16 MRS. H. BEECHER STOWE's " UXCLE TOM."
farm, and all night long at a merry-making would!
he play on it while the other negroes danced. But
from this hour he became utterly changed. Sullen,
morose, and dogged, nothing could be done with
him. The milk of human kindness in his heart was
turned to gall. He brooded over his wrongs. No
fear or threats of being sold 'to the far south—the
greatest of all terrors to the Maryland slave—would
render him tractable. So off he was sent to Ala¬
bama. What was his after-fate neither my mother
nor I have ever learned ; the great day will reveal
all. This wTas the first chapter in my historv.