rth. Everything is
pushing us into hell. Why shouldn't we go?"
Tom closed his eyes, and shuddered at the dark, atheistic words.
"You see," said the woman, "_you_ don't know anything about it--I do.
I've been on this place five years, body and soul, under this man's
foot; and I hate him as I do the devil! Here you are, on a lone
plantation, ten miles from any other, in the swamps; not a white person
here, who could testify, if you were burned alive,--if you were scalded,
cut into inch-pieces, set up for the dogs to tear, or hung up and
whipped to death. There's no law here, of God or man, that can do you,
or any one of us, the least good; and, this man! there's no earthly
thing that he's too good to do. I could make any one's hair rise, and
their teeth chatter, if I should only tell what I've seen and been
knowing to, here,--and it's no use resisting! Did I _want_ to live with
him? Wasn't I a woman delicately bred; and he,--God in heaven! what
was he, and is he? And yet, I've lived with him, these five years, and
cursed every moment of my life,--night and day! And now, he's got a
new one,--a young thing, only fifteen, and she brought up, she says,
piously. Her good mistress taught her to read the Bible; and she's
brought her Bible here--to hell with her!"--and the woman laughed a
wild and doleful laugh, that rung, with a strange, supernatural sound,
through the old ruined shed.
Tom folded his hands; all was darkness and horror.
"O Jesus! Lord Jesus! have you quite forgot us poor critturs?" burst
forth, at last;--"help, Lord, I perish!"
The woman sternly continued:
"And what are these miserable low dogs you work with, that you should
suffer on their account? Every one of them would turn against you, the
first time they got a chance. They are all of 'em as low and cruel to
each other as they can be; there's no use in your suffering to keep from
hurting them."
"Poor critturs!" said Tom,--"what made 'em cruel?--and, if I give out,
I shall get used to 't, and grow, little by little, just like 'em! No,
no, Missis! I've lost everything,--wife, and children, and home, and a
kind Mas'r,--and he would have set me free, if he'd only lived a week
longer; I've lost everything in _this_ world, and it's clean gone,
forever,--and now I _can't_ lose Heaven, too; no, I can't get to be
wicked, besides all!"
"But it can't be that the Lord will lay sin to our account," said the
woman; "he won't charge it to us, when we're f
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