fond of Eliza, and would
never hear of having Harry sold.'

'Oh, very well,' said Haley once more, 'I must just sell your house.'

So again Mr. Shelby gave in, and Haley went away with the promise that
next morning Uncle Tom and little Harry should be given to him, to be
his slaves.

CHAPTER II

ELIZA RUNS AWAY WITH LITTLE HARRY

Mr. Shelby was very unhappy because of what he had done. He knew his
wife would be very unhappy too, and he did not know how to tell her.

He had to do it that night, however, before she went to bed.

Mrs. Shelby could hardly believe it. 'Oh, you do not mean this,' she
said. 'You must not sell our good Tom and dear little Harry. Do anything
rather than that. It is a wicked, wicked thing to do.

'There is nothing else I can do,' said Mr. Shelby. 'I have sold
everything I can think of, and at any rate now that Haley has set his
heart on having Tom and Harry, he would not take anything or anybody
instead.'

Mrs. Shelby cried very much about it, but at last, though she was very,
very unhappy she fell asleep.

But some one whom Mr. and Mrs. Shelby never thought of was listening to
this talk.

Eliza was sitting in the next room. The door was not quite closed, so
she could not help hearing what was said. As she listened she grew pale
and cold and a terrible look of pain came into her face.

Eliza had had three dear little children, but two of them had died when
they were tiny babies. She loved and cared for Harry all the more
because she had lost the others. Now he was to be taken from her and
sold to cruel men, and she would never see him again. She felt she could
not bear it.

Eliza's husband was called George, and was a slave too. He did not
belong to Mr. Shelby, but to another man, who had a farm quite near.
George and Eliza could not live together as a husband and wife generally
do. Indeed, they hardly ever saw each other. George's master was a cruel
man, and would not let him come to see his wife. He was so cruel, and
beat George so dreadfully, that the poor slave made up his mind to run
away. He had come that very day to tell Eliza what he meant to do.

As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Shelby stopped talking, Eliza crept away to her
own room, where little Harry was sleeping. There he lay with his pretty
curls around his face. His rosy mouth was half open, his fat little
hands thrown out over the bed-clothes, and a smile like a sunbeam upon
his face.

'My baby, my sweet-one,