The Christian Slave
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Boston: Phillips, Sampson, 1855

SCENE VI.—Moonlight. -- UNCLE TOM Solus. [ -- Sings.]

"Way down upon the Swanee river,
Far, far away,
Dere's whar my heart is turning, ever,


Dere's whar the old folks stay.

All the world am sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
O, Chloe, how my heart grows weary,
Thinkin' of ye all at home!"


[A pause. Looks up. His face brightens. Sings.]

"When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world."


[Enter LEGREE, unperceived.]

"Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!"

Leg. [Aside.]

  So, ho! he thinks so, does he! How I hate these cursed Methodist hymns! [To TOM, aloud.] Here, you nigger! how dare you be gettin' up this yer row, when you ought to be in bed? Shut yer old black gash, and get along in with you!

Uncle T.

  Yes, Mas'r.

Leg. [Beating him.]

  There, you dog! see if you feel so comfortable after that!

[Exit TOM.]