Uncle Tom was a slave, honest, good and industrious, and his master Mr. Shelby was a very kind man, but alas for Tom this kind master had a misfortune and Tom must be sold. Mr. Shelby was loth to part from Tom, and the latter was very unwilling to leave so kind a master.

  Little George, the son of Mr. Shelby, would often steal into Uncle Tom's Cabin and listen to him reading. When George heard that Uncle Tom was to be sold he could not be comforted and with bitter tears promised to buy him back. A few days after Tom was taken down the Mississippi river in a steamer, and among the passengers was a gentleman with his little daughter.

  Eva, for such was her name, was a charming child and Tom and she were soon fast friends. They spent many pleasant hours together, Uncle Tom telling her stories and showing her the different parts of the ship. At first the gentleman did not like

  Tom was very happy in his new home, for Mr. St. Clare was a very kind master to him and allowed him still to have nice talks with Eva.

  After a time little Eva sickened and died, and shortly after her father, and poor Tom was nearly heart broken with his trouble. The widow of Mr. St. Clare who did not like Tom sold him to a slavedealer named Letroy who was very cruel to him. One day he whipped Tom so cruelly that he fell fainting to the ground.

  At this moment George Shelby, son of his late master, arrived to buy Uncle Tom and set him free. He raised the poor negro up and spoke kind words to him, but worn out with cruel treatment and overcome with weakness and fatigue, old Uncle Tom passed away with a happy smile on his face as only the Angels can wear.