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life; and it and the bed by which it lay, and the whole corner, in fact, were treated with distinguished consideration, and made, so far as possible, sacred from the marauding inroads and desecrations of little folks. In fact, that corner was the drawing-room of the establishment. In the other corner was a bed of much hum- bler pretensions, and evidently designed for use. The wall over the fireplace was adorned with some very brilliant Scriptural prints, and a portrait of General Wash- ington, drawn and colored in a manner which would certainly have astonished that hero, if ever he had happened to meet with its like. On a rough bench in the corner, a couple of woolly-headed boys, with glisten- ing black eyes and fat shining cheeks, were busy in superintending the first walk- ing operations of the baby, which, as is usually the case, consisted in getting up on its feet, balancing a moment, and then tumbling down,- each successive failure being violently cheered, as something decidedly clever. A table, somewhat rheumatic in its limbs, was drawn out in front of the fire, and covered with a cloth, displaying cups and saucers of a decidedly brilliant pat- tern, with other symptoms of an approaching meal. At this table was seated Uncle Tom, Mr. Shelby’s best hand, who, as he is to be the hero of our story, we must daguerreotype for our readers. He was a large, broad-chested, powerfully-made man of a full glossy black, and a face whose truly African features were charac- terized by an expression of grave and steady good sense, united with much kindli- ness and benevolence. There was something about his whole air self-respecting and dignified, yet united with a confiding and humble simplicity. |
