f. He had to share it with five or six others.

Now began the saddest time of Uncle Tom's life. Every morning very early
the slaves were driven out into the fields like cattle. All day long
they worked hard. The burning sun blazed down upon them, making them hot
and tired. Legree and his two chief slaves, called Quimbo and Sambo,
marched about all the time with whips in their hands. At night they
drove the slaves back again to their miserable huts.

But before they could rest, they had to grind and cook the corn for
their supper. When at last they did go to sleep, they had to lie on the
heaps of dirty straw instead of in comfortable beds.

CHAPTER XVIII

GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM

Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean, comfortable bed at the
Quaker farmhouse. A pretty, old Quaker lady, with white hair and a kind
face, was nursing him. Tom Loker did not like being ill and having to
lie in bed. He threw the clothes about, grumbling and using naughty
words all the tune.

'I must ask thee, Thomas Loker, not to use such language,' said the nice
lady, as she smoothed his sheets, and made his bed comfortable again for
him.

'Well, I won't, granny, if I can help it,' he replied; 'but it is enough
to make a fellow swear, it is so awfully hot.' He gave another great
lunge, and made the sheets and blankets all untidy again.

'I suppose that fellow George and the girl Eliza are here,' he said, in
a sulky voice, after a few minutes' silence.

'Yes, they are,' said the old lady.

'They had better get away across the lake,' said Tom Loker, 'the quicker
the better.'

'Very likely they will do so,' said the old lady, calmly going on with
her knitting.

'But, listen,' said Tom Loker, getting excited, 'there are people who
are watching the boats for us. I don't care if I tell now. I hope they
will get away, just to spite the others for going and leaving me as they
did--the mean puppies, the--'

'Thomas Loker!' said the old lady.

'I tell you, granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight he'll split,'
said Tom Loker. 'But about Eliza--tell them to dress her up some way so
as to alter her. We have sent a description of what she looks like to
the town where the boats start from. She will be caught yet if she
doesn't dress up differently.'

'I thank thee, Thomas Loker,' replied the old lady with her usual
calmness. 'We will attend to that. Thank thee.' Then she went to tell
George and Eliza what Tom