It was Uncle Tom, who had come in, and stood listening to the conversation at the door.
"Chil'en!" he said, "I'm afeard you don't know what ye're sayin'.
Forever is a _dre'ful_ word, chil'en; it's awful to think on 't.

You oughtenter wish that ar to any human crittur." "We wouldn't to anybody but the soul-drivers," said Andy; "nobody can help wishing it to them, they 's so awful wicked." "Don't natur herself kinder cry out on 'em ?" said Aunt Chloe.

"Don't dey tear der suckin' baby right off his mother's breast, and sell him, and der little children as is crying and holding on by her clothes,--don't dey pull 'em off and sells 'em?
Don't dey tear wife and husband apart ?" said Aunt Chloe, beginning to cry, "when it's jest takin' the very life on 'em ?--and all the while does they feel one bit, don't dey drink and smoke, and take it oncommon easy?
Lor, if the devil don't get them, what's he good for ?" And Aunt Chloe covered her face with her checked apron, and began to sob in good earnest.
"Pray for them that 'spitefully use you, the good book says," says Tom.
"Pray for 'em!" said Aunt Chloe; "Lor, it's too tough! I can't pray for 'em." "It's natur, Chloe, and natur 's strong," said Tom, "but the Lord's grace is stronger; besides, you oughter think what an awful state a poor crittur's soul 's in that'll do them ar things,--you oughter thank God that you an't _like_ him, Chloe.

I'm sure I'd rather be sold, ten thousand times over, than to have all that ar poor crittur's got to answer for." "So 'd I, a heap," said Jake.

"Lor, _shouldn't_ we cotch it, Andy ?" Andy shrugged his shoulders, and gave an acquiescent whistle.
"I'm glad Mas'r didn't go off this morning, as he looked to," said Tom; "that ar hurt me more than sellin', it did.