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<\/a>Uncle Tom’s Cabin (House Divided Project<\/a>)<\/p><\/div>\nA thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards it. The trader caught a full glimpse of her just as she was disappearing down the bank; and throwing himself from his horse, and calling loudly on Sam and Andy, he was after her like a hound after a deer. In that dizzy moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment brought her to the water\u2019s edge. Right on behind they came; and, nerved with strength such as God gives only to the desperate, with one wild cry and flying leap, she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate leap\u2014impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam, and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she did it.<\/p>\n
The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment. With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake; stumbling\u2014leaping\u2014slipping\u2014springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone\u2014her stockings cut from her feet\u2014while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.<\/p>\n
\u201cYer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!\u201d said the man, with an oath.<\/p>\n
Eliza recognized the voice and face for a man who owned a farm not far from her old home.<\/p>\n
\u201cO, Mr. Symmes!\u2014save me\u2014do save me\u2014do hide me!\u201d said Elia.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, what\u2019s this?\u201d said the man. \u201cWhy, if \u2019tan\u2019t Shelby\u2019s gal!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy child!\u2014this boy!\u2014he\u2019d sold him! There is his Mas\u2019r,\u201d said she, pointing to the Kentucky shore. \u201cO, Mr. Symmes, you\u2019ve got a little boy!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I have,\u201d said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the steep bank. \u201cBesides, you\u2019re a right brave gal. I like grit, wherever I see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d be glad to do something for ye,\u201d said he; \u201cbut then there\u2019s nowhar I could take ye. The best I can do is to tell ye to go\u00a0thar<\/i>,\u201d said he, pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main street of the village. \u201cGo thar; they\u2019re kind folks. Thar\u2019s no kind o\u2019 danger but they\u2019ll help you,\u2014they\u2019re up to all that sort o\u2019 thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Lord bless you!\u201d said Eliza, earnestly.<\/p>\n
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Citation Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Or Life Among the Lowly (Cleveland, OH: Jewett, 1852), FULL TEXT via Project Gutenberg Excerpt A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":130,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[23500,23486,23487,23481],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2851","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blackett","category-laroche","category-larson","category-sinha"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/130"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2851"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2852,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851\/revisions\/2852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2851"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2851"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
<\/a>Uncle Tom’s Cabin (House Divided Project<\/a>)<\/p><\/div>\n A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards it. The trader caught a full glimpse of her just as she was disappearing down the bank; and throwing himself from his horse, and calling loudly on Sam and Andy, he was after her like a hound after a deer. In that dizzy moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment brought her to the water\u2019s edge. Right on behind they came; and, nerved with strength such as God gives only to the desperate, with one wild cry and flying leap, she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate leap\u2014impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam, and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she did it.<\/p>\n The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment. With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake; stumbling\u2014leaping\u2014slipping\u2014springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone\u2014her stockings cut from her feet\u2014while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.<\/p>\n \u201cYer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!\u201d said the man, with an oath.<\/p>\n Eliza recognized the voice and face for a man who owned a farm not far from her old home.<\/p>\n \u201cO, Mr. Symmes!\u2014save me\u2014do save me\u2014do hide me!\u201d said Elia.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy, what\u2019s this?\u201d said the man. \u201cWhy, if \u2019tan\u2019t Shelby\u2019s gal!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy child!\u2014this boy!\u2014he\u2019d sold him! There is his Mas\u2019r,\u201d said she, pointing to the Kentucky shore. \u201cO, Mr. Symmes, you\u2019ve got a little boy!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo I have,\u201d said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the steep bank. \u201cBesides, you\u2019re a right brave gal. I like grit, wherever I see it.\u201d<\/p>\n When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d be glad to do something for ye,\u201d said he; \u201cbut then there\u2019s nowhar I could take ye. The best I can do is to tell ye to go\u00a0thar<\/i>,\u201d said he, pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main street of the village. \u201cGo thar; they\u2019re kind folks. Thar\u2019s no kind o\u2019 danger but they\u2019ll help you,\u2014they\u2019re up to all that sort o\u2019 thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Lord bless you!\u201d said Eliza, earnestly.<\/p>\n Citation Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Or Life Among the Lowly (Cleveland, OH: Jewett, 1852), FULL TEXT via Project Gutenberg Excerpt A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":130,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[23500,23486,23487,23481],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2851","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blackett","category-laroche","category-larson","category-sinha"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/130"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2851"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2852,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2851\/revisions\/2852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2851"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2851"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/housedivided.dickinson.edu\/sites\/ugrr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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