goes!” And Sam and Andy laughed
till the tears rolled down th eir cheeks.
“I ’ll make you cry!” said the tra d e r, laying about
th eir heads w ith his whip. Both ran sho u ting up the
bank, and were on th e ir horses before he was up.
Haley slowly retu rn e d to the little hotel, to th in k
what was to be done. Suddenly he heard the loud voice
of a man at the door. He h u rried to the window.
“Isn ’t it Tom Loker!” he said.
Haley opened the door. S tanding by the bar, in the
corner of the room, was a g iant, powerful m an. He was
dressed in a coat of buffalo-skin, made with the hair
outward, which gave him a fierce appearance. He was
accompanied by a travelling companion, a sh o rt man
with a sharp, long nose and thin black hair.
“W ell, now, luck’s come to me. Loker, how are you?”
said Haley, coming forw ard, and extending his hand to
the big man.
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“The devil!” was the answer. “W h at b ro u g h t you
here, Haley?”
His companion looked shrewdly a t the tra d e r, as
a cat sometimes looks a t a moving dry leaf.
“I say, Tom, I ’ll need your help,” said Haley. “Y ou’ve
got a friend here? P a rtn e r, perhaps?”
“Yes, I have. Here, Marks! H ere’s th a t fellow th a t
I was in w ith in N atchez.”
“Glad to meet y ou ,” said M arks, and p u t o u t a long,
th in hand. “Mr. Haley, I believe?”
“Yes,” said Haley. “And now, gentlem en, as we’ve
m et so happily, I think I can have a small celebration.
So, now ,” he said to the man a t the bar, “get us hot w a
ter, and su gar, and cigars, and plenty of good rum , and
we’ll have a blow -out.”
The th ree men sat down round a table, beside the
b u rn in g fire. Haley told Loker and M arks about his
troubles. Loker listened to him attentively. M arks, who
was m aking punch to his own taste, occasionally looked
up alm ost into H aley’s face. He clearly enjoyed the end
of the story.
“It’s neatly done,” he said, laughing.
“These children can give a lot of tro u b le,” said H a
ley, sadly.
“If we could get a breed of girls th a t d id n ’t care for
th e ir young ones,” said M arks, “I th in k it would be the
g rea test modern im provem ent.”
“Now, Mr. Haley, w hat is it? You w ant us to catch
your g irl? ”
“The g ir l’s not mine. She’s Shelby’s. I t ’s only the
boy —”
“This girl, Mr. Haley, how is she?” in te rru p te d him
M arks. “W h a t is she?”
“Well! W hite and pretty, well brought up,” said Haley.
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“Look here, now, Loker,” said M arks, his sharp eyes,
nose and m outh, all alive. “W e catch them . The boy, of
course, goes to Mr. Haley. We take the g irl to Orleans
and sell her. Isn ’t it b e a u tifu l? ”
Tom Loker, who was a man of slow th o u g h ts and
movements, th o u g h t the idea over and b ro u g h t his heavy
fist down on the table.
“I t ’ll do!” he said. “You give me fifty dollars now.
If we get the job, and it pays, I ’ll hand it back. Tf we
don’t, i t ’s for ou r trouble. T h a t’s fair, isn ’t it, M arks?”
“C ertainly, c e rtain ly ,” said M arks. “Tom’ll have the
boy fo r you, and anywhere you say, won’t you, Tom?”
“If I find the young one, I ’ll bring him on to Cincin
nati, and leave him a t G ranny Belcher’s,” said Loker.
“Now, Mr. Haley, did you see this girl when she landed?”
“Yes, as clearly I see you.”
“And a man helped her get up the bank?” asked Loker.
“Yes, I d id .”
“Most likely,” said M arks, “sh e ’s hiding somewhere.
Tom, w hat do you say?”
“We m u st cross the riv er to n ig h t, no m istak e,” said
Tom.
“B ut th e re ’s no boat a b o u t,” said M arks. “The ice is
running awfully, Tom. Isn ’t it dangerous?”
“I d o n ’t know about th a t, only i t ’s got to be done,”
said Tom, firm ly. “If you w ant to stay here for a day or
two, the girl w ill be carried on the underground line up
to Sandusky or so, before you s t a r t .”
“O, no, I ’m not a fra id ,” said M arks, “only th e re ’s no
b oat.”
“I heard the woman say th a t a man was going to
cross the riv e r this evening. We m ust go with him ,”
said Tom.
“I hope you’ve got good dogs,” said Haley.
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“F irst r a t e / ’ said M arks. “B ut w h a t’s the use? You
have nothing of her th ing s to smell o n .”
“Yes, I have,” said Haley, triu m p h an tly . “H ere’s her
shawl she left on the bed. She left her h a t, too.”
“T h a t’s good,” said Loker. “Give them to m e.”
Haley b ro u g h t the slave h u n te rs E liza’s thin gs, han d
ed over the fifty dollars to Tom and re tu rn ed to his
room.

at the water’s edge — у самой воды
Her stockings were cut away, and blood from her feet
marked every step. — Ее чулки были разорваны, и
исцарапанные ступни оставляли кровавый след на
льду.
They’re up to all that sort of thing. — Им не впервой,
made with the hair outward — мехом наруж у
travelling companion — спутник
we’ll have a blow-out — мы устроим пируш ку
who was making punch to his own taste — который де
лал пунш по собственному рецепту
It’s neatly done — Чисто сделано
breed — порода
The ice is running awfully — Ледоход очень сильный
the girl will be carried on the underground line up to
Sandusky — девчонку переправят по подпольной до
роге до Сандаски (После принятия закона, обязывав
шего население северных штатов выдавать беглых
рабов их владельцам, беглецы стали пробираться в
Канаду по так называемой подпольной дороге, то
есть скры ваясь в домах у людей, которые, в нару
шение закона, переправляли беглецов с одной «стан-
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ции» (stand) на другую до самой границы; Санда
ски — город на озере Эри, ю ж ный берег которого
принадлежит США, а северный — Канаде.)
A ctivities
1) W hen did Haley reach the village by the Ohio
River?
2) How did Eliza cross the river?
3) Who was the man who helped up the bank?
4) W here did Haley re tu rn a fte r Eliza’s escape?
5) W hom did he m eet at the hotel?
6) W h at did Haley ask the slave h u n te rs to do for
him?

1) Haley lost two more hours because... .
2) Eliza went to the large w hite house because... .
3) Haley b ro u g h t the slave h u n te rs E liza’s things
and... .

1. Use the synonyms from the text.
1) Eliza jum ped from one p ie c e of ice to another.
2) Loker’s travelling p a r t n e r was a sh o rt man w ith
a sharp long nose and th in black hair.
3) Haley asked for hot w ater, ru m and su g ar to
make hot d r i n k .
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4) The slave h u n te rs hoped to reach the other side
o f the riv e r by boat.
1) Eliza recognized the voice and face of the man

who (to have) a farm not fa r from her old home.
2) Eliza (to stand) by the window, when she saw
Sam.
3) Haley couldn’t believe th a t Eliza (to land) on the
opposite bank of the river.
Discussing the Text
1. Describe how Eliza managed to get to the Ohio side

of the river.
2. Talk about the slave hunters.
1) Say w hat Haley told about Tom Loker before.

2) Describe Tom Loker and his p a rtn e r M arks. They
agreed to find Eliza and her son. W h at was the
agreem ent?
CHAPTER 8
The light of the cheerful fire shone on the carpet of

a comfortable drawing-room, and glittered on the sides of
the teacups and teapot, as Senator Bird was drawing off
his boots. He had ju st arrived home from the Senate.
“I ’m tired to death. A cup of your good hot tea, and
a little com fort a t home, is w hat I w a n t,” he said to his
wife. “It’s a tiresome business, the life of a legislator!”
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"W ell,” said M rs. Bird a fte r the tea, "w h a t’s new in
the Senate?”
It was a very unusual th in g fo r gentle little Mrs.
Bird to be interested in w hat was going on in the Sen
ate. She wisely th o u g h t th a t she had enough of other
things to worry about. Mr. Bird opened his eyes in s u r
prise.
"W ell, is it tru e th a t a law has been passed forbid
ding people to give m eat and d rin k to those poor col
oured folks th a t come along? I heard they were talking
about such a law. I hope, my dear, no such law has been
passed.”
"Yes, a law has been passed forbidding people to help
the slaves th a t come over from K entucky, my dear. Our
friends in K entucky are w orried about how active these
A bolitionists have become. It seems necessary, th a t our
state should do som ething about i t . ”
Mrs. Bird, usually a sweet, tim id little woman, rose
quickly, w ith very red cheeks, and walked up to h er h u s
band, and said, in a determ ined tone:
"Now, Jo hn, I w ant to know this. Do you th in k such
a law as th a t is rig h t? ”
"You w on’t shoot me, M ary, if I say I do!”
"You d id n ’t vote fo r it, J o h n ? ”
"Yes, M ary.”
"You should be asham ed, John! Poor, homeless crea
tures! I t ’s a sham eful law, and I ’ll b re a k it, the firs t
time I get a chance. And I hope I ’ll have a chance. How
can’t a woman give a warm supper and a bed to poor
creatures who starve, ju s t because they are slaves!”
"M ary, ju s t listen to me. Your feelings are all quite
right, dear, and in terestin g, and I love you fo r them.
But, th en , dear, there are great public interests in
volved, and we m ust put aside our feelings.”
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“О, nonsense, John! I p u t it to you, Jo h n , would you
tu rn away a poor, cold, h u n gry creature from your door,
because he was a runaway?”
Our senator was a kind, noble-hearted man. He could
never tu rn away anybody who was in trouble. A nd his
wife knew it.
A t this critical moment Cudjoe, th eir old black serv
ant, p u t his head in a t the door, and asked Mrs. Bird to
come into the kitchen. A fter a while his wife’s voice was
heard a t the door, saying ‘‘John! John! Please come here.”
The sen ato r went into the kitchen, and saw there
a young woman, laying on two chairs. H er clothes were
torn and frozen, one shoe gone, and her feet covered in
blood. Old Cudjoe had got the boy on his knee, try in g to
pull off his shoes and stockings.
“The heat made her f a in t,” said the cook.
Suddenly the woman opened her eyes and said:
“O, madam! Please protect us! Don’t let them get my
H arry!”
“Nobody will h u rt you here, poor w om an,” said
Mrs. Bird, firm ly. “You are safe. Don’t be afraid. We
are friends here. Tell me where you came from , and
w hat you w a n t.”
The woman — it was, of course, Eliza — told Mr.
and Mrs. Bird about her escape.
She d id n ’t cry. She had gone to a place where tears
arc dry, but everyone around her was showing signs of
sym pathy. Even the senator tu rn ed his back, looked out
of the window, and seemed p articularly busy clearing his
th ro a t and w iping his spectacles.
“And where do you w ant to go, my poor w oman?”
said Mrs. Bird.
“To Canada, if I only knew w here th a t was. Is it
very fa r off, th is Canada?”
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“Much fu rth e r th a n you th in k , poor child!” said
Mrs. Bird. “B ut we will tr y to th in k w hat can be done
for you.”
Mrs. Bird and her husband re tu rn ed to the draw ing
room. A fte r a while Mr. Bird said:
“She’ll have to get away from here, this very night.
If it was only the woman, she could lie quiet till it was
over. B ut th a t little chap can’t be kept still. H e’ll pop
his head ou t of some window o r door. And th in k w hat
it would mean for me, too, to be cau g ht w ith them both
here, ju s t now! No, th e y ’ll have to go to n ig h t.”
“Tonight! How is it possible? W here to?”
“W ell, I know p re tty well where to ,” said the sena
tor, beginning to p u t on his boots. “You see, my old cli
ent, Van Trompe, has come over from K entucky, and set
all his slaves free. He has bought a place back in the
woods, where nobody goes. She’d be safe there. B ut the
th in g is, nobody can drive a carriage th ere to n ig h t, b u t
me. I know exactly where to cross the creek and what
tu rn s to take. I ’ll take her th e re .”
“Y our h eart is b e tte r th an your head, J o h n ,” said
the wife, laying h e r little w hite hand on his.
A t m id n ig h t Eliza appeared a t the door w ith her
child in her arm s. Mr. B ird h u rrie d h e r into the c a r
riage, and his wife gave h e r some clothes fo r H a r
ry and herself. Eliza fixed h er large, dark eyes on
Mrs. B ird ’s face. H er lips moved. She trie d once or
twice, b u t th e re was no sound. Then she fell back in
the seat, and covered her face. The door was sh u t, and
the c arria g e drove on.
It was late in the n ig h t when the carriage arrived at
the door of a large farm house. Jo h n Van Trompe opened
the door. He was a g reat, tall man w ith sandy hair and
a beard. He had a red flannel h u n tin g -sh irt on.
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Jo h n Van Trompe was once quite a considerable
land-owner and slave-owner in the S tate of Kentucky.
One day, his g reat and honest h e a rt could bear slav
ery no longer. So he w ent over into Ohio, and bought
a big piece of good, rich land. Then he freed all his peo
ple — men, women, and children, and sent them to set
tle down. A fte r th a t honest Jo h n bought a farm in the
woods for his own family.
“A re you the m an th a t will protect a poor woman
and child from slave h u n te rs? ” said the senator.
“I ra th e r th in k I am ,” said John.
“I th o u g h t so,” said the senator.
“If anybody comes,” said Jo h n , “I ’m ready for him.
A nd I ’ve got seven sons. And th ey ’ll be ready for h im .”
Eliza came into the kitchen, w ith her child lying in
a heavy sleep on her arm . The m an held the candle to
her face, and opened the door of a small bedroom. The
senator, in a few words, explained E liza’s history.
“O! Now!” said the good man. “Poor creature! Hunt
ed down like a deer. H un ted down ju s t for having n a tu
ral feelings and doing w hat any m other can’t help doing!
I h ate these th in g s ,” said John.
“I t ’s fo r h e r,” said the senator, and p u t into J o h n ’s
hand a ten-dollar bill.
“OK,” said John.
They shook hands, and the senator drove away.
the Senate — сенат (В США кроме общего для всей

страны сената, в Вашингтоне, есть такж е отдельные
сенаты в каж дом штате. Мистер Берд был членом
сената ш тата Огайо.)
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It’s a tiresome business, the life of a legislator! — Н е
легка ж и зн ь у законодателей!
A bolitionists — аболиционисты; участники движ ения
за освобождение негров от рабства, возникшего в
XIX веке в северных штатах
I’ll break it — Я его нарушу
there are great public interests involved — затронуты
важнейш ие общественные интересы
put aside — пренебрегать, поступиться
runaway — беглец
She had gone to a place where tears are dry — Слезы у
нее иссякли
set all his slaves free — освободил всех своих рабов
Hunted down like a deer. — Н а нее охотятся, как на
оленя.
A ctivities
1. Say true or false. Correct the false statem ents.
1) Mr. Bird had ju s t arrived home from the Senate.

2) Mrs. Bird was an active woman w ith a loud voice.
3) The Ohio Senate passed a law forbidding citizens
to help runaw ay slaves.
4) Jo h n Van Trompe was a m achinist well known in
Ohio.
5) The senator gave Van Trompe a hundred-dollar bill.
2. F ill in the names.
1) was never usually in terested in w hat

was going on in the Senate.
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2) ________ was a kind, noble-hearted m an, ready to
help anyone who was in trouble.
3) ________ had the boy on his knee, try in g to pull
off his shoes and stockings.
4) had seven sons.

creek deer heat runaw ay
1) Mrs. Bird was ready to help any ________ from

K entucky.
2) The ________ in the house made Eliza faint.
3) Mr. Bird was the only one who knew where to
cross the _________.
4) Eliza was h un ted like a _________.
2. Fill in the prepositions in, at, down, off.

1) S enator Bird drew ______ his boots and asked for
a cup of tea.
2) The Birds couldn’t tu rn away anybody who was
trouble.
3) Late a t n ig h t the carriage arrived ______ the door
of Jo h n Van Trom pe’s house.
4) Van Trompe set his slaves free and asked them to
settle _____ in Ohio.
Discussing the Text

1. Talk about the Birds.
1) Describe Mr. Bird and his wife. Prove th a t they
were kind and brave people.
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2) The Ohio Senate passed a law ag ainst helping
runaw ay slaves. W hy was it passed? W hy did
Senator Bird vote for it? Give your opinion.
2. Tell the story of Mr. Van Trompe. Why did he hide

Eliza and her son?
CHAPTER 9
The F ebruary m orning looked gray th ro u g h the w in

dow of Uncle Tom ’s cabin. The little table stood before
the fire, covered w ith an ironing-cloth. A coarse b u t
clean s h irt or two, fresh from the iron, hung on the
back of a chair by the fire, and A u n t Chloe had another
before her on the table. She ironed Tom’s clothes, every
now and then raising her hand to her face to wipe off
the tears th a t were ru n n in g down her cheeks.
Tom sat by. N either of them spoke. It was yet ea r
ly, and the children lay all asleep to g eth er in th e ir little
bed.
Tom got up and walked silently to look a t his chil
dren.
“I t ’s the last tim e ,” he said.
A u n t Chloe did not answ er, only continued to iron
the s h irt, which was already as smooth as hands could
make it. Finally she set h er iron and sat down to the t a
ble, crying.
‘‘Missis says sh e’ll tr y to b ring you back, in a year
or two. But nobody never comes up that goes down
there! They kill them a t plantations!”
“Awful things happen sometimes, Chloe,” said Tom,
“but th ere’s one thin g I can thank God for. I t ’s me th a t’s
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sold and going down, and not you and the children. Here
you’re safe. W hat happens to me — who knows?”
Tom spoke with a bitter choking in his throat, but
he tried to be brave and strong.
“It isn ’t rig h t th a t you should be taken for M aster’s
debts!” said A u n t Chloe. “Perhaps M aster can ’t help h im
self now, b u t I feel i t ’s wrong. You have always been
fa ith fu l to him . You have taken care of his business
more th an of your own wife and children! And then he
sells you, to get ou t of th a t trouble!”
“Chloe! If you love me, please talk like th a t, when
perhaps i t ’s ju s t th e la st tim e w e’ll ever have to g e th
er!” said Tom. “And I ’ll tell you, Chloe, it goes ag ain st
me to h ear one word a g ain st M aster. He c a n ’t th in k
so m uch about poor Tom. M asters are used to having
all th e th in g s done fo r them , and n a tu ra lly they d o n ’t
th in k so m uch about them . M aster has always tre a te d
me very well. I ’m su re th e r e ’s n o th in g he can do th an
sell m e.”
“W ell, anyway, som ething’s wrong about it some
w here,” said A u n t Chloe, who was a stubborn woman.
“B ut th e re ’s no use talking. I ’ll get you a good break
fa st, because nobody knows when you’ll get a n o th e r.”
In half an hour a kick pushed open the door of U n
cle Tom’s cabin. Haley stood there in a very bad mood.
“Come,” he said, “are you ready?”
Tom rose up, to follow his new m aster, and raised
up the heavy box w ith clothes on his shoulder. His wife
took the baby in her arm s to go with him to the wagon.
The children, still crying, followed them .
Mrs. Shelby walked up to the tra d e r, and talked w ith
him fo r a few moments. In the m eantim e Tom’s family
came up to the wagon. A crowd of all the old and young
workers gath ered around it too, to say good-bye to th e ir
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old friend. Tom was loved and respected by all the place,
and th ere was m uch honest sym pathy and g rief about
him, p articu larly am ong the women.
Mr. Shelby a t this tim e was not a t home. He had
gone on a sh o rt business trip , hoping th a t all would be
over before he retu rn ed.
“Get in!” said Haley to Tom.
Tom got in, and Haley, draw ing ou t from under the
wagon seat a heavy p a ir of shackles, made them fa st
around each ankle.
The whole crowd felt indignation about it, and Mrs.
Shelby spoke from the verandah:
“Mr. Haley, I ’m sure th a t i t ’s unnecessary.”
“I d o n ’t know, madam. I ’ve lost five hundred dollars
from th is your place, and I can’t afford to run more
risks.”
“I’m sorry,” said Tom, “th a t Master George is away.”
George had gone to spend two or three days with a friend.
“Please give my love to Master George,” said Tom.
Haley whipped up the horse, and Tom was carried
away. A fte r a mile Haley suddenly stopped at the door
of a blacksm ith’s shop. He took w ith him a p a ir of
handcuffs and w ent into the shop.
“These are a little too small for him. I need you to
fix th e m ,” said Haley to the blacksm ith, pointing ou t to
Tom.
“I t ’s Shelby’s Tom. He h a sn ’t sold him ?” said the
blacksm ith.
“Yes, he h as,” said Haley.
“W ell, you don’t need these,” said the man. “H e’s
the m ost fa ith fu l, best creatu re —”
“Yes, yes,” said Haley; “b u t your good fellows are
ju st the creatures who w ant to ru n away. T hey’ve got
legs, and th ey ’ll use them , no m istake.”
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“W ell,” said the sm ith, taking his tools, “the p lan ta
tions down there, stran g e r, is n ’t a good place for a K en
tucky nigger. They die th ere fast, don’t th ey ?”
“Well, w ith the climate and one th in g and another,
they die quite fa s t,” said Haley.
“I t ’s a pity such a nice, quiet, good fellow as Tom
should go down there to die on one of those su g ar plan
ta tio n s .”
“Well, I ’ll get him in some good old family, and
then, he’ll have a good life.”
“B ut he leaves his wife and children up h ere?”
“Yes. B ut h e’ll get an oth er one. T h ere’re many wom
en everyw here,” said the slave tra d e r.
Tom was sittin g outside the shop while this conver
sation was going on. Suddenly he heard the sound of
a horse’s hoofs behind him. George Shelby jum ped into
the wagon, and threw his arm s round his neck.
“I t ’s a shame! They sh o u ld n ’t do it!” he cried.
“O! M aster George!” said Tom. “I couldn’t go w ithout
seeing you! B u t you m u s tn ’t talk so loudly. It won’t help
me, if he gets a n g ry .”
“They never sent for me, nor let me know a word
about anything. Look here, Uncle Tom,” said George,
tu rn in g his back to the shop, and speaking in a m y steri
ous tone, “I ’ve b ro u g h t you my dollar!”
“О! I couldn’t th in k of taking it, M aster George!”
said Tom, quite moved.
“B ut you shall take it!” said George. “Look here.
I made a hole in it, and p u t a strin g throu gh , so you
could hang it round your neck.”
He tied his dollar round Tom’s neck.
“Keep it out of sight, and rem em ber, every tim e you
see it, th a t I ’ll come and bring you back.”
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Haley came to th e door, w ith the handcuffs in his
hands.
“Look here, now, M ister,” said George, as he got out,
“I shall let fa th e r and m other know how you tr e a t Uncle
Tom!”
“Y ou’re welcome,” said the tra d e r.
“I th in k you should be asham ed to spend all your
life buying men and women, and chaining them , like c a t
tle!” said George.
“So long as your folks w ant to buy men and women,
I’m as good as they a re ,” said Haley.
“I ’ll never do i t , ” said George. “Well, good-bye, U n
cle Tom .”
“Good-bye, M aster G eorge,” said Tom, looking ad
m iringly a t him. “K entucky h asn ’t got many people like
you!”
George w ent away. Tom looked a fte r him, till he dis
appeared. Then he p u t up his hand to the dollar, and
held it close to his h eart.
ironing-cloth — ткань для гл аж ки белья

every now and then — время от времени
But nobody never comes up that goes down there! —
Тот, кого забирают на юг, никогда не возвращается!
with a bitter choking in his throat — и голос у него
обрывался
shackles — кандалы
to run more risks — еще больше рисковать
blacksm ith’s shop — кузница
Keep it out of sight — Носи его так, чтобы никто не
заметил
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A ctiv ities
1. Say who:
1) ironed Uncle Tom ’s clothes and made him a good

breakfast.
2) arrived a t the Shelby’s place in a very bad mood.
3) came to say good-bye to Uncle Tom.
4) gave Uncle Tom a dollar to wear on his neck.
5) fixed Tom ’s handcuffs.
1) Uncle Tom d id n ’t blame Mr. Shelby for selling

him to Haley because... .
2) All the slaves came to say good-bye to Uncle Tom
because... .
3) Haley p u t shackles and handcuffs on Tom be
cause... .
1. W rite the words in the plural form.

a wife, a box, an ankle, a th ro a t, a baby
grief blacksm ith trip kick
1) Mr. Shelby w ent on a sh o rt b u s i n e s s _________.

2) A ________ pushed open the door of Uncle Tom ’s
cabin.
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3) There was m uch honest sym pathy and ________
about Tom.
4) Haley w ent into th e _________’s shop to fix the
handcuffs.
Discussing the Text
1. Talk about the day when Haley took Uncle Tom

away. Prove that it was a sad day for Tom, his wife
and other slaves.
2. Imagine that you’re George Shelby. Describe your

m eeting with Uncle Tom at the blacksm ith’s shop.
CHAPTER 10
It was late in the afternoon when a traveller entered

the door of a small cou n try hotel, in the village of N —,
in K entucky. There he found g reat, tall K entuckians,
dressed in h u n tin g-sliirts, with rifles, hunting-dogs, and
little negroes.
The m an was a short, thick-set old man, carefully
dressed, with a round, friendly face. He looked round
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the room, found a chair in the w arm est corner, and sat
down.
“W ould you like some?” said a long-legged gentle
man, s ittin g close to fire-place. And he handed the old
man a piece of his tobacco.
“No, th an k you. It doesn’t agree with m e,” said the
little man.
“W h a t’s th a t? ” said the old gentlem an, looking a t
a group around a large advertisem ent.
“Nigger advertised!” said one of the men.
Mr. W ilson, for th a t was the old gentlem an’s name,
rose, and read as follows:
“Ran away, my m ulatto boy, George. Six feet in
height, a very light m ulatto, brown curly hair; is very in
telligent, can read and write; will probably try to pass for
a white man; has deep scars on his back and shoulders.
I will give four hundred dollars for him alive, and the
same sum for satisfactory proof th a t he has been killed.”
The old gentlem an read th is advertisem ent from be
ginning to end in a low voice, as if he were stu dy ing it.
The long-legged man walked up to the advertisem ent
and sp a t on it.
“I ’d do the same to the w rite r of th a t th a t paper, if
he were h e re ,” he said, and sat down again. “Any man
th a t has a boy like th a t, and ca n ’t find any b e tte r way
of tre a tin g him, deserves to lose him. Such papers as
these are a shame to K entucky.”
“W ell, t h a t ’s a fa c t,” said Mr. W ilson.
“I ’ve got negroes myself, sir,” said the long man.
“And I ju st tell them ‘Boys, ru n when you w ant to! I ’ll
never come to look a fte r you!’ T h a t’s the way I keep
mine. I let them know they are free to ru n any time.
T h at’s why they stay. More than th a t, I’ve got free pa
pers for all of them , in case I get killed, and they know
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it. And I tell you, strang er, there isn’t a fellow in our
parts who gets more out of his niggers than I do. Treat
them like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ work and dogs’ ac
tions. Treat them like men, and you’ll have m en’s w ork.”
And the man spat a t the fireplace.
A t th a t mom ent the conversation was in te rru p te d by
the arriv al of a well-dressed gentlem an w ith a coloured
servant. He was very tall, w ith a handsome dark, Span
ish face. Expressive black eyes, s tra ig h t th in nose and
fine body im pressed other guests as som ething uncom
mon. He nodded to the men and, w ith his h a t in his
hand, walked up to the bar, and gave in his name as
H enry B utler, Oaklands, Shelby County. Then he came
up to the advertisem ent, and read it over.
“J im ,” he said to his serv an t, “seems to me we met
a boy som ething like th is, up a t B ern an ’s, d id n ’t we?”
“Yes, M aster,” said Jim , “only I am not sure about
the scars.”
“W ell, I d id n ’t look, of course,” said the stra n g e r
w ith a careless yawn. Then he asked for a room and sat
on a chair w aiting.
Mr. W ilson continued to look a t the stra n g er. He
seemed fam iliar, b u t he could not place him. Every few
m om ents, when the man moved, or smiled, he fixed his
eyes on him , and then suddenly w ithdrew them , as the
b rig h t, dark eyes m et his. A t last the stra n g e r walked
up to him.
“Mr. W ilson, I th in k ,” he said, “I ’m sorry, I d id n ’t
come up to you before. I see you rem em ber m e.”
“Ye — yes — yes, s ir,” said Mr. W ilson.
J u s t then a negro boy entered, and said th a t M as
t e r ’s room was ready.
“Mr. W ilson,” said the gentlem an, “I should like to
speak to you, in my room, if you please.”
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Mr. W ilson followed him, walking as if in a dream.
They entered a large room, where a new-made fire was
crackling. The young man locked the door, p u t the key
in his pocket, and looked a t Mr. Wilson.
“George!” said Mr. Wilson.
“Yes, G eorge,” said the young man, w ith a smile.
“You see I don’t answer to the advertisem ent at a ll.”
George had inherited from his w hite fa th e r a set of
fine European features. A slig ht change in the colour
of his skin and h a ir had transform ed the m ulatto into
the Spanish-looking m an. He had nice m anners, and he
found no difficulty in playing the p a rt of a gentlem an
travelling w ith his servant.
“Well, George, I see th a t y o u ’re ru n n in g away —
leaving your lawful m a ste r,” said Mr. W ilson, who was
the owner of the factory where George had worked. “But
you’re running an awful risk. If you’re caught, it will
be worse w ith you th an ever. T hey’ll half kill you, and
sell you down so u th .”
“Mr. W ilson, I know all th is ,” said George. “I do ru n
a risk, but —” he opened his coat, and showed two guns
and a knife. “There!” he said. “I ’m ready for them! I ’ll
never go down south. No!”
“George, this is bad. You’re going to break the laws
of your country!”
“My country! Mr. Wilson, you have a country, bu t
what country have I, or anyone like me? W hat laws are
there for us? I had a fath er — one of your Kentucky
gentlemen. He didn’t think enough of me to keep me
from being sold with his dogs and horses, when he died.
My six brothers and sisters were sold before my m other’s
eyes, one by one, all to different masters. And I was the
youngest. My m other came to see my m aster and asked
him to buy her with me. And he kicked her away with
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his heavy boot. My oldest sister was a good girl, and as
pretty as my mother. She was sent to the m arket in Orle
ans. And th a t’s the last I know of her. I grew up — long
years and years — no fath er, no m other, no sister, not
a living soul th a t cared for me more than a dog. N oth
ing but whipping, scolding, starving. I never heard a kind
word spoken to me till I came to work in your factory.
Mr. Wilson, you treated me well. I learned to read and
write, and to try to make something of myself. I am so
grateful to you for it. Then, sir, I found my wife — you
know how beautiful she is. W hen I m arried her, I was so
happy. B ut now what? Now comes my m aster, takes me
rig h t away from my work, and my friends, my wife and
child. And why? Because, he says, I forgot who I was;
he says, to teach me th a t I am only a nigger! And these
your laws give him power to do. Do you call these the
laws of my country? Sir, I haven’t any country now. But
I ’m going to have one. W hen I get to Canada, where the
laws will protect me, th a t will be my country. And I will
obey its laws, Mr. Wilson. But if any man tries to stop
me, let him take care. I’ll fig h t for my freedom to the
last breath I breathe.”
This speech was too much for the kind old man.
“George, go ahead,” he suddenly said, “but be care
ful, my boy.”
He took ou t a roll of bills from his pocket and of
fered them to George.
“Take it. Money is a g reat help everyw here,” he said.
“I will, sir, only if I may pay it back in the f u tu r e ,”
said George, taking up the money.
“And this black fellow, — who is he?”
“A good man, who went to Canada more than a year
ago. He heard, after he got there, his master had whipped
his poor old mother. And he has come all the way back to
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get her away. A fter he takes his mother, we’re going to
Ohio, to put me among friends th a t helped him .”
“Dangerous, very dangerous!” said the old man.
George smiled.
“Jim and I leave early tom orrow m o rn in g ,” he said.
“By tom orrow nig ht I hope to sleep safe in Ohio. I ’ll
travel by daylight, stop a t the best hotels. So, good-bye,
sir. If you hear th a t I ’m cau gh t, you may know th a t I ’m
dead!”
George stood up and p u t out his hand, proudly, like
a prince. The friendly little old man shook it. Then he
took his umbrella, and left the room.
thick-set — коренастый
tobacco — зд. жевательный табак
It doesn’t agree with me — Мне это вредно
Nigger advertised! — Негра разыскивают!
to pass for a white man — выдать себя за белого
in case I get killed — на тот случай, если меня убьют
there isn’t a fellow in our parts who gets more out of
his niggers than I do — ни у кого другого в наш их
краях негры не работают так, как у меня
he could not place him — он не мог вспомнить, где
мог его встретить
I don’t answer to the advertisem ent at all — я совсем
не похож на человека, про которого говорится в
объявлении
a set of fine European features — тонкие европейские
черты лица
you’re running an awful risk — ты подвергаешь свою
ж и зн ь страшной опасности
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He didn’t think enough of me to keep me from being
sold with his dogs and horses, when he died. — Он
не потрудился распорядиться, чтобы после его смер
ти меня не продали вместе с собаками и лошадьми,
roll of bills — пачка денег
A ctivities
1) W here did Mr. W ilson meet George?

2) W h at kind of people did he see in the hotel?
3) W h a t did the long-legged m an thin k about the
advertisem ent?
4) W hy did it take Mr. W ilson so long to recognize
George?
5) W hy was Mr. W ilson w orried about George?
6) W h at did George say about Jim ?
1) George H arris had w ith h i m _________.

2) In the hotel George used the name ________ .
3) Mr. W ilson gave George ________ .
1. Find in the text the English for:
выдавать себя за белого; прочитать от начала до

конца; в наших краях; убедительные доказательства.
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2. Choose the right modal verb.
1) “(W ould/Could) you like some tobacco?” asked

the long-legged gentlem an.
2) The stra n g e r looked fam iliar, b u t Mr. W ilson
still (can’t /c o u ld n ’t) place him.
3) “I ’ll take th e money, sir, only if I (m ust/m ay)
pay it back in th e f u tu r e ,” said George.
Discussing the Text

1. Talk about the m eeting between Mr. W ilson and
George. Say:
1) when and w here they met.

2) w hat the topic of th e ir conversation was.
2. Mr. W ilson didn’t approve of George’s escape first.

W hat made him change his mind?
CHAPTER 11
On the way to the Ohio R iver Haley bought three

more negroes. W ith his fo u r slaves chained together,
Haley boarded a boat for Louisiana. One day, when the
boat made a stop a t a small town in K entucky, Haley
went up into the place on a little m atter of business.
Tom had come up to the side of the boat, and stood
w atching the river. A fte r a while he saw th e tr a d
er w ith a coloured woman, who was carry ing a child in
her arm s. The woman was dressed quite respectably and
looked cheerful. She followed Haley on board and found
a seat on the lower deck.
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The tra d e r came up to her, and began saying some
th in g to her. Torn soon noticed th a t the woman was wor
ried by w hat she heard.
“I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it!” he heard tier say.
“If you w on’t believe it, look here!” said Haley,
draw ing out a paper. “This is your bill of sale, and
th e re ’s your m a s te r’s name. I paid good money for it,
too, I can tell you!”
“I don’t believe M aster’s sold me. It can ’t be true!”
cried the woman.
“You can ask any of these men here th a t can read.
Here!” he said, to a m an who was passing by. “Read
th is please, will you? This girl doesn’t believe me, when
I tell her w hat it is.”
“W hy, i t ’s a bill of sale, signed by Jo h n Fosdick,”
said the m an, “fo r the girl Lucy and her child. I t ’s ju st
w hat I see.”
The wom an’s wild scream s a ttra c te d a crowd around
her, and the tra d e r explained to them the reason of her
behaviour.
“He told me th a t I was going down to Louisville,
to work as a cook in the same hotel where my husband
w orks,” said the woman. “T h a t’s w hat M aster told me.
I can ’t believe he lied to m e.”
“B ut he has sold you. T here’s no doubt about i t , ”
said the tra d e r.
“Then i t ’s no use ta lk in g ,” said the woman, suddenly
growing quite calm. She clasped her child tig h te r in h er
arm s and tu rn e d her back round.
“She’s going to take it easy, after all!” said the
tra d e r.
The woman looked calm, as the boat went on. On
ly one te a r a fte r an o th er slowly fell on the face of her
child, a boy of ten m onths.
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“T h a t’s a fine young fellow!” said a m an, sudden
ly stopping close to him , w ith his hands in his pockets.
Then he w histled, and walked on. Then he came up to
Haley, who was sm oking on top of a pile of boxes.
“Y ou’ve got a good girl round there, s tra n g e r,” he
said to Haley. “Taking h er down so u th ? ”
“Yes. They told me she was a good cook. And they
can use her for th a t, or set her at the cotton-picking.
She’s got the rig h t fingers for th a t. I looked at th e m ,”
said Haley, and smoked on.
“They won’t w ant the young one on the p lan ta tio n ,”
said the man.
“I shall sell him, firs t chance I fin d ,” said Haley,
lighting an o th er cigar.
“And if you sell him now?” asked the man.
“I don’t know about th a t,” said Haley.
“Well, stra n g e r, w hat will you take for him ?”
“W ell, now ,” said Haley, “H e’s a p re tty sm a rt young
one, fa t, strong, and healthy. In a year or two, h e ’d
bring two hundred. I won’t take a cent less th a n fifty
for him now.”
“O, stranger! T h a t’s ridiculous,” said the man. “I ’ll
give th irty for him, b u t not a cent m ore.”
“Now, I ’ll tell you w hat I will do,” said Haley, s p it
ting. “I say forty-five. And th a t’s the m ost I will do.”
“W ell, agreed!” said th e man, a fte r a while.
“Done!” said Haley. “W here do you land?”
“A t Louisville,” said the man.
“Louisville,” said Haley. “We get there in the evening.
The boy will be asleep. You can get him off q u ie t
ly, w ith no scream ing. I like to do everything quietly.
I hate all these scream s.”
The m an handed the tra d e r th e money, and Haley
lighted a new cigar.
It was a calm evening when the boat stopped at Lou
isville. W hen the woman heard the name of th e place,
she laid the child down on h er cloak among the boxes.
Then she ra n to the side of the boat, hoping to see her
husband on the bank of the river. The crowd pressed in
between her and the child.
“Now’s your tim e ,” said Haley, tak in g th e sleeping
child up, and handing him to the stra n g er. “D on’t wake
h im .” The man took the boy carefully, and was soon lost
in the crowd th a t w ent up the w harf.
A fte r a while the woman re tu rn e d to her old seat.
The tra d e r was still th ere, bu t the child was gone!
“W hy, why, — w here?” she began, in surprise.
“Lucy,” said the tra d e r, “your child’s gone. You see,
you couldn’t take him down south. And I had a chance
to sell him to a first-ra te fam ily, t h a t ’ll raise him b e tter
th an you can.”
The woman sat down. H er eyes looked s tra ig h tfo r
w ard, b u t she saw nothing.
Haley got up, and the woman tu rn e d away, and b u r
ied her head in her cloak.
“Takes it h a rd ,” he said, “b u t quiet. S he’ll be OK.”
Tom had seen everything from firs t to last. He came
up to the woman and tried to say som ething; b u t she on
ly groaned.
A t m idnight, Tom suddenly woke up. Something black
rushed to the side of the boat, and he heard a splash in
the water. No one else saw or heard anything. He raised
his head, — the woman’s place was vacant!
The tra d e r came to see his slaves in the m orning.
“W here is the g irl?” he asked Tom.
“I heard a g reat splash, and then I clearly woke up,
and th e girl was gone. T h a t’s all I know about i t . ”
Haley was neith er shocked nor amazed. He was used
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to many things th a t you are not used to. He sat down,
w ith his little book, and p u t down th e m issing woman
under th e head of ‘losses!’
Louisiana — Л уизиана; ш тат в нижнем течении реки

Миссисипи
Haley w ent up into th e place on a little m a tte r of b u si
ness — Хейли отправился в город, где у него было
небольшое дельце
bill of sale — купчая
Louisville — Луисвилл; город на реке Огайо, один из
основных центров работорговли до Гражданской вой
ны (1861-1865)
S h e’s going to ta k e it easy, a fte r all! — К аж ется, обой
дется!
set h e r a t th e cotton-picking — отправить ее собирать
хлопок
put down the m issing woman u n d e r the head of ‘loss
es’ — внес пропавшую ж енщ ину в графу «убытки»
A ctivities
1. A nsw er th e questions.
1) How many more negroes did Haley buy on the

way to the Ohio River?
2) W ho was Lucy?
3) W h a t happened when the slave tra d e r told her
th a t her m aster had sold her to him?
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4) W hom did Haley sell Lucy’s little son?
5) W h at happened to Lucy?
6) W h at did Tom tell Haley about her disappear
ance?
1) Haley and his fo u r negroes boarded a ________

for Louisiana.
2) Lucy was going to work as ________ in the same
hotel as her husband.
3) Haley received for Lucy’s baby ________ dollars.
4) The m an left the boat w ith the boy i n _________.

1) The slave tra d e r b ro u g h t a coloured woman, who
(to carry) a child in her arm s.
2) A man came up to Haley, who (to smoke) on top
of a pile of boxes.
3) Lucy (to lay) the child on her cloak.
4) A sudden splash (to wake) Tom.
2. Fill in the gaps with the adverbs from the box.
overboard stra ig h tfo rw a rd respectably easy
1) The young woman was dressed quite _________.

2) Haley hoped Lucy would take it _________.
3) Lucy jum ped ________ a fte r her son had been
taken from her.
4) H er eyes looked ________ , b u t she saw nothing.
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Tell Lucy’s story. W hat do you think about it?
CHAPTER 12
We go now to a small house of Rachel and Simeon

Halliday in a Quaker village in Ohio, where our fine old
friend Eliza was living w ith little H arry. One afternoon
Eliza and Rachel were sittin g in the kitchen when the
door opened, and Simeon came in. He was a tall, straig h t,
muscular man in a dark coat and a broad-brimmed hat.
“Any news, fa th e r? ” said Rachel. She was an old
woman with a round and rosy face and clear, honest,
loving brown eyes. You only needed to look s tra ig h t into
them , to feel th a t you saw to the bottom of a good and
tru e h eart.
“Peter Stebbins told me th at they should be here to
night, with — friends,” said Simeon, with meaning, as he
was washing his hands at a neat sink in a little back porch.
“Indeed!” said Rachel, looking a t Eliza.
“M other!” called said Simeon.
“W h a t do you w ant, fa th e r? ” said Rachel, as she
went into the porch too.
“This g irl’s husband is in the village, and will be here
to n ig h t,” said Simeon. “Yesterday P eter was a t the other
stand, and he brought an old woman and two men. One
of them said his name was George H arris. From w hat he
told about himself, he’s Eliza’s husband. He is a bright,
nice fellow, too. Shall we tell her now?” said Simeon.
“Now! This very m in u te ,” said Rachel w ith a happy
smile.
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The old woman retu rn ed to the kitchen, came up to
Eliza and said, gently:
“I have news to tell you, my d a u g h te r.”
The blood flushed in Eliza’s pale face. She rose, with
nervous anxiety, and looked tow ards her boy.
‘‘No, no,” said Rachel. “I t ’s good news, Eliza. Your hus
band is among friends, who will bring him here tonight.”
“Tonight!” Eliza repeated. “Tonight!”
She sa t down, weak and pale. The words lost all
meaning to her.
W hen Eliza opened her eyes, she found herself 011
the bed, with a blanket over her. It was evening. A can
dle was b u rn in g on the table, her husband was stan din g
beside her...
The following afternoon Simeon Halliday brought
to the house a Q uaker bro th er, whom he introduced
as Phineas Fletcher. P hineas was tall, red-haired, with
a shrewd look in his eyes.
“Our friend Phineas will take you to the next stand.
And he knows something im portant, George,” said Simeon.
“Yes,” said the man. “Last nig ht I stopped at a lit
tle hotel, back on the road. Well, I was tired and, a f
ter my supper I lay down on some bags in the corner, to
wait till my bed was ready. But I fell asleep. I slept for
an hour or two. W hen I woke up, I found th a t there were
some men in the room, sittin g round a table, drinking
and talking. I found th a t they were talking about you.
I heard th eir plans. They wanted to send the young man
back to Kentucky, to his m aster. Then two of them were
going to take the wife to New Orleans and sell her for
sixteen or eighteen hundred dollars. And the child, they
said, was going to a tra d e r, who had bought him . They
also were going to send the boy, Jim , and his m other,
back to th e ir m asters in Kentucky. They said th a t they
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knew two policemen, in a town ahead, who would go
w ith them to get the people. They know quite well the
road we are going to take to n ig h t. So now, w h a t’s to be
done?”
“I know w hat I shall do,” said George. He came into
the little room, and began exam ining his guns. “If you
lend me your wagon and give directions, I ’ll drive alone.”
“Ah, well, frie n d ,” said Phineas, “you can do all the
fighting, b u t you’ll still need a driver. I know a th in g
or two about the road, th a t you don’t . ”
“I will attack no m an ,” said George. “All I ask is to
be let alone. I ’ve had a sister sold in th a t New
Orleans m arket. I know w hat they are sold for. Am
I going to stan d by and see them take my wife and sell
her, when I have a p air of stro n g arm s to defend her?
No! I ’ll fig h t to the last b reath , before they take my
wife and son.”
“W ell,” said Phineas. “I came here two or three
hours ahead of them if they sta rte d a t the tim e they
planned. It is n ’t safe to s t a r t till dark, b u t in two hours
I th in k we may go. I am going out now to w arn Jim
and the old woman, and to see about the h orse.” A nd he
closed the door.
“He will do the best th a t can be done fo r you,
George,” said Simeon.
A little while a fte r supper, a large covered w ag
on drew up before the door. The n ig h t was clear. P h in
eas jum ped down from his seat to help his passengers.
George walked ou t of the door, w ith his child on one
arm and his wife on the other. Rachel and Simeon came
out a fte r them to say good-bye. W hen the travellers took
th eir seats, the wagon drove off on the frozen road.
There was no opportunity for conversation, because
of the noise of the wheels. The child soon fell asleep.
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The poor, frig htened old woman a t last forgot her fears.
Even E liza’s eyes began closing.
A bout th ree o’clock George and Phineas heard the
noise of galloping horsem en behind. Phineas lashed the
horses to a run. The wagon jum ped, alm ost flew, over
the frozen ground. Then Phineas made a sudden tu rn ,
and the wagon brought them near steep rocks. It was
a place well known to Phineas.
“Now for it!” said he, suddenly jum ping from his
seat to the ground. “O ut, every one, and up into these
rocks w ith me! Run!” And he ran, w ith little H arry
in his arm s. O thers followed him. As they reached the
rocks, they saw a narrow p ath leading up among them .
“Come up!” said Phineas.
The horsemen approached the wagon, and, shouting, got
off their horses, ready to follow the slaves, who had already
reached the top of the rock. The group consisted of Tom
Loker and Marks, two policemen, and some their friends.
“Let them get us, if they can,” said Phineas. “W ho
ever comes here has to walk between those two rocks, do
you see, boys? W hy don’t we tell them , th a t th e y ’ll be
shot if they do?”
George appeared on the top of the rock, and, speak
ing in a calm, clear voice, said,
“Gentlem en, who are you, down there, and w hat do
you w an t?”
“We w ant runaw ay slaves,” said Tom Loker. “George
H arris, and Eliza H arris, and th eir son, and Jim Selden,
and his m other. W e’ve got the officers, here, and w e’re
going to have them . A re n ’t you George H arris, th a t be
longs to Mr. H arris, of K entucky?”
“I am George H arris. Mr. H arris, of K entucky, did
call me his property. B ut now I’m a free man. As my
wife and my child. Jim and his m other are here too.
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You can come up, if you like. B ut we have guns, and
we’re going to defend ourselves,” said George.
There was som ething in his determ ination th a t made
an im pression alm ost on all the men below. M arks was
the only one who rem ained untouched. And, rig h t a fte r
George’s words, he fired a t him.
“You see you get just as much for him dead as alive
in K entucky,” he said.
George jum ped back. The bullet had passed close to
his hair. Eliza shrieked.
“I t ’s n othing, Eliza,” said George, quickly.
“I ’m going rig h t u p ,” said Tom Loker. “I was never
afraid of niggers, and I am not going to be now. Who
goes a fte r? ” he said, going up the rocks. One of the po
licemen followed him.
George heard the words. He took his gun, and when
Torn was close enough to him , he fired.
Loker fell down among the trees, bushes, stones. But
his clothes caught in the branches of a large tree, and
th a t saved the m a n ’s life.
“I say, fellow s,” said Marks, “go ro und and pick up
Tom, th ere, while I go back for help.”
Soon he was seen galloping away.
“Look a t th a t dog! Leaving us like th at!” said one of
the men.
“W ell, we m ust pick up th a t fellow,” said another.
They found Loker and, holding him up under each
shoulder, they got him as fa r as th e horses.
George looked over the rocks, and saw them try in g
to lift the heavy m an into the saddle. A fter two or three
attem p ts, he fell heavily to the ground.
“They’re leaving him, I th in k ,” said Phineas.
It was tru e . A fte r some discussion, all the men got
on th e ir horses and rode away.
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“Well, we m ust go down to the wagon,” said Phineas.
“Do som ething fo r th a t poor m an ,” said Eliza, as
they approached Loker.
“W ell,” said Phineas. “Here, let’s have a look a t him .”
He came up to the wounded man.
“M arks,” said Tom, weakly, “is th a t you, M arks?”
“No,” said Phineas. “Marks doesn’t care for you. H e’s
off, long ago.”
Phineas stopped the bleeding using his own h a n d k er
chief as a bandage.
“W e’ll take you to a house where th e y ’ll help ycm,”
he said.
Tom groaned, and s h u t his eyes.
“W hat will you do with this poor fellow?” said George.
“O, we’ll take him to A m ariah ’s hcmse. T h ere’s old
G randm a Stephens there. Dorcas, they call her. She’s
an am azing n u rs e ,” said Phineas. “W ell, now. I t ’s tim e
to go. W e should be th ere in an h o u r.”

Quaker — квакер; последователь протестантского рели
гиозного течения, проповедующего ненасилие и бла
готворительность
broad-brimmed hat — ш ирокополая ш ляпа
stand — «станция»; ж ильё для отдыха и укры тия, к о
торое предоставляли беглым рабам люди, которые
им сочувствовали
you can do all the fighting — подраться ты сможешь
Phineas lashed the horses to a run. — Финеас стегнул
лошадей.
the wagon brought them near steep rocks — фургон
привез их к крутым скалам
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You see you get just as much for him dead as alive in
Kentucky — В Кентукки мертвый стоит не меньше,
чем живой
A ctiv ities
1) W here did Eliza and H arry stay in Ohio?

2) W hen did George H arris arrive?
3) W hy did the runaw ays have to leave as soon as
possible?
4) W hy did M arks fire a t George?
5) W h a t happened to Loker? W h at saved his life?
6) W ho stopped the bleeding?
2. Circle the correct answer.
1) W hat family protected Eliza and H arry in a Qua

ker village in Ohio?
a) the Rachels
b) the Hallidays
c) th e Birds
2) W ho was the Q uaker who drove George’s family
to the next stand?
a) Phineas Fletcher
b) Tom Loker
c) Fletcher Phineas
3) W here did Fletcher take the wounded Loker?
a) to his own house
b) to his g ran d m o th er’s place
c) to Dorcas’s house
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blood nurse bleeding bullet bandage
1) Fletcher stopped the _________ and carried Loker

to the wagon.
2) He decided to use a scarf as a _________.
3) Dorcas was a ________ who could take care of Loker.
4) E liza’s feet were covered in _________, b u t she
d id n ’t notice it.
5) The _________ d id n ’t touch George.

1) Eliza and Rachel (to sit) in the kitchen when the
door opened.
2) L ittle H arry, they said, was going to a trad er,
who (to buy) him.
3) A fter supper, a large covered wagon (to draw up)
before the door.
4) Marks said he (to go) back for help.

1. Talk about the Quakers who helped Eliza and George.
2. Imagine that you’re Phineas Fletcher.

Describe th a t n ig h t as you rem em ber it.
3. Give your opinion.

Marks and other people from th e ir group left Tom
Loker w ith ou t help and rode away. W hy did they do
it? W as it a surprise to Loker?
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CHAPTER 13
The boat w ith the slaves sailed down the Ohio R iv
er and out into the broad and m uddy Mississippi. H a
ley soon saw th a t Tom could be tru ste d . At firs t he had
watched him th ro u g h the day, and never allowed him to
sleep a t n ig h t w ithout shackles. B ut then, impressed by
the m an ’s quiet character and patience, the tra d e r took
off his handcuffs and chains, and let him go about fre e
ly over the boat.
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Among the passengers on the steam er th ere was
a young rich gentlem an from New Orleans, A ugustine
St. Clare. He had w ith him a five-year-old d au g h ter, and
a lady who took care of the girl.
Tom could hardly keep his eyes off this sweet little
girl, as she flitted about the deck. She was one of those
busy creatures, which never stay in one place. Charm
ing little face with a dreamy expression, long golden-
brown hair, violet blue eyes — all m arked her out from
other children, and made every one tu rn and look after
her. She was always dressed in white, and seemed to fly
everywhere, w ith a half smile on her m outh, and singing
to herself. W henever Tom saw her golden head and deep
blue eyes, he half believed th a t he saw one of the angels.
The girl often walked round the place where H aley’s
slaves sa t in th e ir chains. Several tim es she appeared
suddenly among them , w ith her hands full of candy,
n u ts, and oranges, which she gave to them .
Tom could cut p retty little baskets out of cherry
stones, could make funny figures on n u ts and whistles of
all sizes and sorts. One by one he offered the girl these
little things. Soon they got on really friendly terms.
“W h at is little m issy’s nam e?” he asked a t last.
“Evangeline St. C lare,” said the little one, “b u t pa
pa and everybody else call me Eva. Now, w h a t’s your
nam e?”
“My nam e’s Tom. In K entucky the little children
used to call me Uncle Tom .”
“Then I ’ll call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like
you,” said Eva. “So, Uncle Tom, where are you going?”
“I d o n ’t know, Miss E va.”
“Don’t know?” said Eva.
“No, I am going to be sold to somebody. I don’t
know w ho.”
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“My papa can buy you,” said Eva, quickly. “And if
he buys you, you will have good times. I ’ll ask him , this
very d ay .”
“Thank you, my little lady,” said Tom.
The boat stopped to take in wood, and Eva, hearing
her f a th e r ’s voice, ran away. Tom rose up, and went to
help the crew.
Eva and her fa th e r were stan d in g to g eth er by the
railing, looking a t the bank. Suddenly the boat moved,
and the little girl lost h er balance and fell over the side
of the boat into the w ater. H er fa th e r sta rte d to jum p
a fte r her, b u t someone held him back. There was no
need of his help, because his d a u g h te r was already out
of danger.
Tom was rig h t under her on the lower deck, as Eva
fell. He jum ped a fte r her, caught her in his arm s and
swam w ith her to the boat.
The following day was the last day of the trip . The
steam er was g e ttin g near New Orleans. The passengers
were g ath erin g th e ir th in g s, and the crew were busy
cleaning the boat.
Tom was sittin g on the lower deck, anxiously, from
time to tim e, tu rn in g his eyes tow ards a group on the
other side of the boat. There stood Evangeline, a little
paler th an the day before, h er fa th e r and Haley.
“W ell, now, my good fellow, how much do you
w ant?” asked St. Clare.
“W ell,” said Haley, “if I say th irte e n hundred dol
lars for th a t fellow, it would be a very modest price.
J u s t look at him — tall and stro n g as a horse. And h e ’s
sm art. T hat fellow managed his m a s te r’s whole farm . He
has an ex trao rd in ary talen t for business.”
“Bad, bad!” said the young man, with a mocking
sm ile. “Y our sm a rt fellows are always ru n n in g away and
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stealing horses. I th in k you’ll have to take off a couple
of hundred for his sm artness.”
“Papa, do buy him! I t ’s no m a tte r w hat you pay,”
w hispered Eva, softly, p u ttin g h e r arm around her fa
t h e r ’s neck. “You have enough money, I know. I w ant
h im .”
“W h at for, honey? A re you going to use him as
a rocking-horse, or w h at?”
“I w ant to make him h appy.”
“An original reason, c e rtain ly .”
“There, count your money, old boy!” said St. Clare.
A nd he gave the tra d e r the roll of bills.
“All r ig h t,” said Haley. He filled ou t a bill of sale,
which, in a few m om ents, he handed to the man.
“Come, E va,” said St. Clare.
Then, Eva and her fa th e r walked over to Tom. He
p u t the tips of his fin gers under Tom’s chin and said
w ith a kindly smile, “Look up, Tom. How do you like
your new m aster?”
Tom looked up quickly into the young handsome face
beside him. He felt the tears s ta r t in his eyes, and ju s t
nodded.
A ugustine St. Clare was the son of a rich p lan ter in
Louisiana. His fa th e r and his uncle had come from Can
ada. One of th e b ro th ers settled on a farm in Vermont,
and the o th er became a p lan ter in Louisiana and m arried
a lady whose family had em igrated from France. A u g us
tin e gave to his child his m o th er’s name, as he hoped
th a t she would in h e rit h e r pure character.
A fte r college the young man fell in love w ith a b eau
tifu l woman from one of the n o rth ern states. B ut they
couldn’t be together, and, w ith his h e a rt broken, he
m arried a popular sou th ern belle, Marie. She was a self
ish young woman w ith no h eart, who fancied all the
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tim e that she was ill. As a re su lt Marie St. Clare spent
a lot of tim e in her room, and th e ir little d au g h te r was
left to the care of servants. A ugustine had taken Eva
with him 011 a to u r to Verm ont, and had persuaded his
cousin, Miss Ophelia St. Clare, to re tu rn w ith him to
Louisiana to look a fte r his little daughter.
Miss Ophelia was forty-five years old, tall, thin and
energetic. She had a clear, strong, active m ind, and,
though she was never much of a talker, her words
were always direct and to the purpose. To her the word
‘o u g h t’ was law, and nothing could keep h e r from doing
her duty.
Though Miss Ophelia she was so d ifferen t from easy,
unpunctual, unpractical, skeptical A ugustine St. Clare,
she always loved him . Then she liked the lovely little
girl. And when he asked her to go w ith him to New O r
leans, she agreed.
candy — конфеты
Soon they got on really friendly terms. — Вскоре они
по-настоящему подружились,
to take in wood — чтобы запастись дровами
with a mocking sm ile — с насмешливой улыбкой
to take off a couple of hundred for his sm artness —
скостить пару сотен за его ум
rocking-horse — игруш ечная деревянная лошадка-
качал ка
Vermont — Вермонт; ш тат на северо-востоке США
belle — красавица
who fancied all the time that she was ill — которая всё
время находила у себя воображаемые болезни
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though she was never much of a talker, her words were
always direct and to the purpose — хотя слов она
попусту не тратит, но уж если говорит, то прямо и
по существу
A ctiv ities
1) W here did Uncle Tom meet Eva?

2) How did they make friends?
3) W hen did Tom save Eva?
4) How did E va’s fa th e r th an k him?
5) W hy did Eva ask h er fa th e r to buy Tom?
6) W hat kind of person was Ophelia St. Clare?
1) Haley took off Tom ’s shackles and handcuffs be

cause... .
2) Eva a ttra c te d everyone’s atten tio n because... .
3) St. Clare bought Tom because... .
4) Miss Ophelia decided to come to New Orleans be
cause... .
1. Explain in your own words who is:
• a passenger
• planter
• a talk er
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balance crew patience candy
1) Eva often came to v isit the slaves and bro ug ht

fo r them ________ and fru it.
2) Haley liked Tom ’s ________ and began to tr u s t
him.
3) Eva lost h er ________ and fell over the side of
the boat into the w ater.
4) Before the end of the trip th e ________ cleaned
the steam er.
Discussing the Text
1. Talk about Uncle Tom and Eva. Describe:
1) how they m et on the boat;

2) how they made friends;
3) how Tom saved Eva when she fell into the river;
4) how her fa th e r bought Tom to take him w ith his
fam ily to New Orleans.
2. Prove that Eva was an unusual girl with unusual

ideas.
CHAPTER 14
The carriage stopped in fro n t of an old mansion,

built in that strange m ixture of Spanish and French
style, t h a t was still seen in some p a rts of New Orle
ans. In the middle of the courtyard, a fo u n tain threw
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high its clear w ater, which fell in a marble basin, full
of gold and silver fish. A round the fo u n tain ra n a walk,
surrounded by plants of the tropics and flowers. On the
whole, the place was splendid and rom antic.
As the carriage drove in, Eva seemed like a bird
ready to get away from a cage.
“O, isn ’t it beautiful, lovely!” she said to Miss Ophe
lia. “Isn’t it beau tifu l?”
“I t ’s a p re tty place,” said Miss Ophelia; “though it
looks ra th e r old to m e.”
St. Clare smiled. He tu rn e d to Tom, who was looking
round in adm iration, and said:
“Tom, my boy, this seem s to suit you.”
“Yes, M aster, it looks about the rig h t th in g ,” said
Tom.
Eva flew like a bird to a little bedroom, opening on
the verandah. A tall, dark-eyed woman half rose from
a couch.
“Mamma!” said Eva, throw ing herself on h er neck.
“T hat will do, child. Don’t, you make my head ache,”
said the m other, a fte r she had kissed her.
St. Clare came in, w ith his cousin. Marie curiously
lifted her large eyes on Miss Ophelia. A crowd of serv
an ts were now seen a t the door, and among them a m id
dle-aged m ulatto woman.
“O, th e r e ’s Mammy!” said Eva.
She flew across the room, threw herself into her
arm s, and kissed her more th an once. This woman did
not tell her th a t she made her head ache. She hugged
her, and laughed, and cried. Then Eva flew from h e r to
another, shaking hands and kissing.
“Well!” said Miss Ophelia, “you southern people can
do som ething th a t I couldn’t . ”
“W h a t? ” said St. Clare.
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“Well, I w ant to be kind to everybody, b u t kissing —”
“N iggers,” said St. Clare. “That you’re not up to?”
“Yes, t h a t ’s it. How can she?”
St. Clare laughed. “Here, you all — Mammy, Jim m y,
Polly, Sukey — glad to see M aster?” he said, as he went
shaking hands from one to another.
Miss Ophelia took charge of the house in a few days
a fte r th e ir arrival. Marie St. Clare had been a terrible
housekeeper. Things were bad enough even before she
decided th a t she had several d iffe re n t diseases, and be
gan spending m ost of her tim e on her couch with a nov
el and sm elling-salts. A t the tim e of Miss Ophelia’s a r
rival, everything had gone from bad to worse.
Miss Ophelia was up a t four o’clock, ready for work.
The practical lady looked over store-rooms, cupboards, cel
lars, and closets. Then she went to the kitchen, opened all
the draw ers and set things in order with her own hands.
But the day a fte r the kitchen looked again as if it had
been arranged by a hurricane blowing through it.
A lm ost all the serv an ts agreed th a t Miss Ophelia was
‘cu rio u s.’ Some of them even th o u g h t th a t she was no
lady. Ladies never keep w orking as she did, they said.
Even Marie said th a t it was absolutely tirin g to see
Cousin Ophelia always so busy.
A ugustine St. Clare made Tom the head coachman.
He was kept well dressed, because Marie St. Clare said
th a t she could not have any smell of the horses about
him when he came near her. In his good su it, w ith his
serious, kind black face, he looked very respectable.
A day or two a fte r the re tu rn home, St. Clare sent
Tom on some errands. He was surprised to see how
quickly and how well his new serv an t did them . Then
he gave him more and more tasks, and finally Tom was
asked to provide the fam ily w ith everything they needed.
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Tom and Eva had become close friends. The girl
asked her fa th e r th a t he m ight be her special servant,
in her walks or rides. Tom had orders to let everything
else go, and take Miss Eva whenever she w anted him.
And these orders were very pleasant to him.
A fte r a w hile Tom felt so hom esick, t h a t he d e
cided to w rite a le tte r home. He got a sh eet of paper
from Eva and s a t a t th e table, try in g to rem em ber
M aster G eo rg e’s in s tru c tio n s . I t was n o t easy. He had
fo rg o tte n th e form s of some of th e le tte rs . Those he
did rem em ber, he did n o t know ex actly w hich to use.
W h ile he was w orking, and b re a th in g very h a rd , Eva
flew in to his room , like a b ird , and looked over his
shou lder.
“0 , Uncle Tom! W h at funny th in g s you are making,
there!”
“I ’m try in g to w rite to my poor old woman, Miss
Eva, and my little ch ild ren ,” said Tom, sadly. “B u t I ’m
afraid I c an ’t do it .”
“I ’m so sorry, Tom, I can ’t help you! Last year
I could w rite all the letters, bu t I ’m afraid I ’ve fo rg o t
te n .”
Eva p u t her golden head close to his, and th e two
began a discussion over every word.
“Look, Uncle Tom, it really begins to look b e a u ti
f u l,” said Eva. “How happy you r wife will be, and th e
poor little children! O, i t ’s a sham e you ever had to go
away from them! I ’ll ask papa to let you go back, some
tim e .”
“Missis said th a t she would send down money for
me, as soon as they could get i t , ” said Tom. “Young
M aster George said h e’d come for me. He gave me this
dollar as a sig n .” And Tom showed the girl the silver
dollar.
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“О, h e’ll certainly «гсае, then!” said Eva. “I ’m so
glad!”
“I say, Tom!” said £. it Clare, coming into the room.
“W h a t’s h ere?”
“O, i t ’s Tom’s lettei L t’m helping him to w rite i t ,”
said Eva; “is n ’t it nice?’ ’
“I th in k , Tom, you' 'd b e tte r get me to w rite your
letter for you,” said St.C. lare. “I ’ll do it, when I come
home from my rid e.”
The le tte r for Tomw. us w ritten th a t evening, and
taken to the post-office.
One A ugust morning Tj 'om received the answ er from
George Shelby.
The boy w rote th a t .uAnt Chloe had gone to work for
a baker in Louisville, weilre she got fo u r dollars a week
for her w onderful cakes h. Irs. Shelby p u t all of the mo
ney into the bank to bu ПуГот back. Mose and Pete were
well, and baby Polly \isvf already ru n n in g around the
house, under the care с tf;he Shelby family. The rest of
this le tte r gave a list f o: G eorge’s school subjects, and
also told the names о if ’ou r new horses, which were
bought since Tom had l<t.;f
Tom th o u g h t th a t i vt ms the most w onderful letter,
lie was never tired of >olcking a t it, and he even spoke
to Eva about getting ; il framed and hung up in his
room.
H elpful V \ord s & N otes
built in that strange ibnxture of Spanish and French

style — выстроенна >n в т о м странном полуиспан-
ском, полуфранцузсвмса стиле (В районе Нового Ор
леана на протяж ени швескольких столетий соперни-
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чали испанцы и французы, что повлияло на х ар ак
тер городской архитектуры .)
marble basin — мраморный бассейн
this seems to suit you — тебе это, похоже, по душе
That you’re not up to? — На это вас не хватит?
Marie St. Clare had been a terrible housekeeper. — Ма
ри Сен-Клер совсем не занималась домашним хозяй
ством.
sm elling salts — ню хательная соль; порошки с эфир
ными маслами, которые использовались для снятия
головной боли и предупреждения обмороков
as if it had been arranged by a hurricane blowing
through it — к а к будто по ней пронесся ураган
St. Clare sent Tom on some errands — Сен-Клер дал
Тому несколько поручений
to let everything else go — отложить все другие дела
Tom felt so homesick — Том так заскучал по дому
about gettin g it framed and hung up in his room —
о том, чтобы вставить его в рамку и повесить на стену
A ctivities
1) W hat kind of place was the St. C lares’ house in

New Orleans?
2) W h a t did Miss Ophelia think about E va’s kissing
the slaves?
3) W hy did St. Clare need his cousin’s help w ith the
house?
4) W h a t did the slaves th in k about Miss Ophelia?
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5) W hy did Tom decide to w rite a le tte r home?
6) W h at kind of answ er did Tom receive?
1) The courtyard of St. C lares’ mansion had

a ________ with gold and silver fish.
2) Marie St. Clare spent most of h e r tim e on
a ________ w ith a novel and sm elling salts.
3) Mr. St. Clare made Tom the head _________.
4 ) ________ w rote the le tte r for Tom.
Ю Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
housekeeper verandah cage baker
1) Eva seemed like a bird ready to get away from

a _________.
2) Marie St. Clare was a terrible _________.
3) A u n t Chloe went to work for a to make
money and buy Tom back.
4) M arie’s bedroom opened on the _________.
2. Fill in the prepositions over, as, in, on.
1) Eva threw herself _____ her m o th er’s neck.

2) Miss Ophelia set things ______ order w ith her own
hands.
3) Eva looked _____ Uncle Tom’s shoulder.
4) George Shelby gave Tom a silver dollar _____
a sign th a t he would come for him some day.
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1. Describe Tom’s Life in New Orleans.
2. Prove that Eva saw no differences between black

and white people.
CHAPTER 15
We see our friend Tom again two years later. The

St. Clare fam ily had gone for the sum m er to th e ir vil
la on Lake P o n tch a rtrain . The villa was a cottage with
light bamboo verandahs, surrounded by b eau tiful g a r
dens. The drawing-room opened on to a large garden,
where w inding paths ran down to the banks of the lake.
It was one of those golden sunsets which make the
water another sky. Tom and Eva were seated on a bench
near the lake.
“Tom ,” said Eva, “I ’m going to die soon.”
The faithful old heart felt a sudden thrust. Tom
couldn’t say a word. He th o u g h t how often he had no
ticed, th a t E va’s little hands had grown th in n e r, and
how, when she ran or played in the garden, as she once
could for hours, she became soon very tired.
A t th a t mom ent Tom and Eva heard the voice of
Miss Ophelia.
“Eva — Eva! You m u s tn ’t be out there! I t ’s g e ttin g
cool!”
Eva and Tom h u rried back to the house.
Miss Ophelia had long been w orried about Eva. She
tried to talk to St. Clare about her fears, bu t he refused
to hear her suggestions.
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“You needn’t w orry, Cousin!” he said. “Don’t you
see th a t the child is only growing? Children always lose
stre n g th when they grow fa s t.”
“B ut she has th a t cough!”
“O! Nonsense! She has caught a little cold, p erh ap s,”
said St. Clare. “Take care of th e child, keep her from
the n ig h t air. Don’t let her play too hard, and sh e ’ll do
well enough.”
So he said, b u t he became nervous. He watched Eva,
spent more tim e w ith her th a n before, and took her
more often to ride w ith him.
M arie St. Clare paid even less a tte n tio n to h er
c h ild ’s h e a lth , because she was too bu sy stu d y in g two
or th re e new diseases w hich she believed she h erself
had. M arie was su re th a t nobody a ro u n d h e r could be
as sick as h e rse lf. I t was n o th in g b u t laziness, she
said.
A bout th is tim e, S t. C la re ’s b ro th e r A lfre d , w ith
his eldest son sp e n t a day or two w ith th e fam ily a t
the lake. H en riq u e was a noble, dark-eyed boy of
twelve.
The two cousins began going fo r long rides together.
Eva had a little w hite pony, H enrique had brought his
own horse, a small black Arabian.
One m orning when the children were ready to go for
their ride, H enrique saw some d u st on his horse.
“W h a t’s th is, Dodo, you little lazy dog? You hav en ’t
rubbed my horse down th is morning!” he said to his
servant, a little m ulatto boy of about th irteen .
“Yes, M aster,” said Dodo. “He rubbed him , but he
ju s t —”
“S h u t your mouth!” said H enrique, violently raising
his whip.
“M aster Henrique!” he began.
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H enrique stru c k him across the face w ith his whip.
Then he seized one of his arm s, forced him on to his
knees, and beat him till he was out of breath.
“Now will you learn not to answ er back when I speak
to you? Take the horse back, and clean him properly. I ’ll
teach you your place!”
“Young M aster,” said Tom, “he was going to say,
th a t the horse rolled on the ground when he was b rin g
ing him up from the stable. T h a t’s the way he got th a t
d irt on h im .”
“You hold your tongue till you’re asked to speak!”
said H enrique.
He tu rn ed and walked to speak to Eva, who was
stan d in g on the verandah.
“Dear Cousin, I ’m sorry th is stupid fellow has kept
you w aitin g ,” he said. “L e t’s sit down here, on this seat
till they come. W h a t’s the m atte r, Cousin?”
“How could you be so cruel to poor Dodo?” asked
Eva.
“Cruel!” said the boy, surprised. “W hat do you mean,
dear Eva?”
“I d o n ’t w ant you to call me dear Eva, when you do
such th in g s,” said Eva.
“Dear Cousin, you don’t know Dodo. H e’s so lazy.
And I c a n ’t believe a word he says. The only way is
to put him down at once, no t let him open his m outh.
T h a t’s the way papa does.”
“But Uncle Tom said it was an accident, and he nev
er tells w hat is n ’t tr u e .”
“H e’s an uncommon old nigger, then!” said H enrique.
“Dodo will lie as fa st as he can speak.”
“H e’s frigh tened . And you beat h im .”
“A whipping does him good. O, well, I won’t beat
him again before you, if you d o n ’t like i t . ”
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Dodo soon appeared, w ith the horses.
“Well, Dodo, y o u ’ve done p re tty well, th is tim e ,”
said his young m aster. “Come, now, and hold Miss E va’s
horse while I pu t her on to the saddle.”
Dodo came and stood by E va’s pony. His face was
sad. Ilis eyes looked as if he had been crying.
H enrique helped his cousin into the saddle, and,
g ath erin g the reins, placed them in her hands. B ut Eva
bent to the other side of the horse, where Dodo was
standing, and said, “T h a t’s a good boy, Dodo. Thank
you!”
Dodo looked up in am azem ent into the sweet young
face. The blood rushed to his cheeks, and the tears to
his eyes.
“Here, Dodo,” said his m aster and handed the boy
a coin. “Go get some candy, Dodo.”
And H enrique rode off a fte r Eva. Dodo stood looking
a fte r the two children. One had given him money. And
the o th er had given him w hat he wanted more — a kind
word.
The two bro th ers St. Clare were seated in the v e ra n
dah, playing chess, when A ugustine said, “There come
the children.” And he h u rried down to take his d au g h ter
Eva off her horse.
“Eva darling! Y ou’re not much tire d ? ” he said, as
lie clasped her in his arm s. E va’s sh o rt, hard breathing
alarmed her fa th e r. “How could you ride so fast, dear?
You know i t ’s bad for you.”
“ I fe lt so well, p apa, and liked it so m u ch , I f o r
g o t.”
St. Clare carried her in his arm s into the draw ing
room, and laid h er on the sofa. H enrique sat down by
the sofa, and took Eva’s hand.
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It was one of those golden sunsets which make the wa

ter another sky. — Это был один из тех золотистых
закатов, которые отраж аю тся в воде, неотличимой
от неба.
The faithful old heart felt a sudden thrust. — Сердце
верного старого слуги сжалось.
Arabian — арабский конь
to put him down — осадить его
A whipping does him good. — Л и ш н я я порка ему толь
ко на пользу.
A ctivities
1) The St. Clare fam ily w ent for the sum m er to Ma
r ie ’s home.
2) Eva was seriously ill, and she felt worse and
worse.
3) E va’s p aren ts were w orried about her health.
4) Mr. St. C lare’s fa th e r came w ith a visit.
5) H enrique whipped his slave because he had al
lowed his horse to get dirty.
6) Eva gave Dodo a coin for candy.
2. Fill in the names.
1) bro u g h t his own horse, a small black

A rabian.
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2) ________ trie d to explain to H enrique w hat had
really happened w ith the horse.
3) ________ carried Eva to the house in h e r arm s.
cold health disease cough
1) Miss Ophelia was w orried about E va’s _________.

2) The girl had a bad _________, and she became
tired very soon.
3) E va’s fa th e r th o u g h t she had caught a _________.
4) Marie paid little a tte n tio n to h er d a u g h te r’s
2. Fill in the prepositions by, for, in, with.
1) Eva and h er cousin began going _____ long rides

together.
2) H enrique stru c k him across the face _____ his
whip.
3) Dodo looked up _____ am azem ent in E va’s face.
4) H enrique sa t down the sofa, and took
E va’s hand.
Discussing the Text
1. Describe the incident with Dodo. Say:
1) why H enrique whipped the boy.

2) who defended him.
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3) the whole story changed the young m aster and
his slave.
Give your opinion.
H enrique d id n ’t believe Dodo when he trie d to give

an explanation. Can you say why? Can you th in k of
an o th er ch aracter of this book who was sure th a t the
slaves were ju s t lazy?
CHAPTER 16
Soon A lfre d S t. Clare and his son w ent back home.

E va’s h e a lth began to g e t w orse v ery fa s t, an d the
doctor was fin a lly called. Marie suddenly took a new
turn.
“I knew i t , ” she said. “I always felt th a t my only
child would die before my eyes.”
“My dear M arie, d o n ’t talk like th at!” said St. Clare.
“You don’t have m o th er’s feelings, St. Clare!” said
Marie. “If you d o n ’t feel when your only child is so
sick, 1 do. I t ’s too much for m e.”
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“I t ’s tr u e ,” said St. Clare, “th a t E v a’s situ a tio n is
critical. B ut the doctor says th ere is still hope.”
In a week or two, E va’s health even improved. She
played and laughed again. H er happy fa th e r said th a t
she soon would be all rig h t. Miss Ophelia and the doc
to r alone knew th a t it was not tru e . There was one o th
er h eart, too, th a t felt the same, and th a t was the little
h e a rt of Eva.
One afternoon the girl came up th e verandah steps to
her fa th e r and sat beside him.
“P a p a ,” said Eva, firm ly, “I w ant to say som ething
to you. I w ant to say it now, before I get w eaker.”
“O, now, my dear little Eva!” said St. Clare, tr y
ing to speak cheerfully. “You m u s tn ’t have such sad
th o u g h ts. See here, I ’ve bought a s ta tu e tte fo r you!”
“No, p ap a,” said Eva, p u ttin g it gently away, “don’t
deceive yourself! I am not any b etter, I know it perfectly
well. And I w ant you to do som ething for m e.”
“Yes, dear, I will do anything in the world. A ny
th in g you could ask me to .”
“Papa, isn’t there some way to have all the slaves
made free?”
“T h a t’s a d iffic u lt question, dear. T here’s no doubt
th a t this way is a very bad one. Many people th in k so.
I myself wish th a t th ere were not a slave in o ur coun
try . B ut, then, I don’t know w hat can be done about it!”
“Papa, you are such a good man, and so nohle, and
kind. And people always listen to you. Couldn’t you go
around and ask people to set the slaves free? W hen I am
dead, papa, th en you will th in k about me, and try to do
th is .”
“W hen you are dead, E va,” said St. Clare, with emo
tion. “My dear little Eva! Oh, don’t talk like th a t. I tell
you I can’t let you go, E va.”
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“Papa, I know how m uch you love me. And, oh,
1 love you so much. B ut these poor creatu res love th eir
children as much as you love me. Do som ething for
them! Poor Mammy loves her children. And Tom loves
his little children, too. Still he had to leave them . If
anything happens to you, w hat would become of them ?
There are very few men like you, papa. Uncle A lfred
isn ’t like you, and mam ma is n ’t , ” said Eva sadly. “And
promise me, dear fa th e r, th a t you will make Tom free,
so he can go back to his ch ild ren.”
“I prom ise, d a rlin g ,” said St. Clare.
Eva died one early m orning, in the end of sum m er.

Then there was a funeral, and carriages drove up to the
door, and stran g e rs came, and there were w hite flowers
everywhere in the house. St. Clare stood beside the little
grave — he could not realize th a t it was his Eva there.
In a few days the St. Clare fam ily left th e house
and garden, w ith its little grave, and re tu rn e d to New
Orleans. St. Clare walked the stre e ts , and he smiled,
and talked to people, and read th e new spapers. W ho
could see th a t he used all these sm iles to hide his deep
grief?
“ Mr. St. Clare is a stran g e m a n ,” said Marie to Miss
Ophelia, in a complaining tone. “I used to th in k , if there
was an y th in g in the world he did love, it was our dear
little Eva. B ut he seems to be fo rg ettin g h er very easily.
I c a n ’t ever get him to talk about her. I really th o u g h t
he would show more feeling!”
“Still waters run deepest, they say,” said Miss Ophelia.
“О, I don’t believe in such thing s. If people have
feeling, they show i t . ”
“Missis, M aster St. Clare is gettin g th in . He eats
n o th in g ,” said Mammy. “I know he doesn’t forget Miss
ill
Eva. Nobody could. Dear little girl!” she added, wiping
her eyes.
While this conversation was taking place in the draw
ing-room, another was going 011 in St. Clare’s library.
“Tom,” said St. Clare, “I ’m going to make you a free
man. So pack your th ing s and get ready to go back to
K entucky.”
The sudden lig h t of joy shone in Tom’s face.
“Thank you so much, s i r ,” he whispered.
St. Clare d id n ’t like it th a t Tom should be so ready
to leave him.
“You hav en’t had very bad tim es here, th a t you need
be so happy, Tom ,” he said drily.
“No, no, Master! It is n ’t that! I t ’s being a free man!
T h a t’s w hat I ’m so happy a b o u t.”
“W hy, Tom, you know, you can’t possibly earn, by
your work, such clothes and such living as I have given
you.”
“I know all th a t, M aster St. Clare. You’ve been very
good to me, M aster, b u t I ’d ra th e r have poor clothes,
poor house, poor everything, and have them mine, th an
have the best, and have them any m a n ’s else. I think
it’s nature.”
“I suppose so, Tom, and y o u ’ll be going off and leav
ing me, in a m onth or so,” said St. Claire.
“Not while M aster’s in tro u b le,” said Tom. “I ’ll stay
w ith M aster as long as he w ants m e.”
“Not while I ’m in trouble, Tom?” said St. Clare,
looking sadly out of the window. “And you really mean
to stay till my trouble is over? Ah, Tom, you silly boy!
I won’t keep you till th a t day. Go home to your wife
and children, and give my love to everyone.”
St. Clare got up and walked th o u g h tfu lly up and
down the library. He seemed to forget everything in his
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own th o u g h ts. Tom had to tell him twice th a t the tea
bell had ru n g , before he could get his atten tio n .
St. Clare was absent and th o u g h tfu l, all tea-tim e. A f
te r tea, he and Marie and Miss Ophelia came into the
drawing-room.
Marie lay down on the sofa, under a silk m osqui
to cu rtain , and was soon asleep. Miss Ophelia took her
k n ittin g . St. Clare sat down to the piano, and began
playing a soft and melancholy tune.
“Dear little Eva, poor child!” said St. Clare, stop
ping, th o ug h tfully . “She had set her sim ple soul on
a good work for me.”
It was the firs t tim e since E v a’s death th a t he had
ever said as many words to his cousin. And he was
speaking with very stro n g feeling.
“We should do som ething to change th is bad system
th a t lies a t the foundation of all our society,” he added.
“You see, I am b rav er than I was, because I have lost
everything. And a person who has nothing to lose can
afford all risk s.”
“A nd w hat are you going to do?” said Miss Ophelia.
“My d u ty , I hope, to th e poor and m iserable,” said
St. Clare. “I ’m going to begin w ith my own se rv a n ts,
for whom I have yet done n oth in g. And, perhaps, some
day, I could do som ething to save my co u n try from
slav ery .”
“Do you think it possible th a t a nation ever will vol
u n tarily set the negroes free?” asked Miss Ophelia.
“I don’t know,” said St. Clare. “Perhaps, among us
may be found generous souls, who do not estim ate hon
our and justice by dollars and cents.”
Miss Ophelia did not reply. There was a pause of
some moments. St. Clare walked up and down the room
for some m inutes more, and then said:
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“I ’ll go down stre e t, a few m om ents, and hear the
new s.”
He took his h a t, and went out. Tom followed him to
the gate, and asked if he should go w ith him.
“No, my boy,” said St. Clare. “I’ll be back in
an h o u r.”

Marie suddenly took a new turn, — Мари вдруг смени
ла тактику.
isn ’t there some way to have all the slaves made free —
нельзя ли отпустить всех рабов на волю
this way is a very bad one — то, что происходит сей
час — это очень плохо
Still waters run deepest — В тихом омуте черти водятся
I think it’s nature. — Я думаю, такова природа человека.
She had set her simple soul on a good work for me. —
Ее простая душ а вывела меня на правильный путь.
Perhaps, am ong us may be found generous souls, who
do not estim ate honour and justice by dollars and
cents. — Возможно, среди нас найдутся благородные
люди, которые не считают возможным оценивать
честь и справедливость в долларах и центах.
A ctivities
1) W h at did Eva ask his fath e r before her death?
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2) W hy did Marie th in k th a t her husband was
a stran g e man?
3) W h at did St. Clare tell Torn?
4) W hy was Tom so happy when his m aster prom
ised him freedom?
5) W h a t decision did St. Clare make th a t evening?
2. Put the sentences in the right order.

1) St. Clare decided to do som ething to save the
country from slavery.
2) Eva asked h er fa th e r to free Tom.
3) The St. Clare family left the house and garden,
w ith its little grave, and retu rn ed to New Orleans.
4) E va’s health began to get worse very fast, and
the doctor was finally called.
5) Marie suddenly took a new tu rn .
1. Fill in the adjectives from the box.
free melancholy deep critical
1) E v a’s situ atio n was _________, but her fam ily still
tried to hope for the best.
2) St. Clare used his smiles to hide h i s ________ grief.
3) E v a’s fa th e r promised to set Tom ________ .
4) He sat down to the piano, and played a soft and
________ tune.
2. Report the sentences in indirect speech.
1) “You don’t have m o th er’s feelings, S t. Clare!”

said Marie.
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2) “Papa, d o n ’t deceive y o u rself,” said Eva.
3) “Y ou’ve been very good to me, M aster,” said
Tom.
4) “And w hat are you going to do?” said Miss Oph
elia.

1. Talk about the promises St. Clare made to his
daughter before her death. How could he fu lfill
them? Give your ideas.
2. “S till waters run deepest,” said Miss Ophelia about

her cousin. Can you explain what she meant?
CHAPTER 17
Tom sat down in the v erand ah. It was a b eau tifu l

m oonlight evening. Tom th o u g h t of his home, and th a t
he should soon be a free m an, and he could r e tu r n to
it. He th o u g h t how he should work to buy his wife and
children. Then he th o u g h t of his noble young m aster,
and th en his th o u g h ts passed on to th e b eau tifu l Eva.
A nd, so th in k in g , he fell asleep, and dream ed he saw
her com ing tow ards him , ju s t as she used to come, w ith
flowers in h e r h a ir, h er cheeks b rig h t, and h er eyes
happy.
Suddenly Tom heard a loud knocking, and a sound
of m any voices a t the gate. He h u rrie d to open it. Sev
eral men came in, b rin g in g a body. The lig h t of the
lamp fell on th e face. Tom gave a wild cry of am aze
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m ent and despair, as the men approached th e open door
of the draw ing-room , w here Miss Ophelia still sa t k n it
tin g .
St. Clare had gone into a cafe, to look over
an evening paper. As he was reading, two gentlemen,
whom he slightly knew, quarreled. St. Clare and one or
two others tried to separate them , and St. Clare was fa
tally wounded with a knife in the struggle.
The house was full of cries, shrieks and screams
of Marie St. Clare and servants. Tom and Miss Ophe
lia alone seemed to have any presence of mind. A t Miss
Ophelia’s direction, St. Clare was taken to th e draw ing
room. The doctor arrived, and made his exam ination. It
was clear, from the expression of his face, th a t there
was no hope. He dressed the wound, and then looked at
the frigh ten ed servants, who had gathered by the doors
and windows of the verandah.
“Now,” said the doctor, “we m ust tu rn all these crea
tu res out. He should be kept q u iet.”
St. Clare opened his eyes, and looked a t the negro
servants, whom Miss Ophelia and the doctor were try in g
to get from the verandah.
“Poor creatures!” said St. Clare, and an expression of
b itte r self-reproach passed over his face. A fte r a while,
he laid his hand on Tom’s, who was stand ing beside him,
and said, “Tom! Poor fellow!”
“W h at, M aster?” asked Tom.
“I am dying!” said St. Clare, pressing his hand.
A few m om ents later he was gone.
W hen the negro servan ts knew th a t th e ir kind m as
ter was dead, th eir sobs and groans and shrieks of de
spair filled every room and gallery of the house. They
had all loved him. And they knew th a t they had lost
a kind friend.
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Marie, at the time her husband breathed his last,
was passing from one fainting fit to another. Miss
Ophelia, w ith her stre n g th and self-control, had re
mained w ith her cousin to the last, doing everything of
the little th a t could be done.
The funeral was over, with prayers, and sad fa
ces. Then the cool, m uddy waves of every-day life rolled
back. “W h at is to be done n e x t? ” was the question in
everybody’s eyes.
Miss Ophelia began to th in k about going back to her
n o rth e rn home. Marie St. Clare spent m ost of her tim e
w ith the dressm akers. The serv an ts felt she had no feel
ing for them . They knew th a t, a fte r th e ir m a s te r’s
death, there would be no screen between them and ty
rannical m istress in whose hands they were left.
It was about a fo rtn ig h t a fte r the fu n eral, th a t Miss
Ophelia heard a gentle knock at her door. She opened it
and saw Rosa, the p re tty young quadroon. H er h a ir was
in disorder, and her eyes red w ith crying.
“O, Miss Ophelia,” she said, falling on her knees, and
catching the sk irt of her dress, “Please go to Miss Marie
for me! She’s going to send me out to be whipped! Look
there!” And she handed to Miss Ophelia a piece of paper.
It was an order, w ritten in M arie’s hand, to the m as
te r of a whipping-house to give the girl fifteen lashes.
“You know, Miss Ophelia, I was trying on Miss
Marie’s dress, and she slapped my face. I spoke out before
I thought. She said that she’d bring me down, once and
for all. She wrote this, and said th a t I should carry it.”
Miss Ophelia looked a t the paper in her hand.
“You see, Miss Ophelia,” said Rosa, “I don’t mind
the whipping so much from Miss Marie or you. B ut
to be sent to a man! And such a terrible man! Such
a shame, Miss Ophelia!”
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Miss Ophelia knew th a t women and young girls were
sent to w hipping-houses. She had known it before, but
she had never realized how awful it was fo r them . She
crushed the paper firm ly in h er hand, and said to Rosa:
“Sit down, child, while I go to your m istre ss.”
She found Marie sittin g up in her easy chair, w ith
Mammy stan d in g by her, b rush ing her hair.
“How are you today?” said Miss Ophelia.
A deep sigh, and a closing of the eyes, was the only
answer, for a moment. Then Marie said:
“О, I don’t know, Cousin. I th ink I’m as well as
I ever shall be!” and Marie wiped h er eyes w ith a h and
kerchief.
“I need to speak w ith you about poor R osa,” said
Miss Ophelia, w ith a sh o rt, dry cough.
M arie’s eyes were open wide enough now, and she
answered, sharply,
“W ell, what about h er?”
“She is very sorry fo r her f a u lt.”
“She is, is she? I ’m tired of th a t child’s bad beha
viour. Now I ’ll bring her down. I ’ll make her lie in the
dust!”
“B ut couldn’t you punish h er some oth er way? Some
way th a t would be less sham eful?”
“T h a t’s ju s t w hat I want. She’s forgotten who she is.
I’ll give her one lesson th a t will b ring her down!”
“B ut t h a t ’s so cruel!” said Miss Ophelia, w ith energy.
“I ’d like to know w hat cruel is! I w rote orders for
only fifteen lashes. I ’m sure th e re ’s no cruelty there.
It m ight seem so to anybody w ith your feeling. B ut all
these creatu res get used to it. I t ’s the only way they can
be kept in order. Let them all know th a t I ’ll send every
one out to be whipped, one a fte r another, if they forget
themselves!” said Marie, looking around her decidedly.
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Miss Ophelia sat for a moment, as if she had swal
lowed some explosive mixture, and were ready to burst.
Then she gathered herself up, and walked out of the room.
It was hard to go back and tell Rosa th a t she could
do nothing for her. Shortly a fte r th a t, one of the m an
servan ts came to say th a t her m istress had ordered him
to take Rosa w ith him to the whipping-house.

presence of mind — присутствие духа
dressed the wound — перевязал рану
Marie, at the time her husband breathed his last, was
passing from one fainting fit to another. — Когда
м уж Мари умирал, у нее один обморок сменялся
другим.
there would be no screen between them and tyrannical
m istress — н и к ак а я сила не защ итит их от деспо
тичной хозяйки
whipping-house — специальное заведение для порки рабов
She said that she’d bring me down, once and for all. —
Она сказала, что приструнит меня раз и навсегда,
as if she had swallowed some explosive mixture, and
were ready to burst — к ак будто она проглотила
какую-то взрывоопасную смесь, и ее вот-вот разо
рвет на части
A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) dream ed about Eva.
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2) dressed St. C lare’s wound.
3) was passing from one fa in tin g fit to another.
4) began to th in k about going back to the north.
5) ordered to give Rosa fifteen lashes of the whip.
1) W hat happened to Augustine St. Clare in the cafe?

2) How did the fam ily and serv ants take St. Clare’s
death?
3) W ho rem ained w ith him to the last?
4) W hy were th e slaves so worried about th e ir f u
tu re a fte r th e ir m a s te r’s death?
5) W h at happened to Rosa a fte r the funeral?
1. Fill in the gaps with the adjectives from the box.
sudden frigh ten ed m uddy b itte r
1) An expression of self-reproach passed

over St. C lare’s face.
2) A fte r the funeral the cool, ________ waves of ev
ery-day life rolled back.
3) St. Clare’s death was very ________ , and he had
no tim e to free Tom.
4) The _________ servants gathered by the doors and
windows of the verandah.
2. Fill in prepositions if necessary.
1) St. Clare was wounded a knife in the

struggle.
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2) Rosa was try in g _____ M arie’s dress, when she
slapped _____ her face.
3) R osa’s h a ir was _____ disorder, and her eyes
were red _____ crying.
4) Ophelia gathered herself _____ and walked out of
the room.
ffr Discussing the Text

1. Prove that Mr. St. Clare’s death was a shock to his
fam ily and slaves.
2. Describe the conversation between Marie and Ophe

lia about R osa’s punishment.
W hy did Rosa ask Miss Ophelia for help? W hy

couldn’t she help her? Give your ideas.
CHAPTER 18
A few days afte r, Tom was stand in g by the balco

nies, when one of the servants, Adolph, came up to him.
“Do you know, Tom, th a t we are all going to be
sold?” said Adolph.
“W here did you hear th a t? ” said Tom.
“I hid myself behind the curtains when Missis was
talking with the lawyer. She’s going to send us all off to
auction, Tom. All except Mammy and Jane. She’s going to
sell the house, too, and go back to her fa th e r’s plantation.”
Tom tu rn e d away w ith a heavy h eart. Freedom had
been so near. He had dream ed how he would re tu rn to
his wife and th e children.
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He w ent to Miss Ophelia, who had always treated
him w ith respectful kindness.
“Miss Ophelia,” he said. “M aster St. Clare promised
me my freedom. He told me th a t he had begun to take
it out for me. P erhaps, if you could speak about it to
Missis, she would agree to go on w ith it, because it was
M aster St. C lare’s w ish.”
“I ’ll speak for you, Tom, and do my b e st,” said Miss
Ophelia. “B ut, if it depends on Mrs. St. Clare, I can’t
hope much fo r you. N evertheless, I ’ll t r y .”
Miss Ophelia gathered herself up, and, tak in g her
k n ittin g , w ent to M arie’s room. She w anted to be as nice
as possible, and talk about Tom w ith all the diplomatic
skill which she had.
She found Marie on a sofa, surrounded by pillows.
One of the servants, Ja n e , who had been o u t shopping,
was p u ttin g before her pieces of th in black fabric.
“T h at will do,” said Marie, tak in g one of them .
“W hat do you th in k , Cousin?”
“You can judge about it b e tte r th an I,” said Miss
Ophelia.
“The fact is,” said Marie, “th a t I have no dresses
th a t I can wear. I am going off n ex t week. So I m ust
decide on som ething.”
“A re you going so soon?”
“Yes. St. C lare’s b ro th er has w ritten . He and the
lawyer th in k th a t I should p u t th e serv ants and f u r n i
ture up at auction, and leave the place w ith o u r law yer.”
“T here’s one th in g I w anted to speak to you ab ou t,”
said Miss Ophelia. “A ugustine promised Tom his fre e
dom, and began to prepare the papers. I hope you will
use your influence to have it done.”
“Indeed, I shall do no such thing!” said Marie, sh a rp
ly. “Tom is one of the m ost valuable servants. I c a n ’t
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let him go. Besides, why does he w ant freedom ? He’s
a great deal better off as he is.”
“B ut he w ants it, and his m aster prom ised i t , ” said
Miss Ophelia.
“I ’m sure he w ants i t , ” said Marie. “They all w ant
it. They always w ant som ething w hat they h av en ’t got.
Now, I’m again st se ttin g him free, in any case. Keep
a negro under the care of a m aster, and he does well
enough, and is respectable. B ut if you set them free,
and they get lazy, and won’t work, and s t a r t drinking.
I ’ve seen it hundreds of tim es.”
“B ut Tom is so steady and hard-w orking.”
“O, you needn’t tell me! I ’ve seen a hundred like him.
He’ll do very well, as long as he’s taken care of. T hat’s all.”
“B ut, th e n ,” said Miss Ophelia, “when you set him
up for sale, he can get a bad m a ste r.”
“O, t h a t ’s all nonsense!” said Marie. “It is one tim e
in a hundred th a t a good fellow gets a bad m aster. Most
m asters are good. I ’ve lived and grown up here, in the
S outh, and I ’ve never seen a m aster th a t d id n ’t tre a t his
serv an ts well.”
“W ell,” said Miss Ophelia, energetically, “I know it
was one of the last wishes of your husband th a t Tom
should have his freedom. It was one of the promises th a t
he made to dear little Eva. I d o n ’t th in k you would like
to break th a t prom ise.”
M arie began sobbing.
“Everybody goes ag ain st me!” she said. “How can you
be so unkind? I t ’s so hard to lose my only d a u g h te r and
a husband. And you seem to have so little feeling for
me. You keep talking about them so carelessly, when you
know how bad it is for me!”
A nd Marie sobbed, and told Mammy to open the w in
dow, and to b rin g her the sm elling-salts. Miss Ophelia
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retu rn ed to her room. She saw, a t once, th a t it would
do no good to say an y th in g more. B ut she did the next
best thing she could for Tom — she w rote a le tte r to
Mrs. Shelby, asking h e r to buy him, if possible.
The n ex t day, Tom and Adolph, and some oth er
St. Clare serv an ts, were sent to a slave warehouse, to
the tra d e r, who was going to sell them a t auction. The
warehouse was divided into two long rooms, one for
men, the o th er fo r women. They entered a long room,
full of many o ther men, of all ages and sizes. The tr a d
er, Mr. Skeggs, told the slaves to be good boys and go
to sleep, and left the warehouse.
The women’s room was full of girls and women,
sleeping on the floor. In a corner, s ittin g a p a rt from
the rest, were two women. One of them was a respecta
bly dressed m ulatto woman. She was fo rty or fifty years
old, w ith so ft eyes and a pleasant face. By her side was
a young girl of fifteen — her d au g h ter. She was a qu ad
roon, as may be seen from her fa ire r skin, th o ug h she
had h er m o th er’s soft, d ark eyes, w ith longer lashes, and
brown curly hair.
M other and d au g h ter, called Susan and Emmeline,
used to live in the house of a kind lady of New O rle
ans. She had carefully train ed them , and ta u g h t them
to read and w rite. And th e ir life had been as happy as
was possible. B ut the only son of the lady lost a large
am ount of money, and the creditors decided to sell these
two women and a lot of plantation slaves to get back the
money.
Both were crying, b u t each quietly, th a t the other
may no t hear.
“M other, ju s t lay your head on my lap, and see if
you can’t sleep a little ,” said the girl, try in g to appear
calm.
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“I ca n ’t sleep, Em. I t ’s the last n ig h t we may be to
gether!”
“0 , m other, d o n ’t say so! Perhaps we shall get sold
together. Who knows?”
“I ’m so afraid of losing you th a t I don’t see an y
th in g b u t the d an g e r,” said the woman.
“W hy, m other, the man said we would sell w ell.”
Susan remembered the m an ’s looks and words. She
remembered how he had looked a t Em m eline’s w hite lit
tle hands, and her curly hair.
“I w ant you to b ru sh your h a ir all back stra ig h t, to
m orrow ,” she said.
“W h a t for, m other? I don’t look so well, th a t w ay.”
“Yes, b u t you’ll sell better, if you look more respect
able.”
“Well, m other, th en I w ill.”
“And, Emmeline, if we shouldn’t ever see each o th
er again, a fte r tom orrow, always rem em ber how you’ve
been b ro u g h t up, and all Missis has told you.”
The poor woman knew th a t any m an, however c ru
el and b ru ta l, if he only had money to pay for her,
could become owner of h er dau g h ter, body and soul. She
th o u g h t about th a t, as she held her p re tty d a u g h te r in
h er arm s.
Early in the m orning Mr. Skeggs came in the w are
house, w ith his cigar in his m outh, for a last review be
fore the auction.
“How’s th is? ” he said, stepping in fro n t of Susan
and Emmeline. “W here are your curls, g irl? ”
The girl looked a t her m other, who answered:
“I was telling her, last n ight, to p u t up her h air
sm ooth and neat. It looks more respectable.”
“Nonsense!” said the man, tu rn in g to the girl. “You
go rig h t along, and make those curls again! And you go
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and help h e r,” he added, to the m other. “These curls may
make a hundred dollars difference in the sale of her.”

he had begun to take it out for me — он уже начал
оформление бумаг
fabric — ткань, материал
decide on som ething — что-то выбрать
He’s a great deal better off as he is. — Ему так гораз
до лучше ж ивется,
when you set him up for sale — когда вы выставите
его на продажу
she did the next best thing she could for Tom — она
сделала для Тома, что могла
slave warehouse — невольничий барак
the man said we were would sell well — тот человек
сказал, что нас продадут в хорошие руки
These curls may make a hundred dollars difference in
the sale of her. — Из-за этих кудряш ек за нее м ож
но будет выручить на сто долларов больше.
A ctivities
I. Say true or false. Correct the false statem ents.
1) Miss Ophelia told Tom th a t Marie was going to

sell alm ost all the slaves.
2) Marie asked her serv ant to buy pieces of black
fabric for her dresses.
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3) Ophelia decided to buy Tom herself.
4) Tom and o th er slaves from St. Clare’s home were
sent s tra ig h t to the action.
5) Emmeline was a p re tty quadroon girl w ith brown
curly hair.
1) Miss Ophelia needed all her patience and diplom at

ic skill in conversations w ith Marie because... .
2) Marie refused to set Tom free because... .
3) The tra d e r ordered Emmeline to make the curls
again because... .
ffl Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
auction warehouse review influence
1) Miss Ophelia had n o ________ on Marie St. Clare.

2) The ________ was divided into two p arts — one
for men, the o th er fo r women.
3) The lawyer recommended to p u t the slaves and
fu rn itu re up at _________.
4) The tra d e r came to the slave warehouse fo r a last
2. Choose the correct form of the verbs.
1) “If it (depend/depends) on Marie St. Clare, I c a n ’t

hope much fo r you,” said Ophelia.
2) The slaves were sent to the tra d e r who (w as/had
been) going to sell them at auction.
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3) “I t ’s the last n ig h t we (m ust/m ay) be together!”
said Susan.
4) Susan rem embered how the man (looked/had
looked) at Emmeline.

1. Describe the conversation between Ophelia and
Marie about Tom.
W h a t arg um en ts did Ophelia use? W hy were they

useless?
2. Talk about Susan and her daughter.
W hy did Susan ask her d a u g h te r Emmeline to brush

her h a ir stra ig h t back? W hy d id n ’t her tric k work?
CHAPTER 19
The slave m arket was a big b eautiful house with

a splendid dome and a fine marble floor. Here and there
were placed small platform s for the slaves, so th a t they
could be more easily seen by those who wished to buy
them . One of the platform s was surrounded by a group,
w aiting for the m om ent of sale. Among them were the
St. Clare servan ts — Tom, Adolph, and others. And
there were, too, Susan and Emmeline.
Tom stood exam ining the faces around him, tryin g
to find one whom he would wish to call m aster, lie saw
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a lot of men, every variety of commonplace men, who
pick up their fellow-men as one picks up chips, putting
them into the fire or a basket with the same face. But
he saw no St. Clare.
A little before th e sale, a sho rt, broad, m uscular
man elbowed his way through the crowd. He came up
to the group and began to examine the slaves. From the
moment th a t Tom saw him, he im m ediately felt horror
th a t increased as he came near. He was a stro n g man
with a round head, large, light-gray eyes, w ith sandy
eyebrows, and sun-burned hair. His hands were very
large, hairy, sun-burned, and very d irty .
The man seized Tom by the jaw, and pulled open
his m outh to see his teeth. Then he made him show his
muscles, tu rn ed him round, made him jum p.
“W here are you from ?” he asked.
“From K entucky, M aster,” said Tom.
“W h a t did you do?”
“I took care of M aster’s fa rm ,” said Tom.
“Likely story!” said the man, as he passed on. He
stood for a mom ent before Adolph, and then walked on.
Then he .stopped again before Susan and Emmeline. He
p u t out his heavy, d irty hand to the girl. He felt her
arm s, looked a t h e r teeth, and then pushed her back
again st h er m other.
The girl was frigh ten ed, and began to cry.
“Stop that!” said the salesman. “The sale is going to
begin.” And the sale began.
Adolph and the o ther St. Clare servants went to v a r
ious buyers.
“Now, up w ith you, boy!” said the salesman to Tom.
Tom stepped on the platform , gave a few anxious
looks round. And alm ost in a m om ent Tom was sold. He
was pushed from the platform . The sh o rt, round-headed
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man seized him by the shoulder, pushed him to one side,
saying, “S tand there, you!”
Tom hardly realized anything. B ut th e sale still went
on. The ham m er w ent down again. Susan was sold! She
went down from the p latfo rm , stopped, looked back a t
her d au g h ter. Then she looked w ith agony in the face of
the respectable middle-aged man who had bought her.
“O, M aster, please buy my daug h ter!”
“I ’d like to, b u t I ’m afraid I c a n ’t afford it!” said
the gentlem an, looking, w ith sym pathy, as the young
girl stepped on the platform . “I’ll do w hat I can,” said
the kind gentlem an.
B ut he could do n othing, because the bids were too
high. The ham m er fell — and the round-headed m an got
the girl too. Tom, Emmeline and two o th er men now had
a new m aster — Mr. Legree, owner of a cotton p la n ta
tion on the Red river.
The girl went off, crying. The kind gentlem an was
sorry for h er m other. B ut, then, the th in g happens eve
ry day, he said, it can ’t be helped. And he walked off,
taking Susan w ith him, in anotherdirection.
Mr. Simon Legree b ought slaves a t one place and an

o th er, in New Orleans, to the num ber of eight. Then he
chained them , in couples of two and two, and brou gh t
them to the steam er called P irate, which was ready for
a trip up the Red river.
W hen the boat was off, he came up to Tom, who was
w earing his best su it and shining boots, and said:
“S tand u p .”
Tom stood up.
“Take off those clothes!”
Legree tu rn e d to Tom’s box and took from it a pair
of old p an ts and a coat, which Tom had p u t on to work
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in the stable. Then he took handcuffs off Tom ’s hands,
and, pointing to a spot among the boxes, said:
“You go there, and p u t these on.”
Tom obeyed, and in a few m om ents retu rn ed.
“Take o ff your boots,” said Mr. Legree.
Tom did it.
“T here,” said Mr. Legree, throw ing him a pair of
old, coarse shoes, such as were common among the
slaves, “p u t these o n .”
Then Mr. Legree p u t the handcuffs on again and be
gan exam ining the pockets of Tom’s clothes. He drew
out a silk handkerchief, and p u t it into his own pocket.
Then he drew out several little th in g s — g ifts from Eva,
and threw them over his shoulder into the river. Then
he took Tom ’s box and sold all the th in gs to sailors.
“Now, Tom, you have no extra baggage, you see. Take
good care of the clothes. I t ’ll be long enough before you
get more. One suit has to do for one year, on my place.”
Legree walked up to the place where Emmeline was
sittin g , chained to ano th er woman.
“W ell, my d e a r,” he said, tak in g h er chin, “keep up
your sp irits.”
The look of horror, which the girl gave him , did not
escape his eyed. He frowned fiercely.
“None of th a t, girl! You’ve got to keep a pleas
a n t face, when I speak to you. Do you hear? I say, all
of you,” he said to his slaves, showing his g reat, heavy
fist, “do you see this fist? Well, I tell you this fist has
got as hard as iron knocking down niggers. Do what
I tell you, quickly, the mom ent I speak. That’s the way
to keep in with me. Always rem em ber th at!”
Simon tu rn ed , and went to th e b ar of the boat.
“T h a t’s the way I begin with my niggers,” he said to
a man, who had stood by him du ring his speech. “It’s my
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system to begin strong. J u s t let them know w hat to ex
pect.”
“Indeed!” said the stra n g e r, looking upon him with
the curiosity of a n a tu ra lis t stu dy ing a b u tterfly .
“Yes, indeed. I ’m none of your gentlem en planters.
I don’t go for saving niggers. Use up, and buy more.
T h a t’s my w ay,” said Simon, d rin k in g from his glass.
“And how long do they generally la st? ” said the
stran g er.
“W ell, d o n ’t know. S trong fellows last six o r seven
years. W eak ones — two o r three. I used to keep them
comfortable, and give them clothes and blankets, and
w hat not. It was no use. I lost money on them . Now,
you see, when one n ig g er’s dead, I buy another. I find it
comes cheaper and easier, every w ay.”

every variety of commonplace men, who pick up their
fellow-men as one picks up chips, putting them into
the fire or a basket — ничем не примечательных
людей всех видов, для которых ближ ний все равно
что щ епка: понадобится — бросай ее в огонь, не по
надобится — оставляй в корзине.
Likely story! — Ври больше!
the bids were too high — ставки были слишком высоки
the Red river — река Ред-Ривер
One suit has to do for one year, on my place. — Я вы
даю одежду раз в год.
keep up your spirits — не грусти
this fist has got as hard as iron knocking down nig
gers — этот кулак такой ж елезный, потому что я
бью им негров
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That’s the way to keep in with me. — Только так со
мной можно ладить.
It’s my system to begin strong. — Я считаю, что их
нужно сразу припугнуть.
I don’t go for saving niggers. — Я не стараюсь беречь
негров.
A ctivities
1) W here did the auction take place?

2) W h at did Legree do before the auction?
3) W ho bought Susan and Emmeline?
4) W here did Legree take the slaves?
5) W h at did Legree do w ith Tom’s things?

1) S u sa n ’s new owner couldn’t buy Emmeline be
cause... .
2) Legree’s system w ith the slaves was... .
3) Legree stopped saving slaves because... .

g ifts dome bids way
1) The slave m arket was a big house with a splendid
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2) A man elbowed his th ro u g h the crowd
to see the slaves.
3) ________ for Emmeline were very high.
4) Legree threw into the riv e r the from
Eva.
выгоревшие на солнце волосы; схватить за челюсть;

владелец хлопковой плантации; лиш ний багаж.

1. Talk about the auction.
Describe the slave m ark et and the buyers. Say w hat

happened to the slaves.
2. Talk about the way Legree treated his slaves.
CHAPTER 20
Legree’s plantation had once belonged to a g entle

man, who had taken a good care of his grounds. A fte r
his death it had been bought by Legree, who used it, as
he did everything else, only to make money.
W h at once was a large garden was now all grown
over w ith weeds. W h a t was once a smooth lawn before
the house, was now covered with grass. Here and there,
on the ground, in all directions, there were broken buck
ets and boxes, cobs of corn, straw .
The large house was built in a m anner common a t the
South, with white columns and wide verandahs on both
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floors. B ut the place looked uncomfortable. Some windows
were broken, some were stopped up with boards.
“Here, you, Sam bo,” said Legree to one of his over
seers, “take these boys down to the village.”
The village was a p a rt of th e plantation, fa r off
from the house. Tom’s heart sunk when he saw the cab
ins. He had im agined him self a cottage, rude, indeed,
b u t one which he m ight make neat and quiet. A place to
be alone a fte r work. He looked into some of the cabins.
There were only walls, w ith no fu rn itu re , except a heap
of d irty straw over the floor.
“W hich of these will be m ine?” he asked Sambo.
“1 d o n ’t know. You can tu r n in here, 1 th in k ,” said
Sambo. “T here’s a p re tty big crowd of niggers in each of.
them , now. I d on’t know w hat to do w ith m ore.”
It was late in the evening when the slaves came back
from the cotton fields. Men and women, in d irty clothes,
were too tired to look pleasantly on newcomers. They
had to grind th e ir own corn for supper yet.
“There, you,” said the other of Legree’s overseers,
Quimbo, throw ing down a small bag of corn. “Take care
of it. You’ll get no more this week.”
Tom was hungry w ith his day ’s journey, bu t he
waited till a late hour, to get a place a t the hand-mills.
And then he ground corn for two very tired women, pu t
more wood into the fire, where m any had baked cakes
before them , and then began to prepare his own supper.
Help was new there, sm all as it was. An expression of
kindness came over the hard face of the women. They
made his cake for him. W hen they left, Tom sat alone,
by the fire, then he w ent to his cabin, and he stretched
him self in the straw and fell asleep.
Tom quickly saw what was to be hoped or feared in
his new way of life. He had always been good a t every-
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th in g he did. So he decided to work hard in the fields to
avoid trouble. B ut he still hoped th a t th a t some way of
escape m ig h t yet be opened to him.
Legree noticed w hat a good w orker Tom was. Yet he
felt a secret dislike to him . He d id n ’t like Toni’s kind
ness and sym pathy for his fellow-sufferers. He had
bought Tom to make him the m anager of the plantation.
B ut Tom, in his opinion, was not hard enough for th at.
So he decided to change him.
One m orning Tom noticed, w ith surprise, a new
comer. It was a quadroon woman of about forty, tall
and slender, w ith delicate hands and feet, and dressed
in a neat dress. H er proud face, once seen, could nev
er be forgotten. H er high forehead, s tra ig h t nose, fine
m outh, and large black eyes showed th a t she had once
been beau tifu l. B ut h er face had deep wrinkles, and her
cheeks were th in , and th ere was a hopeless expression in
her eyes.
Tom did not know who th a t woman was. B ut the
o th e r slaves knew th a t she was Legree’s m istress.
“He! he! he!” said one. “Y ou’ll know how good it is!”
“W e’ll see Cassy work, like the re st of us!” said a n
other.
Cassy paid no atte n tio n to these words, bu t walked
on, w ith angry scorn, as if she heard nothing. Tom saw
the same expression on h er face, when she picked cotton.
T hat day Tom was w orking near Lucy, the m ulatto
woman who had been bought a t the same auction with
him. She had never been strong, and had grown weaker
very fast u n d er the hard life of the plantation. Tom si
lently came up to her and p u t some of the cotton from
his own basket to hers.
“O, don’t, don’t!” said the woman, looking surprised.
“I t ’ll get you into tro u b le.”
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J u s t then Sambo came up and said:
“W hat is this, Lucy?”
He kicked the woman w ith his heavy shoe and then
struck Tom across the face with his whip.
Tom said nothing and w ent on picking the cotton.
Later Tom came up to Lucy again, and pu t all his
cotton into her basket.
“O, you m u s tn ’t! You don’t know w hat th e y ’ll do to
you!” she said.
“I can stand i t , ” said Tom, “b etter than yo u .” And
he was a t his place again.
Suddenly, the stran g e woman, who had come near
enough to hear Tom’s last words, looked a t him for
a second. Then she took some cotton from her basket
and p u t it into his.
“You know nothing about th is place,” she said. “I t ’s
hard enough to take care of your own skin!”
The woman suddenly tu rn e d to her work. Before the
day was over, h er basket was filled, and she had several
times p u t cotton into Tom’s.
In the evening the slaves, w ith th e ir baskets 011
th eir heads, went to the warehouse to weigh the cotton.
Legree was there, talk in g w ith Sambo and Quimbo. He
already knew th a t Tom had helped Lucy.
“Hey-dey! He’ll have to get a breaking in, w on’t he,
boys?” said Legree.
Both negroes laughed.
Tom ’s basket was weighed and approved, and he
anxiously looked a t Lucy. She came up to Legree and
p u t her basket 011 the scales. It was of full w eight. B ut
Legree said:
“W h at, you lazy nigger! Short again! Stand there.
You’ll catch it!”
The woman in despair sat down on a board.
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“Come here, you Tom,” said Legree. “You know that
I didn’t buy you just for the common work. I want to make
you my overseer. You can sta rt tonight. Now take this girl
and whip her. You’ve seen enough of it to know how.”
“I ’m sorry, M aster,” said Tom. “I t ’s w hat I ’m not
used to. I never did, and c an ’t do.”
“You can ’t ? ” said Legree, tak in g his belt, and s tr ik
ing Tom across his face and then across his shoulders.
“There! Now, will you tell me you ca n ’t do it? ”
“Yes, M aster,” said Tom, p u ttin g up his hand, to wipe
the blood on his face. “I ’m ready to work, nigh t and day,
and work while th ere’s life in me. But this thing I can’t
feel it rig h t to do, Master. I ’ll never do it!”
W hen Tom said these words, all the slaves looked at
each o ther and drew in their breath, as if to prepare for
a storm . Legree for some m om ents couldn’t say a word.
A t last he found his voice:
“W hat! You tell me you d o n ’t th in k it rig h t to do
w hat I tell you! W h a t do you th in k you are? W hy, p er
haps you th in k you’re a gentlem an m aster, Tom, to be
a telling your m aster w h a t’s rig h t, and w hat is n ’t!”
“Yes, M aster,” said Torn, “I think the poor woman is
sick, and it would be cruel to whip her. I t ’s w hat I will
never do. If you want to kill me, kill me, but I ’ll die
firs t th a n raise my hand against anyone here!”
Tom spoke in a soft voice, but w ith firm ness th a t
could not be m istaken.
“Well, h ere’s a gentlem an, a t last!” said Legree in
anger. And he kicked Tom w ith his heavy boot. “D id n ’t
I pay twelve hundred dollars for you? A ren ’t you mine,
body and soul? Tell me!”
“No! My soul isn ’t yours, Master! You haven’t bought
it. You can’t buy it! You can’t h u rt it!” exclaimed Tom.
“I c a n ’t!” laughed Legree. “W e’ll see, we’ll see! Here,
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Sambo, Quimbo, give this dog such a breaking in as he
won’t get over, this month!”
The poor woman screamed, when the two gigantic ne
groes dragged Tom from the place.

cobs of corn — кукурузны е початки
some were stopped up with boards — некоторые были
забиты досками
Tom’s heart sunk — Сердце у Тома сжалось
Help was new there, small as it was. — Помощь, даж е
самая скромная, была здесь в диковинку,
what was to be hoped or feared in his new way of
life — на что можно было надеяться и чего следова
ло опасаться на новом месте
for his fellow-sufferers — к своим товарищам по несча
стью
He’ll have to get a breaking in — Придется его образу
мить
Short again! — Опять недовес!
You’ll catch it! — Это тебе даром не пройдет!
drew in their breath — затаили дыхание
give this dog such a breaking in as he won’t get over,
this month — всыпьте этому псу, чтобы он месяц
очухаться не смог
A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) took the newcomers to the village.
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2) baked a cake fo r Tom.
3) p u t cotton in Lucy’s basket.
4) kicked Tom w ith a heavy boot.
1) Lucy screamed when the two gigantic negroes

dragged Tom from the place.
2) In the evening the slaves w ent to the warehouse
to weigh the cotton.
3) Tom ground corn fo r two very tired women, and
then began to prepare his own supper.
4) Cassy p u t some of the cotton from his own b as
ket to Tom ’s.
straw w rinkles cotton scales
1) Cassy’s face had deep , and h er cheeks

were thin.
2) It was h ard to pick __ all day long.
3) The ground in cabins was covered w ith ____
4) Lucy p u t down his basket on the _________.
2. Fill in the prepositions against, into, under, in.
1) All the slaves in h o rro r drew th e ir

breath.
2) Lucy grew weak very fast _____ the h ard life
of the plantation.
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3) Cassy was afraid th a t Tom’s help would get him
________ trouble.
4) Tom refused to raise his hand _________ anyone.
'б7 Discussing the Text
1. Describe Tom’s first day on Legree’s plantation.
W h at kind of place was it? W as it w hat he had ex

pected?
2. Talk about Legree’s attitude (отношение) towards

Tom.
W hy did he dislike him? W hy did he order to beat

Tom?
CHAPTER 21
It was late a t n ight, and Tom lay alone, groaning, in
an old shed. Suddenly somebody entered the shed, behind
him, and the lig h t of a lan tern flashed on his eyes.
“W h o ’s there? O, please give me some water!”
Cassy set down h e r lantern, and poured some w ater
from a bottle. Then she raised his head, and gave him
w ater to drink.
“Drink all you w an t,” she said. “I knew how it would
be. It isn ’t the f ir s t tim e I ’ve been out in the n ig h t, car
rying w ater to somebody like you.”
“Thank you, M issis,” said Tom a fte r his th ird cup of
water.
“D on’t call me Missis! I ’m a slave, like you,” said
Cassy.
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She raised his head on a heap of cotton, using it as
a pillow, and then washed his wounds.
“Now,” she said, “T h a t’s the best I can do for you.”
Tom thanked her. Cassy sat down on the floor, and
looked before her.
“I t ’s no use, my poor fellow!” she said, a t last, “i t ’s
no use. You were a brave fellow. You had the right on
your side. B ut any stru g g le is out of the question here.
You are in the devil’s hands. He is the stron gest, and
you m u st give up!”
“How can I give u p ?” groaned Tom.
“You see,” said Cassy, “you don’t know anything about
this place. I do. I’ve been here five years, under this
m a n ’s foot. Here you are, on a plantation, ten miles
from any other, in the swamps. T h ere’s no law here.
T here’s nothing th is man can’t do. I can tell you w hat
I ’ve seen here. Did I w ant to live w ith him? And yet,
I ’ve lived w ith him, these five years, and hated every
m om ent of my life, n ig h t and day! And now, he’s got
a new one — a young th in g , only fifteen. I hate him!”
Tom closed his eyes; all was darkness and horror.
“And w hat are these dogs you d o n ’t w ant to h u rt?
Every one of them would tu rn against you, the firs t
tim e they got a chance. All of them are cruel to each
o th er as they can be.”
“Poor people!” said Tom. “W h at made them cruel?
And if I give up, I’ll get used to it, and become ju s t
like them! No, no, Missis! I ’ve lost everything: wife, and
children, and home, and a kind M aster. And I ca n ’t be
come c ru el.”
“You see me now,” said Cassy. “You see what I am!
Well, I was brought up like a white girl, in a rich fam i
ly, and learned music, French, and w hat not. W hen I was
fourteen, my fath er died from cholera, very suddenly. My
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mother was a slave woman, and my fath e r had always
wanted to set me free, b u t he h ad n ’t done it. Nobody ev
er expects th a t a strong, healthy man is going to die.
“My fa th e r’s wife took her children, and went up to
her fa th e r’s plantation. There was a young lawyer who
was going to sell the house. He came every day, and
spoke very politely to me. He bro ug h t w ith him, one
day, a handsome young man, Henry. I ’ll never forget
th a t evening. I walked with H enry in the garden. I was
lonely and sad, and he was so kind to me. He told me
th a t he had seen me before, and th a t he had loved me,
and th a t he would be my friend and protector. He d id n ’t
tell me th a t he had paid two thousand dollars for me.
“How I loved Henry! How I still love him! He was so
handsome, so noble! He p u t me into a beautiful house,
with servants, horses, and carriages, and fu rn itu re , and
dresses. He gave me everything that money could buy.
I w anted only one th in g — I w anted him to m arry me.
But he said it would be impossible.
“We had two beautiful children. The first was a boy,
and we called him Henry. He had his fa th e r’s beautiful
eyes, and he had all his talent, too. Little Elise, he said,
looked like me. He used to tell me th a t I was the most
beautiful woman in Louisiana. He was so proud of me
and the children. O, those were happy days! I thought
I was as happy as anyone could be. B ut then came bad
times. He had a cousin, B utler Simmons, who was his
best friend. He introduced him to another lady and I saw
soon th a t his heart was gone from me. They started to
play cards. Once B utler offered to buy me and my chil
dren, to clear off his gambling debts, so he could m arry
th a t lady. And Henry sold us. He told me, one day, th a t
he had business in the country, and should be gone two
or three weeks. He spoke kinder than usual, and said he
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should come back. B ut it d id n ’t deceive me. I knew th a t
the time had come. I was just like one turned into stone.
He kissed me and kissed the children, and went out.
“Then came Butler. He told me th a t he had bought
me and my children and showed me the papers. I told
him I ’d die sooner than live with him. ‘J u s t as you
please,’ he said; ‘but, if you don’t behave well, I ’ll sell
both the children, where you shall never see them ag ain .’
“I gave up: my hands were tied. He had my children.
O, w hat a life it was! To live w ith a m an I hated. B u t
ler was h arsh to children. Elise was a tim id little th in g ,
b u t H enry was high-spirited, like his fath e r. B utler was
always quarrelling w ith him. I tried to make my son re
spect him , b u t it did no good. He sold both children,
went away, and left me a t th is house to be sold.
“One day, a gentlem an came, Captain S tu a rt. He
bought me, and promised to do all he could to find and
buy back my children. B ut he found out th a t my H enry
had been sold to a p lan ter up on the Pearl river. Then
he found where my d a u g h ter was. And old woman was
keeping her. He offered a lot of money, b u t she refused
to sell her.
“Captain S tu a rt was very kind to me. He had
a splendid plantation , and took me to it. A year a fte r
I had a son born. 0 , th a t child! How I loved it! The l i t
tle th in g looked ju s t like my poor Henry! B ut I had
made up my m ind. Yes, I had. I would never again let
a child live to grow up! I took the little fellow in my
arm s, when he was two weeks old, and kissed him, and
cried over him. Then I gave him some medicine, and
held him , while he slept to death. How I cried over it!
Everyone th o u g h t th a t I ’d made a m istake. B ut I am
still glad I did th is thing. I am not sorry, to th is day.
W h a t b e tte r th a n death could I give him , poor child!
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“A fter a while, the cholera came, and Captain S tuart
died. Everybody died who wanted to live, and I ’m lived!
Then I was sold, and passed from hand to hand, till Simon
Legree bought me, and brought me here. And here I am!”
Cassy stopped.
“Now, I ’m a lost so u l,” she said, a fte r a pause. “But
I know w hat to do w ith th is devil. I ’ll send him where
he belongs, one of these nights!”
A wild, long laugh ra n th ro u g h the room. In a few
mom ents, she was calm again.
“Can I do an y th in g more fo r you, my poor fellow?”
she said, coming up to Tom. “Do you w ant some more
w ater?”
Tom drank the water, and looked at her, as if he w ant
ed to say something.
“Don’t talk, my poor fellow. Try to sleep, if you can ,”
said Cassy.
She pu t w ater beside Tom, and left the shed.

You had the right on your side. — Правда на твоей
стороне.
that money could buy — что можно купить за деньги
his heart was gone from me — я для него больше н и
чего не значу
to clear off his gambling debts — чтобы расплатиться
по карточным долгам
I was just like one turned into stone. — Я словно о ка
менела.
passed from hand to hand — и стала переходить от
одного хозяина к другому
lost soul — пропащий человек
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A ctiv ities

1) W ho came to Tom in th e night?
2) W h at did Cassy do fo r Tom?
3) W h at did Cassy tell Tom about h er fam ily and
children?
4) W ho was Captain S tu a rt?
5) W h at did Cassy do to h e r th ird child?
2. Full in the names.

1) ________ paid two thousand dollars fo r Cassy.
2) ________ offered to buy Cassy and h e r children
to clear gam bling debts.
3) ________ had a splendid plantation.

• Но любое сопротивление здесь исключено.
• Ты попал в руки дьявола.
• Каждый из них предаст тебя при первой же
возможности.
• У меня были связаны руки.
2. Fill in the prepositions through, from, to, on.

1) The light of a lan tern flashed ________ Tom ’s
eyes.
2) Captain S tu a rt d i e d _________ cholera.
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3) Cassy passed from hand hand,
4) A wild, long laugh ran th e room.
Discussing the Text
1. Tell Cassy’s story.

W h a t do you th in k about it?
2. What do you think?

Tom refused to be cruel to his fellow -sufferers.
W hy? Did Cassy approve of his decision? W hy?
CHAPTER 22
It was between one and two o’clock a t n ight. Cassy

was re tu rn in g from the shed, when she heard the sounds
of wild shrieking, and singing, from the sitting-room of
the house.
She came up on the verandah steps, and looked in.
Legree and both overseers, d run k, were singing, s h o u t
ing, and u p settin g chairs.
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Cassy looked a t them . There was scorn and anger in
her black eyes. She tu rn e d h urriedly away, and, passing
round to a back door, opened it.
Emmeline was sittin g , pale w ith fear, in the fu rth e st
corner of the room. As Cassy came in, the girl ran up to
her and caught her arm .
“O Cassy, I ’m so glad you’ve come! Do you hear th a t
terrible noise dow nstairs?”
“Yes,” said Cassy, dryly. “I ’ve heard it often enough
before.”
“O Cassy! Couldn’t we get away from this place? Into
the swamp among the snakes — anywhere! Couldn’t we
get somewhere away from h ere?”
“N owhere,” said Cassy.
“Did you ever try ? ”
“I ’ve seen enough of try in g and w hat comes of i t , ”
said Cassy.
“I ’d ra th e r live in the swamps th an here. I ’m not
afraid of snakes!” said Emmeline, eagerly.
“You couldn’t stay in the sw am ps,” said Cassy.
“You’d be tracked by the dogs, and b ro u g h t back, and
then —”
“W h at would he do?” said the girl, looking, w ith in
terest, into her face.
“W h at w ouldn’t he do, you’d b e tte r ask ,” said Cassy.
“O, Cassy, do tell me w hat I shall do!” said Emme
line.
“W h a t I ’ve done. Do the best you can. Do w hat you
m u st.”
“He wanted to make me drink some of his b ra n d y ,”
said Emmeline. “And I hate i t . ”
“Y ou’d b etter d rin k ,” said Cassy. “I hated it, too.
And now I can’t live w ithout it. D rink brandy. D rink all
you can, and i t ’ll make things easier.”
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Simon Legree woke up in the m orning in a bad
mood. He poured him self a glass of brandy, and drank
half of it. A t th a t mom ent Cassy entered the sitting-
room.
“Simon, I ’ve one piece of advice to give you,” she
said.
“I don’t need your advice.”
“My advice is,” said Cassy, steadily, as she began clean
ing up the room, “th a t you let Tom alone.”
“W h a t business is it of y ou rs?”
“W hat? I don’t know w hat it should be. If you want
to pay twelve hundred for a fellow, and lose him right
up in the press of the season, i t ’s not my business. I ’ve
done w hat I could for h im .”
“You have?”
“Yes. I ’ve saved you some thousands of dollars, at
d ifferen t times, by taking care of your w orkers. And
t h a t ’s all the th an k s I get. Do you w ant to lose your bet
on the cotton crop?”
Legree’s am bition was to beat other planters by
having the heaviest crop of the season. And he had
several bets on th a t season in town. Cassy, with wom
an’s tact, touched the only string that would be made
to vibrate.
“Well, I ’ll leave him alone now,” said Legree; “but
he should apologize.”
“He won’t do t h a t ,” said Cassy.
“W o n ’t, eh?”
“No, he w on’t , ” said Cassy.
“I ’d like to know w hy,” said Legree.
“Because he’s done rig h t, and he knows it, and won’t
say h e’s done w rong.”
“W ho cares w hat he knows? The nigger shall say
w hat I need, or —”
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“Or you’ll lose your bet on the cotton crop, by keep
ing him o u t of the field .”
“B ut he will give up. Of course, he will. Don’t I
know w hat niggers a re ?”
“He w on’t, Simon. You d o n ’t know th is kind. You
may kill him , but he won’t beg your pardon.”
“W e’ll see. W here is he?” said Legree, going out.
“In the old shed,” said Cassy.
“Well, my boy,” said Legree, coming into the shed.
“How do you like it? ”
Tom answered nothing.
“Get up!” said Legree, kicking him.
It was d ifficult for Tom to get up. As he made e f
fo rts to do it, Legree laughed.
“W h at makes you so slow, th is m orning, Tom? P e r
haps, you cau gh t a cold last n ig h t.”
Tom by this tim e had stood up, and was looking at
his m aster.
“The devil, you can!” said Legree, looking him over.
“I believe you haven’t got enough yet. Now, Tom, get
rig h t down on your knees and beg my pardon, for w hat
you did last n ig h t.”
Tom did not move.
“Down, you dog!” said Legree, strik in g him w ith his
whip.
“M aster Legree,” said Tom, “I can’t do it. I did only
what I th o u g h t was rig h t. I shall do it again, if I have
to. I ’ll never do a cruel th in g , come what m ay.”
“Yes, b u t you d o n ’t know w hat may come, M aster
Tom. You th in k w hat you’ve got is som ething. I tell
you’ve got nothing. N othing a t all. How would you like
to be tied to a tree, and have a slow fire lit up around
you? W o u ld n ’t th a t be pleasant, eh, Tom?”
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“M aster,” said Tom in a clear voice, “You bought me.
I ’ll be a tru e and fa ith fu l serv an t to you. I ’ll give you
all the work of my hands, all my tim e, all my stren g th .
B ut I won’t give up my soul to you. M aster Legree,
I know you can do very bad th in g s to me. You may
whip me, burn me. I ’m not afraid to die.”
“You dog!” said Legree, and w ith one blow of his fist
he knocked Tom down.
A cold soft hand fell on Legree’s shoulder a t this
moment. He tu rn e d and saw Cassy.
“Will you be a fool?” said Cassy, in French. “Let
him go! Let me take care of him. H e’ll be in the field
again soon.”
Legree tu rn ed away.
“Well, have it your own w ay,” he said to Cassy.
“You!” he said to Tom. “I won’t deal with you now,
because the business is pressing, and I need all my
workers. B ut I never forget anything. Sometime y o u ’ll
pay me for this!”
Legree tu rn e d , and w ent out.
“There you go,” said Cassy, looking darkly a fte r him.
“My poor fellow, how are you?”
“The lion’s s h u t his m outh, th is tim e ,” said Tom.
“Yes, th is time, to be su re ,” said Cassy. “B ut now
h e ’ll hate you. H e’ll follow you day in, day out, hanging
like a dog on your th ro a t, sucking your blood, drop by
drop. I know the m an .”

wild shrieking — дикие крики
right up in the press of the season — в самое горячее
время
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to lose your bet — проиграть пари
Legree’s ambition was to beat other planters by having
the heaviest crop of the season. — Л егри стремился
обойти других плантаторов, собрав больше всего
хлопка.
Cassy, with woman’s tact, touched the only string that
would be made to vibrate. — Кэсси с чисто женской
хитростью затронула в нем единственную чувстви
тельную струнку,
he won’t beg your pardon — он не будет просить про
щ ения
I won’t deal with you now, because the business is
pressing — Сейчас мне некогда с тобой возиться
come what may — чем бы мне это ни обернулось
day in, day out — из дня в день
A ctivities
1) Cassy heard the screams and singing from Emme

line’s room.
2) Simon Legree woke up in the m orning in an ex
cellent mood.
3) Cassy suggested that Legree should leave Tom
alone.
4) Legree came to the shed to apologize to Tom for
his cruelty.
2. Say why:
1) Legree agreed to leave Tom alone.
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2) Legree needed all his w orkers in the field.
3) Cassy spoke to Legree in French.
bet crop pardon advice
1) Legree w anted to have the biggest of

cotton.
2) Cassy offered Legree a piece of ____
3) All the planters hoped to win a ___ on th a t
season.
4) Tom refused to beg his m a ste r’s ___
1) “C ouldn’t we get somewhere away from h ere?”

asked Emmeline.
2) “W h at makes you so slow, th is m orning, Tom ?”
asked Legree.
3) “H e’ll follow you day in, day out, sucking your
blood, drop by d ro p ,” said Cassy to Tom.

1. Describe how Cassy managed to make Legree leave
Tom alone.
2. Talk about relations between Cassy and Emmeline.

Did Cassy hate or support the girl?
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CHAPTER 23
Now we m ust leave Tom in the hands of Legree, and

re tu rn to the story of George and his wife Eliza, whom
we left in a frie n d s’ farm house in Ohio.
Tom Loker was left in the house of A u n t Dorcas,
groaning in a clean Q uaker bed.
“T hat fellow and the girl are here, I suppose,” he
said the n ex t day.
“Yes, they a re ,” said A u n t Dorcas.
“T hey’d b etter be off up to the lake,” said Tom.
“The quicker the b e tte r.”
“Probably they will do i t , ” said the old woman, k n it
ting.
“ W e’ve got people in Sandusky, who w atch the boats
for u s ,” said Tom. “I don’t care if 1 tell, now. I hope
they will get away, just to spite that dog Marks!”
“Thomas!” said A u nt Dorcas.
“Well, I won’t, g ra n n y ,” said Tom. “B ut about the
girl — tell them to dress her up some way. H er descrip
tio n ’s ou t in S andusky.”
“W e’ll thin k about t h a t ,” said A unt Dorcas.
A t th is place we leave Tom Loker, and we may say,
th a t he spent th ree weeks in the Quaker house. He rose
from his bed a somewhat sadder and wiser man. Instead
of slave-catching, he went to live in one of the new v il
lages, and he made him self quite a name as a hunter.
As Tom had inform ed them th a t M arks’s people
would be looking for the group of runaw ay slaves in
Sandusky, it was decided to divide them . Jim left with
his old m other. And a n ig h t or two a fte r, George and
Eliza, w ith th e ir child, were taken to Sandusky. They
stayed with a friendly family and began to prepare for
the passage on Lake Erie.
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It was early morning when Eliza p u t on m en’s clothes
and came up to the m irror.
“Now for i t , ” she said, and shook down h er long
black curly hair. “I say, George, i t ’s alm ost a pity, isn ’t
it? ” she said, and held some of it in her hand. “Pity it’s
all got to come off.”
George smiled sadly a t his wife, and made no a n
swer.
Eliza turned to the m irro r, and the scissors g littered
as one long lock a fte r an o th er was cut from her head.
“There, now, t h a t ’ll do,” she said, taking a hairbrush.
“Am I not a p re tty young fellow?” she said.
She tu rn e d around to her husband, and laughed.
“You will always be p retty , do w hat you w a n t,” said
George.
“W hy are you so sad?” said Eliza, laying her hand
on his. “W e’ll be in Canada in tw enty-four ho urs, they
say. Only a day and a n ig h t on the lake, and th en —
oh, then! —”
“O, Eliza!” said George, coming up to her. “Will
these years and years of unhappiness come to an end?
Shall we be free?”
“I am sure of it, G eorge,” said Eliza, looking a t him.
There were tears of hope on her long, dark lashes.
“I believe you, Eliza,” said George. “Well, indeed,” he
added, looking adm iringly a t her, “you are a p re tty lit
tle fellow. P u t on your hat. A little to one side. T never
saw you look quite so p re tty . But, i t ’s alm ost tim e for
the ca rriag e.”
The door opened, arid a respectable middle-aged wom
an entered, leading little H arry , dressed in g irl’s clothes.
“W h at a p re tty girl he m akes,” said Eliza, t u r n
ing him round. “W e’ll call him H arrie t, you see. Is n ’t it
a nice nam e?”
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The child stood looking, silently, a t his m other in
her new and stran g e clothes.
“Does H arry know m am m a?” said Eliza, stretch in g
h er hands tow ards him.
The child kept beside the woman.
“Come Eliza, why do you do th is? You know th a t he
should be kept away from you?”
“I know i t ’s silly,” said Eliza. “But come — where
are my gloves? Oh, my hands are lost in th e m .”
“I ask you to keep them on,” said George. “Your lit
tle hands m ight bring us all out. Now, Mrs. Sm yth, be
o ur aun ty, please.”
Mrs. Sm yth, a respectable woman from the village in
Canada, where they were going, had agreed to appear as
the a u n t of little H arry. She had spent the last two days
with the boy, and they were good friends now.
The carriage drove to the w harf. The two young
men, as they appeared, boarded the boat. Eliza gallantly
gave h er arm to Mrs. Smyth. George b ro u g h t on board
th e ir bags.
George was stan d in g a t the ca p tain ’s office, when he
overheard two men talking by his side.
“I ’ve watched everyone th a t came on board,” said one
of them , “and I know th e y ’re not on this b o at.”
It was the voice of the clerk of the boat. The o th
er m an was our old friend M arks. He had come to San
dusky himself to catch the runaw ay slaves.
“You wouldn’t know the woman from a white on e,”
said Marks. “The man is a very light m u la tto .”
The hand w ith w hich George was taking the tickets
and change trembled a little. B ut he tu rn ed around, and
walked slowly to an other p a rt of the boat, where Eliza
stood w aiting for him . Mrs. Sm yth, with little H arry,
went to the ladies’ cabin.
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The bell ran g , and M arks walked down to the shore.
It was a superb day. The blue waves of Lake Erie
danced, sparkling, in the su n ligh t. A fresh breeze blew
from the shore, and the boat flew rig h t on. A t last, she
approached the small town of A m herstberg, in Canada.
The bell rang, and the boat stopped.
The little company landed on the shore, and Mrs.
Sm yth took George’s fam ily to the p asto r who was ready
to help them .
It was the firs t day of freedom for George and Eliza.
They were happy to speak, breathe, and move, free of
danger. They d id n ’t have a roof th a t they could call
th e ir own. They had spent th e ir money, to the last dol
lar. Yet they were so happy they couldn’t sleep th a t
night.
just to spite that dog Marks — назло этому псу Марксу

to dress her up some way — чтобы одели ее как-нибудь
по-другому
he made him self quite a name as a hunter — он про
славился к ак охотник
Lake Erie — озеро Эри; одно из Великих озер, ом ы ва
ющее берега США и Канады
Pity it ’s all got to come off. — Ж аль со всем этим рас
ставаться,
bring us all out — всех нас выдать
the clerk of the boat — корабельный служ ащ ий
You wouldn’t know the woman from a white one — Эту
ж енщ ину почти не отличиш ь от белой
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A ctivities
1) W here did wounded Tom Loker stay?

2) W h at advice did he give to George H arris and
his family?
3) W ho was Mrs. Smyth?
4) W here in Canada did George and Eliza land?
5) Who agreed to help them?
Complete the sentences.
1) Loker said th a t M arks’ people would look for the

runaw ays slaves in Sandusky because... .
2) Eliza c u t her h a ir because... .
3) Mrs. Sm yth pretended to be H a rry ’s a u n t be-
cause... .

1) Tom Loker w anted to annoy his ex-friend Marks.
2) George and Eliza began to prepare for the jo u r
ney on Lake Erie.
3) Eliza tu rn ed to the looking-glass w ith the scissors
in her hand.
2. Fill in the prepositions out, of, on, as.
1) Loker made him self a name ______ a h un ter.

2) Eliza p u t _____ m en’s clothes and cut her hair.
3) Eliza’s small hands could brin g them all _____ .
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4) George and Eliza were happy to be a t last free
danger.

1. Talk about Loker. Prove that the life with the
Quakers changed him.
2. Eliza and George finally reached freedom. Describe

the voyage to Canada and their preparations for it.
CHAPTER 24
Legree sent Tom back to the fields long before his

wounds were healed. And then came day a fte r day of
pain and tiredness. Legree sent to pick cotton all his
w orkers even on Sunday. W hy shouldn ’t he? He would
make more cotton, and win his bet. If some of his ne
groes died, he could buy b e tte r ones.
Tom came home from the fields so exhausted, th a t
his head swam. He could only lie down in his cabin,
w ith the others, sad and unhappy. Sometimes he saw
Cassy and Emmeline, but couldn’t talk to them . In fact,
th ere was no tim e fo r him to talk to anybody.
He th o u g h t of Miss Ophelia’s le tte r to his K entucky
friends, and hoped th a t somebody would come to buy
him back. B ut nobody came.
Tom’s kindness and sym pathy fo r the other slaves
began to change them . The strange, silent, patien t man
was ready to help anyone and share w hat little he had
w ith anyone who needed it. He gave his old blanket to
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some sick woman, p u t his cotton in the baskets of weak
er people in the field, and never asked anyone for help.
It continued week a fte r week, and m onth a fte r m onth,
and, a t last, Tom began to have a stran g e power over
them . Even the half-crazy Cassy was calmed by his sim
ple influences.
One night, a fter everyone in Toni’s cabin were asleep,
he suddenly woke up and saw her face a t the hole be
tween the logs, which was used as a window. She made
a silent g estu re for him to come out.
Torn came outside. It was between one and two
o ’clock a t night. Tom noticed, as the light of the moon
fell upon Cassy’s large, black eyes, th a t there was a wild
expression in them.
“Come here, Tom,” she said, laying her small hand on
his w rist, and draw ing him forw ard with a force as if the
hand were of steel. “Come here. I ’ve news for you.”
“W h at, Missis Cassy?” said Tom, anxiously.
“Tom, w ouldn’t you like your freedom ?”
“I shall have it, Missis, som etim e,” said Torn.
“B ut you may have it to n ig h t,” said Cassy, w ith
a flash of sudden energy. “Come on.”
Tom hesitated.
“Come!” she said, in a w hisper, looking a t him with
her black eyes. “H e’s asleep. I p u t som ething into his
brandy. B ut come, the back door is unlocked. T here’s
an axe there, I pu t it there. His room door is open. I ’ll
show you the way. I can ’t do it myself. My arm s are so
w eak.”
“Not for ten thousand worlds, M issis!” said Tom
firm ly.
He stopped and held h er back.
“B ut think about all these poor people,” said Cassy.
“We may set them all free, and go somewhere in the
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swamps, and find an island, and live there. A ny life is
b e tte r th an th is .”
“No!” said Tom, firm ly. “No! Good never comes from
bad th in g s.”
“Then I shall do i t ,” said Cassy, tu rn in g .
“O, Missis Cassy!” said Tom, “Don’t sell your soul to
the devil, th a t way! N othing b u t evil will come from it.
We m ust w ait.”
“W ait!” said Cassy. “H aven’t I waited? W h a t has he
made me su ffer? W h a t has he made hundreds of poor
creatu res suffer? His tim e ’s come, and I ’ll have his
h e a r t’s blood!”
“No, no, no! You m u s tn ’t do th at!” said Tom, hold
ing her small hands. “Missis Cassy,” he added in a hesi
ta tin g tone, “if you only could get away from here — if
it was possible — I ’d advise you and Emmeline to do it .”
“W ould you tr y it w ith us, Tom?”
“No,” said Tom. “There was tim e when I would do
it. B ut I have to stay among these poor souls. I know
I am the only one who can help them . I t ’s d ifferen t w ith
you. I t ’s more th an you can bear. Y ou’d b e tte r go, if
you can .”
“Every beast and b ird can find a home som ewhere,”
said Cassy. “Even the snakes and the alligators have
th e ir places to lie down and be quiet. B ut th e re ’s no
place for us. Down in the d arkest swamps, th e ir dogs
will find us. Everybody and everything is ag ain st us.
W here shall we go?”
Tom stood silent. A t last he said:
“I th in k you should try it. I hope you’ll do i t .”
Cassy had often th o u g h t, for hours, about all possi
ble or probable plans of escape. All of them were hope
less. B ut a t this mom ent she had a simple idea.
“I ’ll try it, Tom ,” she said, suddenly.
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H elpful Words & N otes
long before his wounds were healed — когда его раны
еще не заж или
his head swam — у него всё плыло перед глазами
Even the half-crazy Cassy was calmed by his simple in
fluences. — Д аж е полупомешанная Кэсси успокаива
лась в его присутствии.
Not for ten thousand worlds, Missis! — Ни за что на
свете!
A ctivities
1) Legree sent Tom back to the fields as soon as his
wounds were healed.
2) Torn often talked to Cassy and Emmeline.
3) Cassy asked Tom to help her kill Legree.
4) Tom advised Cassy to try to escape.

1) Legree sent his slaves to the field on Sunday be
cause... .
2) Cassy came to see Tom one n ig h t because... .
3) Tom refused to kill Legree because... .
4) Tom couldn’t run away with the women because... .

1. Fill in the gaps with the adjectives from the box.
silent half-crazy exhausted probable
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1) Even the ________ Cassy was much calm er in
Tom’s presence.
2) Tom came home from the field so _________ th a t
he could only lie down in his cabin.
3) Cassy made a ________ gesture for Tom to come
o u t of the cabin.
4) Cassy spent much tim e th in k in g about all possible
or ________ plans of escape.
2. Fill in the prepositions for, fro m , over, of.
1) Tom began to have a stran g e power _____ other

slaves.
2) Cassy drew Tom forw ard w ith a force as if the
hand were _____ steel.
3) Tom helped everyone and never asked anyone
help.
4) N othing bu t evil will come _____ it.
f!? Discussing the Text

1. Describe the conversation between Cassy and Tom.
What arguments did they use to express their opinions?
2. W hat do you think?
“Good never comes from bad th in g s,” said Tom. Do

you agree w ith th at? Can you give any examples to
su pp ort your point of view?
CHAPTER 25
The a ttic of L egree’s house, like m ost o th e r a ttic s,

was large and d usty. The fam ily th a t had lived in the
house before him had b ro u g h t a g re a t deal of splendid
fu r n itu r e . Some of it they had taken away w ith them ,
and some rem ained in rooms, or kept in th is place. One
o r two big packing-boxes, in which th is f u r n itu r e was
b ro u g h t, stood a g a in st th e sides of the a ttic . There was
a sm all window th e re , which let in, th ro u g h its d u sty
glass, some lig h t on the tall chairs and d u sty tables.
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For some reason the negroes on the plantation were
su re th a t the place was haunted. A few years before,
Legree had sent there a negro woman fo r punishm ent.
No one knew w hat happened there. B ut it was known
th a t the body of the poor creatu re was one day taken
down from there, and buried. And a fte r th a t th e negroes
began to w hisper to each o ther dark stories about the
cries and groans of despair, and the sounds of violent
blows.
Legree was a superstitious man him self. He over
heard som ething of these stories about ghosts and got
very angry. He said th a t th e next one th a t told stories
about th a t a ttic would spend a week there. As a resu lt,
everyone in the house avoided the attic.
Then a sudden th o u g h t came to Cassy. Tom’s words
made her see how she could use Legree’s fe a r of ghosts
to ru n away.
Cassy’s room was directly under the attic. One day
she suddenly asked the serv an ts to move the fu rn itu re
of her room to some o th er place.
“Hallo! Cass!” said Legree, when he retu rn ed from
a ride. “W h a t’s going on?”
“Nothing. Only I choose to have another room ,” said.
Cassy.
“And w hat fo r? ” said Legree.
“I choose to ,” said Cassy.
“W h a t fo r? ”
“I ’d like to get some sleep, now and th e n .”
“Sleep! W hy can ’t you sleep?”
“I could tell, if you w ant to h ear,” said Cassy, dryly.
“Speak out!” said Legree.
“O! Nothing! I’m sure it w ouldn’t d istu rb you! Only
groans, and people rolling round on the floor, half the
n ight, from twelve to morning!”
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“People in the attic!” said Legree w ith a laugh, bu t
uneasily, “W ho are they, Cassy?”
Cassy raised h er sharp, black eyes, and looked in the
face of Legree, w ith an expression th a t went th ro u g h his
bones.
“W ho are they, Sim on?” she said. “If you sleep in
th a t room, you’ll know all about it. P erhaps you’d b e tte r
try it!” A nd she left the room, and then she im m ediately
sh u t and locked the door.
Legree th reaten ed to break down the door, but
thought better of it, and walked uneasily into the s it
ting-room . Cassy realized th a t it had been a good begin
ning, and she should continue w hat she had begun.
In the attic she found a hole in the wall, and pu t
there the neck of an old bottle. W hen there was a strong
wind, it made the sounds th a t to superstitious ears m ight
easily seem scream s of h o rro r and despair.
A night or two after this, Legree and Cassy were s it
ting in the old sitting-room, by the side of the fire. It
was a stormy, windy night. Legree saw on the table an old
book, which Cassy had been reading, the first p a rt of the
evening. He took it up, and began to tu rn it over. It was
one of those collections of stories of bloody m urders and
legends about ghosts. He read the book for some time,
turning page after page, and then he threw it down.
“You don’t believe in ghosts, do you, Cass?” he said.
Cassy sat looking at him in the shadow of the cor
ner. There was th a t stran g e light in h er eyes th a t Legree
d id n ’t like.
“R ats and the wind make these noises,” said Legree.
“Can ra ts walk dow nstairs, and open a door when
you’ve locked it and set a chair against it? ” said Cassy.
“And walk, walk, walk rig h t up to your bed, and p u t
out th e ir hand like th is? ”
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Cassy kept looking a t Legree when she spoke. As
she stopped talking, she p u t h e r cold hand on his. He
sp ru ng back.
“Woman! W h a t do you mean? Nobody did?”
“O, no, of course not. Did I say they did?” said Cas
sy, w ith a chilly smile.
“B ut have you really seen? Come, Cass, w hat is it,
now, speak out!”
“You may sleep there, yourself,” said Cassy, “if you
w ant to know. Eh! W h a t was th a t? ”
A heavy old clock th a t stood in the corner of the
room slowly stru c k twelve.
“Twelve o’clock. Well, now w e’ll see,” she said, open
ing the door into the corridor, and stan ding as if liste n
ing. “W h a t’s th a t? ” she said, raising h er finger.
“I t ’s only th e w in d ,” said Legree.
A wild scream came from the attic. Legree’s knees
knocked together. His face became very w hite w ith fear.
“You’d b etter get your gun!” said Cassy, with a smile
th a t froze Legree’s blood. “I’d like to have you go up
now.”
“I won’t go!” said Legree.
“W hy not? There is no such th in g as ghosts, you
know! Come!” said Cassy, laughing wildly, as she was
leaving the room.
“I th in k you are the devil!” said Legree. “Come back,
Cass!”
B ut Cassy laughed. He heard h er open the doors th a t
led to the attic. Legree heard wild scream s again and,
terrified , ran into the sitting-room . In a few m om ents,
Cassy came there. She was pale, calm, and cold, and
w ith th a t same lig h t in her eyes.
“I only w ent up and sh u t the doors,” she explained.
“W h a t’s the m a tte r w ith th a t attic, Sim on?”
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“None of your business!” said Legree.
“O, it isn ’t? W ell,” said Cassy, “at any rate, I ’m glad
I d o n ’t sleep under i t . ”
That was the game th a t Cassy played with Legree to
keep him away from the attic. A fter th a t, she often
went there a t n ig h t when everybody else was asleep. She
brought there, a little a t a time, a lot of candles, food,
some books, and a greater part of her own and Emmeline’s
clothes. The women now only had to wait for an opportu
nity to run away.
the place was haunted — там водятся привидения

superstitious — суеверный
thought better of it — передумал
I’d like to have you go up now. — Прошу тебя, подни
мись наверх,
at any rate — во всяком случае
A ctivities
1) W h at th in g s were kept in the attic?

2) W hy did Legree avoid the a ttic and hate stories
about ghosts?
3) W h at did Cassy do to cause screams of h o rro r
coming from the attic?
4) How did she manage to keep Legree away from
the attic?
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2. Say why:
1) the slaves were sure th a t the a ttic was haunted.

2) Cassy decided to use Legree’s fe a r of ghosts in
her plan.
3) Cassy needed to keep Legree away from the attic.

1) The negroes began to s a y in a low voice stories

about ghosts.
2) Legree th reaten ed to break down the door, but
changed his m i n d .
3) Once Legree returned from a journey made on
a horse.
4) Legree heard wild scream s again and, in horror ,
ran into the sitting-room .
1) Cassy made Legree believe th a t the ghosts (h a u n t/

haunted) the attic.
2) Cassy said th a t she (h eard /h ad heard) people roll
ing round on the floor half the night.
3) Legree saw on the table an old book, which Cassy
(was re ad in g /h ad been reading), the firs t p a rt of
the evening.
Discussing the Text
1. The first part of Cassy’s plan was to keep Legree

from the attic. Explain why and how she did it.
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W ho is a su p erstitio u s person? Do you know anyone

who is superstitious?
CHAPTER 26
It was near evening. Legree was away on a ride to

some o th er farm . Cassy and Emmeline made two small
bundles.
"There, these will be large enough,” said Cassy. “Now
p u t on your h at, and le t’s go. I t ’s the rig h t tim e.”
“W hy, they can see us y e t,” said Emmeline.
“T h a t’s exactly my p lan ,” said Cassy, coolly. “D on’t
you know th a t they m ust try to catch, a t any rate? We
will go out of the back door, and ru n to the swamp.
Sambo or Quimbo will see us. They will go after. We
will get into the swamp. There, th e y ’ll be afraid to fol
low us. They’ll go back, and give the alarm , and take
out the dogs, and so on. In the m eantim e, you and I will
go to the creek, th a t ru n s back of the house. We walk
th ro u g h the w ater and get back to the back door. The
dogs can ’t track us there, because water does not hold
a scent. Everyone will ru n out of the house to look a fte r
us, and then we’ll get in at the back door, and up in
to the attic. I ’ve made us a nice bed in one of the g reat
boxes. We m ust stay in th a t attic for a good while.
I tell you, he w ill raise heaven and earth after us. H e’ll
use some of those old overseers on the o ther plantations,
and have a g reat hunt. They’ll go over every inch of
ground in th a t swamp. So let him h u n t.”
“Cassy, how well y o u ’ve planned it!” said Emmeline.
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“Come,” said Cassy, reaching her hand to Emmeline.
The two women left the house, and ran to the swamp.
As Cassy expected, when they were already n ear the
swamp, they heard a voice ordering to them to stop. It
was not Sambo, however, b u t Legree himself. Emmeline
seized Cassy’s arm , and said, “O, Cassy, F m going to
faint!”
“If you do, I ’ll kill you!” said Cassy, showing the girl
a small knife.
It helped. Emmeline didn’t faint, and ran, with Cassy,
into a deep and dark p art of swamp. It was perfectly hope
less for Legree to think of following them, w ithout help.
“W ell,” said he. “They’ve got them selves into a tra p
now! Sambo! Quimbo!” called Legree. He came up to the
village, when the men and women were ju s t re tu rn in g
from work. “T h ere’re two runaw ays in the swamps. I ’ll
give five dollars to any nigger who catches them . Get
the dogs!”
Some of the men im m ediately ra n one way, and some
another. Some were g e ttin g the dogs.
“Master, shall we shoot at them, if can ’t catch them ?”
said Sambo, to whom his m aster brought out a rifle.
“You may shoot a t Cass, if you like, b u t not the
g ir l,” said Legree. “And now, boys, be quick. Five dol
lars fo r anyone who gets them . A nd a glass of brandy to
every one of you, anyhow .”
The whole crowd ran down to the swamp, followed
by every serv a n t in the house. The house was empty,
when Cassy and Emmeline got in a t the back door. Look
ing from the sitting-room windows, Cassy and Emmeline
could see the men near the swamp.
“See there!” said Emmeline, pointing to Cassy. “The
h u n t’s begun! Look a t those lights! Listen! The dogs!
Don’t you hear? L et’s hide ourselves. Quick!”
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“There’s no need to h u rry ,” said Cassy, coolly. “They
are all there. W e’ll go upstairs. Meanwhile,” said she, tak
ing a key from the pocket of a coat th at Legree had thrown
down on the floor, “meanwhile I ’ll take som ething.”
She unlocked the desk, took from it a roll of bills.
“O, d o n ’t do that!” said Emmeline.
“Don’t!” said Cassy. “W hy not? W e’ll need the mon
ey to pay our way to the free states. Money will do an y
thing, g irl.”
And she p u t the money in her pocket.
“It would be stealing,” said Emmeline, in a sad whisper.
“Stealing!” said Cassy, w ith a laugh. “Every one of
these bills is stolen from poor creatu res who work and
die for him. Let him talk about stealing! Now, le t’s go
to the attic. You may be sure they won’t come there.
But if they do, I ’ll play ghost for th em .”
A round m idnight the h u n ters came back.
“Simon has to give up, fo r th is n ig h t,” said Cas
sy. “Look, how muddy his horse is. The dogs, too, look
tired. Ah, my good sir, you’ll have to try the h u n t
again and again. The game is n ’t over.”
The second hunt began the next morning, with the
help of some men and dogs from the nearby p la n ta
tions. Cassy and Em m eline saw th e men and dogs leave
early. Then they w aited, feeling quite calm and safe,
till they saw th e h u n te rs come back, tire d and very a n
g ry.
“Now, Quimbo,” said Legree, as he entered the s i t
ting-room , “you ju s t go and bring th a t Tom here, rig h t
away! The old dog is at the bottom of this matter. I’ll
have it out of him!”
The escape of Cassy and Emmeline irrita te d Legree
to the last degree. And his anger fell on the defense
less head of Tom. W hen he told th e slaves about the
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runaw ays, th ere was a sudden happy light in Tom ’s eye.
Legree saw th a t Tom h a d n ’t joined the h u n t.
“Ay, ay!” said Quimbo, and seized Tom by the shoul
der. “You’ll catch it, now! Tell you, you’ll get it, and no
mistake! See how you’ll look, now, helping M aster’s n ig
gers to ru n away! See w hat you’ll get!”
Tom knew about the plan of the escape, and the a t
tic. And he knew the cruel ch aracter of the m an who
was his m aster now, and his power. B ut he hoped he
would be stro n g enough to meet death, ra th e r th an be
tra y the helpless women.
“Well, Tom!” said Legree, w alking up, and seizing
him by th e collar of his coat, and speaking th ro u g h
his teeth . “Do you know I ’ve made up my m ind to kill
you?”
“I t ’s very likely, M aster,” said Tom, calmly.
“I ’ll have to do it, Tom, unless you tell me w hat
you know about these girls!” said Legree, w ith a terrible
calmness.
Tom stood silent.
“Do you h ear?” said Legree. “Speak out!”
“I have nothing to tell you, M aster,” said Tom, slow
ly and firm ly.
“Do you tell me, you d o n ’t know?” said Legree.
Tom was silent.
“Speak!” shouted Legree, strik in g him . “Do you know
an y th in g ?”
“I know, M aster, bu t I can’t tell a n y th in g .”
Legree took Tom by the arm , and, approaching his
face alm ost to his, said, in a terrible voice, “Listen,
Tom! You th in k , because I ’ve let you off before, I d o n ’t
mean w hat I say. B ut, th is time, I ’ve made up my mind.
You’ve always stood it out against me. Now, you’ll tell
me w hat you know, or I kill you! One or the other. I ’ll
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count every drop of blood there is in you, and take
them , one by one, till you give up!”
Tom d id n ’t say a word. Legree looked a t Tom, and
th ere was silence. B ut it was only for a moment. Then
Legree, stru ck his victim a heavy blow, and Tom fell to
the ground.
“H e’s still alive,” said Sambo.

The two overseers, who had only carried ou t th e ir
m a ste r’s cruel orders, had been moved, in spite of th em
selves, by Tom ’s courage and patience. W hen Legree
w ent away, they took him to the old cotton shed. They
washed his wounds. They made a bed for him , of some
cotton. One of them went to the house and b ro u g h t some
brandy, and poured it down Tom’s th ro at.
“O, Tom!” said Quimbo. “W e’ve been so cruel to you!”
“1 forgive you, w ith all my heart!” said Tom, in
a weak voice.
H elpful Words & Notes

water does not hold a scent — в воде не сохраняются
запахи
he will raise heaven and earth after us — он перевер
нет всё верх дном, чтобы нас найти
hunt — з д . облава
to pay our way to the free states — чтобы добраться до
свободных штатов
The old dog is at the bottom of this matter. I’ll have it
out of him! — Этот старый нес во всём виноват. Я
из него всё вытяну!
You’ve always stood it out against me. — Ты всегда
шел мне наперекор.
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A ctivities
1) W hy did Cassy choose th a t evening to make an es

cape?
2) W ho ordered Cassy and Emmeline to stop?
3) W h a t did Legree promise to the slaves fo r catch
ing the women?
4) W hy did Legree’s anger fall on Tom’s head?
5) W hy did the overseers feel sorry for Tom?
1) The second h u n t began the n ex t m orning.

2) Cassy and Emmeline made two small bundles.
3) The two women left the house, and ran to the
swamp.
4) Cassy unlocked the desk and took from it a roll
of bills.
1. F ill in the gaps with the nouns from the box.
tra p degree ghost swamp
1) Cassy and Emmeline ran to the ________ and

then re tu rn e d to the house.
2) Legree was sure th a t the runaw ays had got th e m
selves in a _________.
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3) Cassy was ready to play a ________ for everyone
who would approach the attic.
4) The escape irrita te d Legree to the last _________.
1) Cassy knew Legree (would/will) raise heaven and

earth a fte r them.
2) Legree and his men (w ent/w ere going) over every
inch of the ground in the swamp.
3) Legree came up to the village, when the slaves
(were re tu rn in g /re tu rn e d ) from work.
4) The slave-owner saw th a t Tom (didn’t jo in /h a d n ’t
joined) the hunt.

1. Talk about the second part of Cassy’s plan. Did
things go as it was planned?
2. Describe the conversation between Legree and Tom.
3. Prove that Tom’s courage and patience made a strong

impression even on overseers.
CHAPTER 27
Two days after, a young man drove a light wagon up

to Legree’s house. It was George Shelby. To show how
he came to be th ere, we m ust go back in our story.
The le tte r of Miss Ophelia to Mrs. Shelby had, by ac
cident, was kept, for a m onth or two, at some post-of
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fice, before it reached the fam ily. A nd, of course, before
it was received, Tom was already among the swamps of
the Red river.
Mrs. Shelby read the letter, and was w orried about
Tom. B ut th ere was nothing she could do th en . She
spent all h er tim e at the bedside of her husband, who
lay sick w ith fever. M aster George Shelby was no long
er a boy, b u t a tall young man. He helped his m other to
m anage the estate.
Miss Ophelia sent them the name of the lawyer who
did business for the St. Clares. B u t the sudden death
of Mr. Shelby, a few days a fte r, made his wife and son
very busy, fo r a season. Mrs. Shelby and George had to
examine accounts, sell property and settle debts.
In the m eantim e, they received a lette r from St.
C lare’s lawyer. He said th a t Tom had been sold a t a pub
lic auction, and he knew nothing where he was.
About six m onths a fte r th a t, Mrs. Shelby asked her
son to do some business down the river. George went to
New Orleans, hoping to find any inform ation about his
old friend and bring him back. A fte r some more m onths,
by accident, George m et a man, in New Orleans, who
had th a t inform ation. And with his money in his pocket,
our hero took a steam boat fo r the Red river.
He saw the owner of the plantation in fro n t of the
house. Legree received the stra n g e r w ith a kind of
coarse hospitality.
“I understand,” said the young man, “th at you bought,
in New Orleans, a man, called Tom. He used to be on
my f a th e r ’s place, and I came to see if I couldn’t buy
him back.”
Legree’s said, passionately: “Yes, 1 bought such a fel
low. The most rebellious dog! Because of him two of my
best girls have ru n away. He said he had helped them.
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I asked him to tell me where they were. He said he knew,
but he w ouldn’t tell me. And he stood to it, though
I gave him the worst whipping I ever gave nigger yet.
They say lie’s try in g to die, b u t I don’t believe him .”
“W here is he?” asked George. “Let me see h im .”
The cheeks of the young man were red, b u t he said
nothing more.
“H e’s in th a t old shed,” said a boy, who stood hold
ing George’s horse.
Legree kicked the boy, and swore at him. George, w ith
out saying another word, turned and went to the shed.
Tom had been lying there fo r two days, not su ffe r
ing, because every nerve of suffering was destroyed. He
lay, fo r the m ost p a rt, very quietly. O ther slaves visited
him in the darkness of the n ight, to give him only the
cup of cold w ater.
When George entered the shed, he felt his heart sick.
“Is it possible, is it possible?” he said, coming up to
Tom. “Uncle Tom, my poor, poor old friend! Look up!
H ere’s M aster George. Y our own little M aster George.
Don’t you know m e?”
“Master George!” said Tom, opening his eyes, and speak
ing in a weak voice. “M aster George!”
He smiled, then tears ra n down the cheeks.
“I t ’s all I wanted! They d id n ’t forget me!”
“I ’ve come to buy you, and take you hom e,” said
George.
“O, Master George, you’re too late. I ’m dying,” said
Tom, grasping his hand. “O, Master George! Please, don’t
tell Chloe, how you found me. And oh, the poor children,
and the baby. I was so worried about them! And give my
love to Master, and dear good Missis, and everybody there!”
Legree came up to the door of the shed, looked in
and tu rn e d away.
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“The devil!” said George, very angry. “I t ’s a pleas
ure to think th a t he will pay him for this, some of these
days!”
“O, d o n ’t! You m u s tn ’t!” said Tom, “h e ’s a poor m is
erable creature!”
A t this mom ent Tom ’s eyes closed forever, and with
a smile, he died.
George steps at the door and turned: Legree was
stan d in g behind him. The young man felt an impulse to
get away from him, with as few words as possible.
“You have got all you ever can of him . W h a t shall
I pay you for the body? I will take it away, and bury
i t , ” he said, firm ly, pointing to the dead man.
“I don’t sell dead niggers,” said Legree. “You can bury
him where and when you like.”
“Boys,” said George to two or three negroes, who
were looking a t the body, “help me carry him to my
wagon. And get me a spade.”
One of them ran for a spade. The oth er two helped
George to carry Tom’s body to the wagon.
George n e ith e r spoke to nor looked a t Legree, who
followed them to where the wagon stood a t the door.
Tom ’s body was pu t in the wagon, on George’s cloak.
Then George tu rn ed to Legree, and said:
“I haven ’t said to you w hat I th in k of this m urder.
This is not the tim e and place. B ut, sir, I will go to the
court, and say e v e ry th in g .”
“Do!” said Legree, snapping his fingers. “How are you
going to prove it? Come, now!”
George saw, at once, th a t the man was right. There
was not a single white person on the place. And in all
southern courts, the words of coloured people are nothing.
“A fter all, what a fuss, for a dead nigger!” said Legree.
It was more th a t George can bear. He turned, and, with
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one blow, knocked Legree on his face. Then he got into
the wagon and drove away.
Legree rose, and brushed the d u st from his clothes.
He stood, silently, looking a t the wagon, until he could
no longer see it.
George asked the negroes to make a grave for Tom in
a dry, sandy spot among the trees, fa r from the plantation.
“Shall we take off the cloak, M aster?” said the men,
when the grave was ready.
“No, no, bury it w ith him! I t ’s all I can give you,
now, poor Tom, and you m ust have i t . ”
They laid him in the grave.
“You may go, boys,” said George, when it was over.
He gave each of th e negroes a coin.
“If young M aster could please buy us —” said one of
them.
“H ard times here, Master!” said the other. “Please,
M aster, buy us!”
“I can ’t! I can ’t!” said George, w ith difficulty. “I t ’s
impossible!”
The poor fellows looked sad, and walked off in si
lence.
“B ut I prom ise to do w hat one man can to drive out
slavery from my land!” said George, stand in g by the
grave of his poor friend.
H elpful Words & Notes
at the bedside — у постели

The most rebellious dog! — Отъявленный бунтовщик!
1 gave him the worst whipping I ever gave nigger
yet — Я его выпорол так, к а к не порол еще ни
одного негра
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every nerve of suffering was destroyed — истязания
притупили у него всякую чувствительность
he felt his heart sick — сердце у него сжалось
The young man felt an im pulse to get away from him,
with as few words as possible, — Молодой человек
почувствовал ж елание покончить с ним, не тратя
лиш них слов.
And in all southern courts, the words of coloured peo
ple are nothing. — В всех ю ж ны х ш татах с показа
ниями негров в судах не считаются,
what a fuss, for a dead nigger — столько ш ума из-за
одного мертвого негра
to drive out slavery — изгнать рабство
A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) spent all her tim e a t the bedside of her husband.

2) helped his m other to manage the estate.
3) found Tom near death.
4) asked George Shelby to buy them .
1) W hen did George Shelby begin looking for Tom?

2) W h at helped George to find his old friend?
3) W hat did Tom say to the young man before his
death?
4) W here did George bury Tom?
5) W h a t prom ise did he make on Tom ’s grave?
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случайно; расплатиться с долгами; грубоватое госте

приимство; не говоря ни слова.
2. Fill in the prepositions off, w ith , for, on.
1) Mrs. Shelby stayed a t the bedside of her h u s

band, who lay sick _____ fever.
2) One of the slaves ra n _____ a spade.
3) George knocked Legree ______ his face.
4) The negroes walked in silence.
Discussing the Text
1. Describe the meeting between Tom and George Shelby.
George knocked Legree down on the ground. W hy

d id n ’t Legree say or do anything about it?
CHAPTER 28
A bout this time, the servants on Legree’s place s t a r t

ed to talk about stran g e ghosts in the house. They whis
pered th a t tall figures in a white sheet walked a t n ig h t
around the house, and in the m orning. And the doors
were all found s h u t and locked as ever.
Legree overheard th is w hispering. He drank more
brandy than usual, and swore louder than ever in the
daytim e. B ut he had bad dream s. The nig ht a fte r Tom ’s
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body had been carried away, he rode to the next town
and drank a lot of brandy. He got home late and tired.
He locked his door, and took out the key. Then he set
a chair against the door. He set a night-lam p a t the
head of his bed and p u t his guns there, and went to
sleep.
W ell, he slept, because he was tired. Suddenly he
heard screams and groans. And, w ith it all, he knew he
was asleep, and he trie d to wake up. He was sure some
thin g was coming into his room. He knew the door was
opening, b u t he could not move his hand or foot. A t
last he turn ed. The door was open, and he saw a hand
p u ttin g out his light.
It was a cloudy moonlight, and there he saw it! Some
thing white, coming in! The ghost came up to his bed.
A cold hand touched his, and a voice said, three times, in
a whisper, “Come! come! come!” And, while he lay, te r r i
fied, the thing was gone. He got out of bed, and pulled
a t the door. It was sh u t and locked. And the man fainted.
A fte r this, Legree became a harder drinker than ev
er before. There were rum ors around the country, soon
a fte r th a t he was sick and dying, and a t his bed he saw
a w hite tall figure, saying, “Come! Come! Come!”
In the n igh t when Legree saw th a t ghost, two white
figures left the house and went tow ards the road.
It was near sunrise when Cassy and Emmeline sat
down under a tree to have some rest. Cassy was dressed
in black like a Creole lady. She had a small black hat on
her head. Emmeline was disguised as her maid.
Cassy was brought up in a rich family, and her lan
guage and movements were all in agreement with this
idea. And she had still enough of nice dresses and jewels.
Cassy and Emmeline arrived in town and found
a sm all hotel. The firs t person they saw, a fte r th e ir a r
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rival, was George Shelby. He was staying in th e same
hotel, w aiting for the n ex t boat.
Cassy had seen the young man from the attic. From
the conversations she had overheard among the negroes,
as she walked about the house, w earing a w hite sheet,
she knew who he was to Tom.
Cassy’s looks and m anners, and money, helped to
avoid any suspicions in th e hotel. People are never in
terested in those who pay well. Cassy knew th a t, and she
had provided herself w ith money.
In the evening, a boat came along, and George Shel
by helped Cassy to get aboard, with the politeness which
comes naturally to every Kentuckian.
Cassy stayed in her cabin d u rin g the whole tim e they
were on Red river, saying th a t she was ill. H er young
p re tty maid took care of her.
W hen they arrived a t th e Mississippi riv er, Cassy,
Emmeline and George safely boarded the steam er Cincin
nati.
Cassy’s health was much b e tte r now. She came to the
table and walked on the deck.
From the mom ent th a t George firs t saw h er face, he
couldn’t keep him self from looking a t her. W here had he
seen th a t face before? Or, if not th a t face, then where
had he seen one very much like it? Cassy noticed th a t
he was w atching her. As she met his eyes tu rn ed so o f
ten tow ard hers, she felt worried. She began to th in k
th a t he had suspected som ething. Finally she decided she
could tr u s t the young man, and she told him her th e ir
story. George said th a t he would do all in his power to
help anyone get away from Legree’s plantation.
The n ex t cabin to Cassy’s was occupied by a French
lady, Madame de Thoux. She was accompanied by a p re t
ty little d a u g h te r of twelve.
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This lady knew, from her conversations with George,
that he was from Kentucky. George’s chair was often placed
at her cabin door. Cassy could hear their conversations.
Madame de Thoux said she had lived in K entucky
once. George discovered, to his surprise, th a t she rem em
bered people and th in g s he knew.
“Do you know a n y th in g ,” said Madame de Thoux to
him , one day, “about a man, of the name H arris? ”
“There is an old fellow, of th a t name. He lives not
fa r from my f a th e r ’s place,” said George.
“He is a large slave-owner, I th in k ,” said Madame de
Thoux, w ith a m anner w hich seemed to betray more in
terest th a n she wanted to show.
“He is,” said George, surprised a t her m anner.
“Did you ever know about his m u latto boy, called
George?”
“O, certainly, George H arris. I know him well. He m ar
ried my m other’s servant. But he’s escaped, to Canada.”
“He has?” said Madame de Thoux, quickly. “Thank
God!”
George looked surprised, b u t said nothing.
Madame de Thoux leaned her head on her hand, and
b u rst into tears.
“He is my b ro th e r,” she said.
“Madame!” said George.
“Yes,” said Madame de Thoux, proudly, wiping her
tears, “Mr. Shelby, George H arris is my brother!”
George pushed back his chair and looked a t Madame
de Thoux.
“I was sold to the South when he was a boy,” said
she. “I was bought by a good and generous man. He
took me with him to the W est Indies, set me free, and
m arried me. He recently died. I was going up to K en
tucky, to see if I could find and buy my b ro th e r.”
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“He said he had a sister Emily, who was sold to the
S o u th ,” said George.
“Yes, indeed! I am the one,” said Madame de Thoux.
“Tell me about h im .”
“H e’s a fine young m an ,” said George, “I know, you
see, because he married in our fam ily.”
“W h at so rt of a g irl? ” said Madame de Thoux.
“She’s beautiful, intelligent, k in d ,” said George. “My
m other had bro u g h t h er up, and train ed her as carefully,
alm ost, as a d au g h ter. She can read and w rite, and she
is a beautiful sin g er.”
“W as she born in your house?” said Madame de
Thoux.
“No. F a th e r bought her once, in one of his trip s to
New Orleans, and b ro u g h t her as a present to m other.
She was about eight or nine years old, then. F a th e r nev
er told m other w hat he had given for her. B ut, the o th
er day, we found among his old papers the bill of sale.
He paid a lot of money for her. I th in k , it was because
of h e r ex trao rd in ary b eau ty .”
George sat with his back to Cassy, and d id n ’t see the
expression of her face, as he was giving these details. She
came up to him and touched his arm . H er face was white.
“Do you know the names of the people who sold her
to him ?” she said.
“The m an ’s name was Simmons, I th in k . Yes, th a t
was the name on the bill of sale.”
“O, my God!” said Cassy, and fell on the floor of the
cabin, fain ting .
George and Madame de Thoux d id n ’t know why Cas
sy had fainted. B ut they tried to help her.
Poor Cassy! W hen she came to, she tu rn e d h e r face
to the wall, and cried like a child. She felt sure, in th a t
hour, th a t she had found her daug hter.
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Legree became a harder drinker than ever before — Jle-
гри запил без удержу
Creole lady — креолка (Креолы — потомки первых пе
реселенцев из Испании, Португалии и Ф ранции, за
селивших колонии этих стран в Северной и Южной
Америке.)
her language and movements were all in agreement
with this idea — знание французского язы к а и уме
ние хорошо держ аться позволили ей легко вжиться
в новую роль
with the politeness which comes naturally to every Ken
tuckian — с галантностью, свойственной каждому
уроженцу К ентукки
he married in our family — он взял жену из нашего дома
A ctivities
1) W h at was Cassy’s last trick?

2) W h at happened to Legree a fte r that?
3) How were the runaw ay slaves disguised?
4) W ho was Madame de Thoux?
5) W hat did Cassy learn about her daughter?
1) Legree became a hard d rink er th an ever before

because... .
2) Cassy and Emmeline avoided suspicions because... .
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3) Cassy decided to tell George Shelby the tr u th be
cause... .
1) Cassy, Emmeline and George safely got on the

steam er C incinnati.
2) Finally Cassy decided she could b e lie ve the young
man.
3) Mr. Shelby brought Cassy’s d a u g h ter home as
a g if t for his wife.
2. Fill in the prepositions if necessary.
1) Legree got out of bed, and pulled ______ the door.

2) Emmeline was disguised _____ Cassy’s maid.
3) “He m arried _____ my m o th e r’s se rv a n t,” said
George.
4) The French lady was accompanied ______ a p re tty
little d a u g h te r of twelve.

Describe the last part of Cassy’s plan. W hat’s your
opinion of the escape plan?
CHAPTER 29
George Shelby, moved by Cassy’s story, sen t her

E liza’s bill of sale. It had the same date and nam e as
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she remembered. Cassy felt no doubt th a t Eliza was her
child. It rem ained now only for her to find her.
Madame de Thoux went immediately to Canada, and be
gan looking for her brother and his family among runaway
slaves. A t Amherstberg she found the pastor with whom
George and Eliza had stayed, when they arrived in Canada.
And he told her how to find the family in Montreal.
George and Eliza had now been free for five years.
George had found a job in the shop of a m achinist. He
was earning enough money to support his family. They
had a new d au g h ter, little Eliza. L ittle H arry — a fine
b rig h t boy — was in a good school.
The pastor of the stan d from A m herstberg, where
George and Eliza had firs t landed, was very much in te r
ested in the stories of Madame de Thoux and Cassy. He
agreed to take them to M ontreal.
The scene now changes to a small, neat house, on
the o u tsk irts of M ontreal. It was already evening. A tea-
table, covered w ith a w hite tablecloth, was prepared for
the supper. In one corner of th e room th ere was a table
covered w ith a green tablecloth, w ith pens and paper on
it. Over it there was a shelf of books.
This was George’s study. He tried to spend there all
the spare time he had, reading and w riting.
A t th is time, he was seated at the table, m aking
notes from a book from the fam ily library.
“Come, G eorge,” said Eliza, “you’ve been gone all
day. Please p u t down th a t book, and le t’s talk, while I ’m
g e ttin g te a .”
And little Eliza tried to pull the book out of his
hand, and get herself on his knee.
“O, you little sm a rt girl!” said George.
“T hat’s rig h t,” said Eliza, as she began to cut bread.
She was a little older, but as happy as a woman should be.
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“H arry , my boy, how was th a t problem, today?” said
George, as he laid his hand on his son’s head.
Harry looked at his father with a happy smile and said,
“I did it, every bit of it, myself, father. Nobody helped me!”
“T h a t’s r ig h t,” said his fa th e r. “Do everything you r
self, my son. You have a b e tte r chance to stud y than
your poor fa th e r ever h a d .”
A t this mom ent, somebody knocked a t the door. Eliza
w ent and opened it. She saw the good pastor from Am*
herstberg and said, happy, “Why! Is this you?”
There were two more women w ith him. Eliza asked
them to sit down.
The honest p asto r had prepared a little program
for the m eeting. He was tak in g ou t his handkerchief to
wipe his m outh and give his speech, when Madame de
Thoux upset the whole plan. She threw her arm s around
George’s neck, and let all out a t once, saying, “O,
George! Don’t you know me? I ’m your sister E m ily.”
Cassy was quite calm, but at that moment little Eliza
suddenly appeared before her. She looked just as her daugh
ter when she saw her last. The little thing looked in her
face. Cassy caught her up in her arms, saying, what, at the
moment she really believed, “Darling, I’m your mother!”
The good pastor, at last, managed to get everybody
quiet, and gave his speech. It was so touching, th a t it
left his whole audience crying with joy.
A fter a day or two, Madame de Thoux told her b ro th
er about her life. The death of her husband had left her
a big fortune, which she offered to share with the fam
ily. W hen she asked George w hat she could do for him,
he answered, “Give me an education, Emily. T h a t’s what
I always wanted. Then, I can do all the re st.”
It was decided th a t the whole family should go, for
some years, to France.
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Soon they sailed, carrying Emmeline w ith them . The
first mate of the ship fell in love with the p re tty girl.
And, a fte r entering the port, she became his wife.
George rem ained fo u r years a t a French u n iv er
sity, and got a very good education. Political troubles
in France, a t last, made the family leave the country.
George refused to re tu rn to America because of the slav
ery. He decided to go to Liberia instead. He wrote about
his feelings and ideas in a le tte r to one of his friends.
“I have no wish to go back to America. I often think
about my parents. To my white fath er I was no more than
a fine dog or horse. But to my poor mother I was a child.
I never saw her, after the cruel sale th a t separated us,
till she died. But I know th a t she always loved me dearly.
W hen I think about all she suffered, about my own life,
about the struggles of my wife, about my sister, sold in
the New Orleans slave m arket — I have no wish to pass
for an American, or to identify myself with them. I want
a country, a nation, of my own. And I see myself with A f
rican people. W here can I to look for such a place?
On the shores of A frica I see Liberia — a republic
form ed by freed slaves. There it is my wish to go, and
help make Liberia a g re a t nation.
You may say th a t I forget those of us who rem ain
slaves in America. B ut, w hat can I do for them ? Can
I break th e ir chains? No, not as an individual. B ut I can
go and form p a rt of a nation, i t will have a voice all
the world can hear. And then we can speak.
You will call me an en thu siast. You will tell me th a t
I d o n ’t realize w hat I am doing. B ut I do. I go to Libe
ria to work. To work w ith both hands; to work hard; to
work again st all sorts of difficulties; and to work till
I die. This is w hat I go for. And in th is I am quite sure
1 shall not be disappointed.
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W hatev er you may th in k of my decision, th in k th a t,
in w hatever I do, I act w ith a h eart given to my people.
GEORGE HARRIS.”
George, w ith his wife, children, sister and m other-in-

law, went to A frica, some few weeks after. If we are not
m istaken, the world will yet hear from him there.
Madame de Thoux finally managed to find Cassy’s
son. The young m an had escaped, some years before his
m other, and been received and educated by some friends
in the N orth. He will soon follow his fam ily to A frica.
in the shop of a m achinist — в механической мастер

ской
spare time — досуг
on the outskirts of Montreal — на окраине Монреаля
problem — зд. арифметическая задача
first m ate of the ship — первый помощ ник капитана
to pass for an American, or to identify m yself with
them — выдавать себя за американца или иметь с
ними что-то общее
Liberia — Либерия; государство в Западной Африке,
основанное в 1947 году освобожденными рабами из
США; его название означает «земля свободы»
A ctivities
1. Say who:
1) sen t Cassy the bill of sale for h e r daughter.
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2) agreed to take Madame de Thoux and Cassy to
Canada.
3) worked as a m achinist.
4) offered to share the money w ith the family.
5) fell in love w ith Emmeline.
1) W here did Madame de Thoux and Cassy finally

find George and Eliza?
2) W h a t was new in the life of George’s family?
3) How did George tr y to spend his spare time?
4) W here did the whole fam ily go first?
5) W here did they choose to settle down?
audience nation o u tsk irts mate
1) George’s fam ily settled down on the _______ of

M ontreal.
2) The good pastor im pressed his _________ w ith
a touching speech.
3) The firs t _________ of the steam er fell in love
with E m m e l i n e .
4) George w anted to make Liberia a g re a t _________.
2. Put the verb in the brackets into the right form.
1) The pastor from the place where George and

Eliza (to land) five years before, was happy to
help the women.
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2) E liza’s bill of sale had the same name and date
as she (to remember).
3) Cassy’s son (to escape) some years before his
m other.
Discussing the Text

1. Imagine that you’re Eliza. Say when you finally met
your mother and George’s sister. Describe that m eet
ing in detail.

George decided to stay away from America and settle
down in Liberia. W hy did he do it? Do you approve
of his choice? W h at kind of fu tu re can you im agine
for him and his fam ily, say, in tw enty years?
CHAPTER 30
George Shelby had w ritten to his m other th a t he was
coming home. He h a d n ’t been able to w rite about the
death of his old friend. He had tried several tim es, and
always finished by tearin g up the paper, wiping his eyes,
and ru sh in g somewhere to get quiet.
There was excitem ent all over the Shelby house, on
the day of the arriv al of young M aster George.
Mrs. Shelby was seated in her com fortable sitting-
room. The table was prepared for the supper. Old Chloe,
in a new dress, with clean, white apron, and high t u r
ban, looked happy.
“Now! W on’t it look natural to him?” she said. “ I put
his plate ju st where he likes it — by the fire. Mas
te r George always w ants the warm seat. O, why d id n ’t
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Sally get out the best teapot, the little new one, Master
George got for Missis, for Christmas? I’ll ask to have it
out! And has Missis heard from Master George?” she said.
“Yes, Chloe. B ut ju s t to say he would be home to
n ight, if he could. T h a t’s a ll.”
“Did he say an y th in g about my old m an?” said
Chloe, still a rra n g in g the cups.
“No, he d id n ’t. He did not speak of anythin g, Chloe.
He said he would tell everything, when he got home.”
“J u s t like M aster George. H e’s always w anted to tell
everything him self. I d on’t un d erstan d , for my part,
how w hite people w rite th in g s so much as they do. W rit
ing is such a slow kind of w ork.”
Mrs. Shelby smiled.
“I ’m th in k in g th a t my old man won’t recognize the
boys and the baby. O! Polly’s the biggest girl, now. She
is good, too, and sm art. She’s in the house, now, w atch
ing the cake. I ’m baking the cake my old man liked so
much. I made th is cake for him the m orning he left.
How I felt, th a t morning!”
Mrs. Shelby sighed, and felt a heavy weight on her
heart. She had felt uneasy, ever since she received her son’s
letter. She suspected th at he was trying to hide something.
“Has Missis got the bills?” said Chloe, anxiously.
“Yes, Chloe.”
“I w ant to show my old man the bills th a t baker gave
me. ‘A n d ,’ he says, ‘Chloe, I wish you’d stay longer.’
‘Thank you, M aster,’ I say, ‘I would, only my old m an ’s
coming home. And Missis can’t do w ithout me any long
e r.’ T h a t’s w hat I told him. A very nice man, th a t M aster
Jones was.”
The sound of wheels now was heard.
“M aster George!’ said A u n t Chloe, ru n n in g up to the
window.
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Mrs. Shelby ran to the door to meet her son. A unt
Chloe stood anxiously looking out into the darkness.
“O, poor A u n t Chloe!” said George. He stopped, and
took her hard, black hand between both his hands. “ I ’m
sorry! I couldn’t b rin g him w ith m e.”
There was an exclam ation from Mrs. Shelby, but
A un t Chloe said nothing.
The group entered the sitting-room . The money, of
which Chloe was so proud, was still lying on the table.
“T here,” she said, g ath erin g it up, and giving it
to her m istress, “I d o n ’t w ant to see it again. J u s t as
I knew it would be. He was sold, and killed on those t e r
rible old plantations!”
Chloe tu rn ed , and walked proudly out of th e room.
Mrs. Shelby followed her. She took one of h er hands,
drew h er down into a chair, and sa t down by her.
“My poor, good Chloe!” she said.
Chloe leaned h er head on her m istress’ shoulder, and
cried, saying, “O Missis! Excuse me, my h e a r t’s broken.
T h a t’s all!”
“I know it is,” said Mrs. Shelby, as her tears fell fast.
There was a silence for some tim e. A t last, George,
took her Chloe’s hand, and told her about her h usban d’s
death, and his last words.
A bout a m onth a fte r th is, one m orning, all the

se rv a n ts of th e Shelby e sta te g ath ered in the g re a t hall
of th e house to h ear a few words from th e ir young
m aster.
To the surp rise of everyone, he appeared among them
w ith a pile of papers in his hand. These were certificates
of freedom to everyone 011 the place. He read the papers,
and gave them to all the negroes, am id the sobs and
tears and shouts.
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Many servants, however, asked him not to send them
away. They tried to give th e ir free papers back.
“We don’t w ant to be freer than we are. W e’ve al
ways had all we wanted. We don’t w ant to leave the old
place, and M aster and Missis, and the rest!”
“My good friends,” said George, as soon as he could
get silence, “th e re ’ll be no need for you to leave me. We
need here as many workers as before. But, you are now
free men and free women. I shall pay you wages for your
work. The advantage is, th a t if som ething happens to
me, you can ’t now be taken and sold. I plan to teach you
what, perhaps, it will take you some time to learn — how
to use the rig h ts I give you as free men and women.”
“One thing more,” said the young man. “Do you all re
member our good old Uncle Tom?” And he told his serv
ants about Tom’s death. “It was on his grave, my friends,
th a t I made up my mind, th a t I would no longer own
slaves. I made up my mind that no one would have to leave
his home and friends because of me, and die on a lone
ly plantation, as he died. So, when you think th at you’re
free, remember th a t you owe it to Uncle Tom. And please
pay the debt to his wife and children. Be kind to them. And
1 hope that every time you see Uncle Tom’s Cabin, you’ll re
member what a good and honest man he was, and how kind
he was to everybody. Try to follow in his steps.”
W on’t it look natural to him? — Надо, чтобы всё было

так, как всегда.
I’ll ask to have it out! — Пойду попрошу его достать,
for my part — если вы хотите знать мое мнение
certificates of freedom — вольные
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you owe it to Uncle Tom — вы обязаны этим дяде Тому
Try to follow in his steps. — Постарайтесь стать таки
ми ж е, как он.
A ctivities
1) W hen did George re tu rn to the K entucky farm ?

2) W hy everyone in th e house was excited about
G eorge’s arrival?
3) How did A u n t Chloe take the news about h er
husband’s death?
4) How long did it take George to prepare the cer
tificates of freedom for his slaves?
5) W h at did George ask his people to rem em ber
about Uncle Tom?

1) George Shelby couldn’t make him self w rite his
m other about Tom ’s death because... .
2) Mrs. Shelby felt som ething was wrong because... .
3) Many serv ants trie d to give th e ir free papers
back because... .

1. Fill in the prepositions a m i d , up, in, on.
1) Mrs. Shelby felt a heavy w e i g h t her heart.
2) George gave the free papers to the slaves _____
the sobs and tears and shouts.
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3) George made ______ his mind th a t he would no
longer own slaves.
4) George asked his people to follow _____ Tom’s
steps.
1) “Did he say anything about my old m an?” said

Chloe to Mrs. Shelby.
2) “I w ant to show my old man the bills th a t baker
gave m e,” said Chloe.
3) “I shall pay you wages for your w ork,” said
George to his people.
4) “Please pay the debt to his wife and children,”
said George to the negroes.

1. George Shelby came back home. W hat news did he
bring Aunt Chloe? How did she take it? Describe
the scene in the house.
2. George Shelby told his people, “When you think

that you’re free, remember that you owe it to Uncle
Tom.” Do you agree? Why?

1) W h a t’s your opinion about the end of the story?
W as it unexpected?
2) Did you like the novel? W hat did you like about it?
3) Talk about the main ch aracters of the book.
W hom did you like best? W hy?
4) W h at basic problems and ideas does the au th o r
touch in her book?
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Vocabulary
A
abstractedly [asb'stnektidli] a d v рассеянно

account [a'kaunt] n счет, отчетность
ache [eik] о болеть
action ['aekjn] n действие, поступок
adjust [o 'd 3 A S t| о приводить в порядок, поправлять
afford [Vfo:d] о позволить себе
amid [a'mid] p rep среди, посреди
ankle ['aerjkl] n лоды ж ка
appearance [o'piorons) n зд. внеш ний вид
arrange [o'reincfe] v организовывать, договариваться (о
чем-то)
article ['u:tikl] n зд. вещь, товар
attic [ 'netik] n чердак
auction [ o*kJn] п аукцион, торги
average ['aevaricfc] а обыкновенный, средний
axe fseks| п топор
baker ['beiko] п булочник, пекарь

bandage ['baendicfe] п повязка
bank [baepk] п берег (реки)
bear [Ьеэ] (bore, born) v зд. выносить
beech [bi:tj] n бук
betray [bi'trei] v предавать, выдавать
bid [bid] n предлагаемая цена на аукционе
bitter |'b ita | а горький
blacksmith ['blasksmiO] n кузнец
blame [bleim] v винить
bleeding ['bliidir)] n кровотечение
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board |bo:d] n доска; борт (корабля); v садиться (на ко
рабль)
b ru ta l [bru:tl] а бесчеловечный, жестокий
cabin [ 'kaebin] п хиж ина, лачуга; каюта

cellar ['sels] п погреб
chain [ 'tfein] п цепь; о заковывать в цепи
change [tfeindj] п изменение; сдача; v менять(ся)
chilly [tfil] а прохладный
cholera ['ктйэгэ] п холера
cloak ['klauk] п плащ
closet ['klozit] п чулан, кладовка
coachm an ['ksutjman] п кучер
coarse [ko:s] а грубый
colored ['кл1эй| а цветной
come to ['клт'Ш :] p h r v очнуться, прийти в себя
com m onplace ['knmanpleis] а ничем не примечательный
conceal [kon'skl] v скрывать, прятать
cough [kDf] п каш ель; у каш л ять
creak [kri:k| v скрипеть
c re a tu re ['krirtj’oj n существо
creek [kri:k] n ручей
crew [kru:] n эки паж (судна)
crop [krDp] n урожай
c u rl [кз:1] n локон
curly ['кз:Ь] а кудрявы й
dam age ['dasmidgl v повреждать

debt [det] n долг
deceive [di'si:v] v обманывать
deck [dek] n палуба
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delicate [delikot| а тонкий, уточенный
deserve [di'z3:v] о заслуживать
despair [clis'peo] n отчаяние
determined [di't3:mind] а решительный
disguise |dis'gaiz] v изменять внешность, переодевать
disrespect ^disris'pekt] n неуважение
disturb [dis't3:b] и беспокоить, тревожить
dome [daum] n купол
draw [dro:] (drew, drawn) о тянуть
draw out вытаскивать
draw up останавливаться (о транспорте)
drawer ['dro:o] n ящик (стола)
earn [з:п| v зарабатывать

easy | i:zi] а легкий, простой; adv легко
escape [is'keip] n побег
estate [1'steitJ n поместье, имение
evil [ i:vl] n зло
expect [ik'spekt] о ожидать
extend [ik'stend] v вытягивать, протягивать
faint [feint] v потерять сознание

fair [feo] а честный, справедливый; светлый
faithful ['feiOfuI] а преданный
fate [feit] n судьба
fault [fo:lt] n вина, проступок
feature [ fi-tjo] n зд. черта лица
ferry ['ferij n паром
fire ['faio| и стрелять
firmly ['f3:mli] adv твердо, решительно
firm ness ['f3:mnes] n стойкость, непоколебимость
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fix (fiks] v чинить; улаживать; сосредоточивать (взгляд)
flit [flit] v порхать
flourish ['fU nf] v расцветать
flu en tly [ flu:ontli] a d v бегло, легко
flush [fIaJ] v хлынуть
forbid [fa'bid] (forbade, forbidden) v запрещ ать
fo rtn ig h t ['fo:tnait] n две недели
fo rtu n e ['fo:'tju:n] n состояние
free [fri:] а свободный; v освобождать
set free освобождать
frown [fraun] о смотреть неодобрительно
g a th e r up ['gaeda(r) 'лр] p h r v собраться с силами

generous ['tfeenaras] а великодуш ный, щедрый
gentle [d3entl] а тихий, м ягкий
ghost ['goust] n призрак, привидение
give up ['giv'Ap] p h r v сдаться, уступить
g litte r [ glita] v блестеть, сверкать
good-natured ['gucTneitJedl а добродушный
g rief [gri:f] n горе, печаль
grind [graind] (ground, ground) v молоть
g roan [groun] n стон; v стонать
ground |g ra m d | форма прошедшего времени от grind
handcuffs ['hcEndkAfs] n pi наручники

hand-m ill ['haendmil] n ручная мельница
h a rsh [ha:J] a ж есткий, суровый
heap [hi:p] n груда, куча
h igh-spirited [,hai'spiritid| а горячий, непокорный
highw ay ['haiwei] n большая дорога
hug [hлд ] (hugged) v обнимать
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hump up ['Ьлшр'лр! p h r v сгорбиться
hurt [h з:t ] v причинить боль; болеть
indignation [, indig neijn] n негодование, возмущение

inherit [in'herit] v унаследовать
insult [in SAltJ v оскорблять
iron ['aian] n зд. утюг; v гладить
irritate ['ir^teit] v раздражать
kick [kikj v пинать ногами; n пинок

kindly ['kaindli] а доброжелательный
knock [nnk] v стучать; ударять
knock down сбить с ног
land [laend] о высаживаться на берег

lantern ['lasnton] n фонарь
lash [1ae f] n удар хлыстом, плетью
last [la:st] v длиться; выдерживать
lawful |'b:ful] а законный
lay (leij (laid) v положить
let off ['let'of] p h r v прощать, отпускать без наказания
lie [lai] v I (lay, lain) лежать; II (lied) лгать
load [bud] v грузить, нагружать
look over [luk'ouva] p h r и просматривать
loss [Ids] n потеря
m anage (sm th) ['maenicij] v заведовать, управлять

(чем-л.)
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manufacturer [^aenju'faektforo] n предприниматель, фа
брикант
mark out ['mcnk'aut] phr l> выделять
matter ['maeta] n дело, проблема
mean [mi:n] и иметь в виду; значить
miserable [ mi/эгзЫ] а жалкий, несчастный
mistress ['mistris] п хозяйка; любовница
mood [mu:d] п настроение
moved [mu:vd] а растроганный
muddy ['mAdi] а мутный
muscular ['mAskjuta] а мускулистый
neat [ni:t] а аккуратный

neckerchief ['nekatfif] п шейный платок
newcomer ['njin'kAma] п новоприбывший
nigger ['гида] п груб, негр, черномазый
nightgown ['naitgaun] п ночная рубашка
noble ['пэиЫ] а благородный
nurse [пз:я] v ухаживать (за больным)
obey [aubei] v слушаться, подчиняться

open on ['эсрэпЪп] phr и выходить (на что-л), вести
(куда-л.)
overhear ^эотэ'Ыэ] (overheard, overheard) v нечаянно
услышать; подслушивать
overseer ['ouvasio] п надсмотрщик
part [pu:t] v расставаться; разлучать

pass [pens] и проходить, переходить; принимать (о законе)
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path |ра:0] n тропинка
patience ['peijns] n терпение
patient [ peijnt] а терпеливый
pick [pik] v собирать
pick up заезжать (за кем-л.)
pitcher ['pitfs] n кувшин
plump [pLvmp] а полный, пухлый
pop out ['pnpaut] p h r v высовывать
porch [po:tf] n крыльцо
prayer [preo] n молитва
press [pres| v жать; настаивать (на чем-л.)
proof [pru:f] n доказательство
provide (with sm th) [pra'vaid] v снабжать, обеспечивать
(чем-л.)
railing ['reilip] n ограждение, перила

raise [reiz] и растить, воспитывать
respectable [ri spektobl] а респектабельный, приличный
review [ri'vju:] n проверка, осмотр
rheumatism ['ги :тэй г(э)т] n ревматизм
ride [raid] (rode, ridden) v ездить (верхом, в машине); п
прогулка верхом, поездка
ridiculous [n'dikjubsl а нелепый, смешной
rifle ['raifl] п ружье
rock [rok] п камень; скала
ru b down ['гдЬ'йаеп] phr и зд. вычистить
runaway ['rAnowei] п беглец; а беглый, сбежавший
rush [гл/| v броситься
sale [seil] п продажа

save [seiv] v спасать; накопить
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scorn [skam] n презрение
scratch [skraetj] о зд. чесать
scream [skrimi] n вопль, визг; v вопить, визжать
servant ['s3:vont] n слуга, служанка
settle [setl] v улаживать
settle down устроиться, обустраиваться
sew [sou] (sewed, sewn) v шить
sewing ['souip] n шитье
shackles ['JaeklsJ n pi кандалы
shame [Jeim] n позор
shed [Jed] n сарай
sheet [Ji:t] n простыня
shore [Jo:] n берег (моря, озера)
shrewd [Jru:d] а проницательный
shyly [ Jaili] a d v робко, недоверчиво
sincerely [sin'sioli] a d v искренне
slap [slaep] (slapped) v хлопать, шлепать
slave [sleiv] n раб
slavery ['sleivan] n рабство
slave-trader [ sleiv^reido] n работорговец
slender ['slendo] а тонкий, стройный
slight [slait] а небольшой, незначительный
smooth [smu:0] а ровный, гладкий
sob [sob] (sobbed) о рыдать, всхлипывать; n рыдание,
всхлипывание
soul [soul] n душа
spade [speid] n лопата
spat [spast] форма прошедшего времени от spit
speak out [ spi:k'aut] ph r v говорить, высказываться
spit [spit] (spat, spat) v плевать
splash [splaej] n всплеск
spoil [spoil] v портить
spot [spot | n место; пятно, пятнышко
spread [spred] n зд. покрывало
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spring [sprig] (sprang, sprung) и прыгать, скакать
squeeze [skwi:z] v сжимать
stable f'steibl] n конюшня
stand [stacnd] (stood, stood) v стоять; выдерживать; n зд.
«станция» (жилье для беглых рабов)
starve [sta:v] v голодать
steady ['stedi] а уравновешенный
steam er ['stimia] n пароход
straight ['streit] а прямой; adv прямо
strength ['strerjG] n сила
strike [straik] (struck, struck) v ударять, бить
string [strip] n веревка, шнурок
swamp [swDmp] n болото
swear [swea] (swore, sworn) v ругаться
sympathy ['simpaGi] n сочувствие, сострадание
tablecloth ['teiblklo:0] n скатерть

terrified ['teri,faid] а охваченный ужасом
tie [tai] v привязывать, завязывать
timid ['timid] а робкий
tiredness ['taiadnas] n усталость
tiring ['taiarip] а утомительный
torment [to:'ment] v мучить
torn [tom] а изорванный
track [track] v выслеживать
trader ['treida] n торговец, коммерсант
trap [tracp] n западня
treat [tri:t] (sb) v обращаться (с кем-л.)
tremble ['trembl] v дрожать
triangular [trai'acpgjula] а треугольный
trick [trik] n уловка, хитрость
tune [tju:n] n мелодия
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и
uncommon [лп'котэп| а необыкновенный
uneasily [An'i:zili] ado беспокойно
untie [лп' tai] о развязывать
upset [Ap'set] (upset, upset) о опрокидывать; расстраи
вать
use up [ ju:z лр| ph о израсходовать
vacant ['veikant] а незанятый, пустой

voluntarily ['volontarili] adv добровольно
wages [weidss] n pi зарплата (рабочих)

wagon ['waegonj n повозка, фургон
wait [weit) v зд. прислуживать за столом
watch over ['wotf'auva] phr о опекать
weed [wi:d] n сорняк
weigh [weit] и взвешивать
wharf [wo:f| n пристань
whip [wip] n кнут; о сечь кнутом
whip up подстегивать
whipping ['wipir)] n порка
winding ['wamdip] а извилистый
wipe [waip] о вытирать
withdraw [wicVdro:] (withdrew, withdrawn) v отводить
worth [w3:0] а стоящий; имеющий стоимость
wounded |'wu:ndid] а раненый
wrinkle ['ripkl] n морщина
wrist [rist| n запястье
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Contents
Предисловие.......................................................................................3
C hapter 1 ...........................................................................................4
A ctivities.....................................................................................10
C hapter 2 .........................................................................................12
A ctivities.....................................................................................17
C hapter 3 .........................................................................................19
A ctivities.................................................................................... 24
C hapter 4 .........................................................................................26
A ctivities.................................................................................... 32
C hapter 5 ........................................................................................ 34
A ctivities.................................................................................... 38
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“Л/у master!

I ’m a man as much as he is. Д ля начинаю щ их

I ’m a better man than he is. P pe-Interm ediate

I know more about business than he does.

better than he can. Для продолжающих

Адаптация текста, предисловие,

Серия «Английский клуб» включает книги и учебные посо­

С ери й н ое оф ор м лени е А. М. Драгового

В книге представлена адаптация известного романа американской

ББК 81.2 Англ-93

© А даптация текста, предисло­

Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February,

H elpful W ords & N otes

1. Answer the questions.

1) W here did the m eeting of the two gentlem en take

2. Fill in the names.

1) ________ was w earing a blue neckerchief w ith yel­

Щ Working with Vocabulary and Grammar

1. Fill in the gaps with the words from the box.

fo rtun e conscience articles weight

1) Shelby knew th a t his wife w ouldn’t p a rt w ith

2. Fill in prepositions if necessary.

1) “He manages _____ my whole farm like a clock.”

fO? Discussing the Text

2. Talk about Haley.

1) Describe his appearance. Prove th a t he d id n ’t

Mr. Shelby was an average kind of man, good-natured

Eliza had been bro u g h t up by her m istress, from

H elpful W ords & N otes

He had speculated a lot and had fallen in debt to

1. Answer the questions.

1) W h at made Shelby sell his slaves?

2. Circle the correct answer.

3) W ho approved of Eliza and G eorge’s m arriage?

ffl Working with Vocabulary and Grammar

1. F ill in the gaps with the nouns from the box.

effo rts wages debt law offer

1) Mr. Shelby decided to sell some of his slaves to

2. Choose the correct form of the verb.

1) Mr. H a rris said George (in v en ted /h ad invented)

Discussing the Text

1) Shelby w anted to kick Haley down the steps be­

2. Talk about George Harris.

Explain why he had to re tu rn to the fields. W h at

Eliza stood in the verandah, when a hand was laid

H elpful W ords & N otes

I wish he’d never been born! — Лучше бы ему было не

2. Complete the sentences.

Ш Working with Vocabulary and Grammar

obey bear settle down

1) George couldn’t the life under the cruel

2. Fill in the prepositions out of, on, for, up.

f!? Discussing the Text

1) W h a t made him do it? Say how Mr. H arris and

2. Eliza didn’t tell her husband about the slave trader

The cabin of Uncle Tom was a small wooden build­

A t the same tim e the slave tra d e r and Mr. Shelby

Mr. and Mrs. Shelby had gone to th e ir bedroom. The

H elpful W ords & N otes

1. Answer the questions.

1) W h a t le tter was Shelby’s son try in g to teach U n­

1) A u n t Chloe cooked for supper.

1. Fill in the gaps with the nouns from the box.

jewelry sale cook m a tte r

Серия «Английский клуб» включает книги и учебные посо

© А даптация текста, предисло

1) ________ was w earing a blue neckerchief w ith yel

1) Shelby w anted to kick Haley down the steps be

The cabin of Uncle Tom was a small wooden build

1) W h a t le tter was Shelby’s son try in g to teach U n

4) A u n t Chloe pulled up the ________ and saw Eli

The F ebruary m orning looked gray th ro u g h the w in