and spoke, that he must be bad and
cruel. He prayed in his heart that this might not be his new master. But
it was. His name was Legree. He bought Uncle Tom, several other men
slaves, and two women. One of the women was a pretty young girl, who had
never been away from her mother before, and who was very much afraid of
her new master. The other was an old woman. The two women were chained
together. The men, Uncle Tom among them, had heavy chains put on both
hands and feet. Then Legree drove them all on to a boat which was going
up the river to his plantation.

It was a sad journey. This time there was no pretty Eva, nor
kind-hearted Mr. St. Clare, to bring any happiness to the poor slaves.

One of the first things Legree did was to take away all Tom's nice
clothes which Mr. St. Clare had given him.

He made him put on his oldest clothes, then he sold all the others to
the sailors.

Legree made his slaves unhappy in every way he could think of. Then he
would come up to them and say, 'Come, come, I don't allow any sulky
looks. Be cheerful, now, or--' and he would crack his whip in a way to
make them tremble.

At last the weary journey was over. Legree and his slaves landed. His
house was a long way from the river. The men slaves walked, while Legree
and the two women drove in a cart.

Mile after mile they trudged along, over the rough road through wild and
dreary country, till, hungry, thirsty, and tired, they arrived at the
farm, or plantation as it was called.

Legree was not a gentleman like Mr. Shelby or Mr. St. Clare. He was a
very rough kind of farmer. On his farm he grew cotton. The cotton had to
be gathered and tied into bundles. Then he sold it to people who made it
into calico, muslin, and other things, which we need to use and wear.
Gathering cotton is very hard work.

The house Legree lived in had once been a very fine one, and had
belonged to a rich gentleman. Now, it was old, neglected, and almost in
ruins.

The house was bad enough, but the cabins where the slaves lived were far
worse. They were roughly built of wood. The wind and the rain came
through the chinks between the planks. There were no windows. The floors
were nothing but the bare earth. There was no furniture of any kind in
them, only heaps of dirty straw to sleep upon.

Uncle Tom felt more unhappy than ever. He had hoped at least to have a
little room which he could keep clean and tidy. But this hole he did not
even have to himsel