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The following summary by Nassau W。 Senior sketches its contemporary effect:— “Uncle Tom’s Cabin came out as a sort of feuilleton in the National Era; a Washington paper。 The death of Uncle Tom was the first portion published; indeed the first that was written。 It appeared in the summer of 1851; and excited so much attention that Mrs。 Stowe added a biginning and middle to her end; by composing and printing from week to week the story as we now have it; until it was concluded in March 1852。 It was soon after reprinted at Boston in two volumes。 By the end of November 1852; 150;000 copies had been sold in America。 The first London edition was published in May 1852; and was not large; for the European popularity of a picture of negro life was doubted。 But in the following September; the London publishers furnished to one house ten thousand copies per day for some four weeks。 We cannot follow it beyond 1852; but at that time more than a million of copies had been sold in England; probably ten times as many as have been sold of any other work; except the Bible and Prayer…book。”
As for France; Uncle Tom fairly covered for a time the shop…windows of the boulevards; and one publisher alone; Eustace Barba; sent out five editions in different forms。 Before the end of 1852; indeed; the story had been translated; to e Senior again; into “Italian; Spanish; Danish; Swedish; Dutch; Flemish; German; Polish; and Magyar。 There were two Dutch translations and twelve German ones; and the Italian translation enjoyed the honour of the Pope’s prohibition。 It had been dramatised; too; in twenty different forms; and acted in every capital in Europe; and in the free States of America。” We might add also to Senior’s strictly contemporary list—Welsh; Armenian; Illyrian; Finnish; modern Greek; and Portuguese versions。 George Sand contributed an appreciation to one of the French versions; in which she said Mrs。 Stowe had “genius; not literary; but as humanity needed it— the genius of goodness。”
Mrs。 Stowe died on July 1; 1896; at Hartford; Conn。
Chapter 1
In Which the Reader Is Introduced to a Man of Humanity
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February; two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine; in a well…furnished dining parlor; in the town of P——; in Kentucky。 There were no servants present; and the gentlemen; with chairs closely approaching; seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness。
For convenience sake; we have said; hitherto; two gentlemen。 One of the parties; however; when critically examined; did not seem; strictly speaking; to come under the species。 He was a short; thick…set man; with coarse; commonplace features; and that swaggering air of pretension which marks a low man who is trying to elbow his way upward in the world。 He was much over…dressed; in a gaudy vest of many colors; a blue neckerchief; bedropped gayly with yellow spots; and arranged with a flaunting tie; quite in keeping with the general air of the man。 His hands; large and coarse; were plentifully bedecked with rings; and he wore a heavy gold watch…chain; with a bundle of seals of portentous size; and a great variety of colors; attached to it;—which; in the ardor of conversation; he was in the habit of flourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction。 His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray’s Grammar;1 and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions; which not even the desire to be graphic in our acomount shall induce us to transcribe。
His companion; Mr。 Shelby; had the appearance of a gentleman; and the arrrangements of the house; and the general air of the housekeeping; indicated easy; and even opulent circumstances。 As we before stated; the two were in the midst of an earnest conversation。
“That is the way I should arrange the matter;” said Mr。 Shelby。
“I can’t make trade that way—I positively can’t; Mr。 Shelby;” said the other; holding up a glass of wine between his eye and the light。
“Why; the fact is; Haley; Tom is an uncommon fellow; he is certainly worth that sum anywhere;—steady; honest; capable; manages my whole farm like a clock。”
“You mean honest; as niggers go;” said Haley; helping himself to a glass of brandy。
“No; I mean; really; Tom is a good; steady; sensible; pious fellow。 He got religion at a camp…meeting; four years ago; and I believe he really did get it。 I’ve trusted him; since then; with everything I have;—money; house; horses;—and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything。”
“Some folks don’t believe there is pious niggers Shelby;” said Haley; with a candid flourish of his hand; “but I do。 I had a fellow; now; in this yer last lot I took to Orleans—’t was as good as a meetin; now; really; to hear that critter pray; and he was quite gentle and quiet like。 He fetched me a good sum; too; for I bought him cheap of a man that was ’bliged to sell out; so I realized six hundred on him。 Yes; I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger; when it’s the genuine article; and no mistake。”
“Well; Tom’s got the real article; if ever a fellow had;” rejoined the other。 “Why; last fall; I let him go to Cincinnati alone; to do business for me; and bring home five hundred dollars。 ‘Tom;’ says I to him; ‘I trust you; because I think you’re a Christian—I know you wouldn’t cheat。’ Tom comes back; sure enough; I knew he would。 Some low fellows; they say; said to him—Tom; why don’t you make tracks for Canada?’ ‘Ah; master trusted me; and I couldn’t;’—they told me about it。 I am sorry to part with Tom; I must say。 You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the debt; and you would; Haley; if you had any conscience。”
“Well; I’ve got just as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep;—just a little; you know; to swear by; as ’t were;” said the trader; jocularly; “and; then; I’m ready to do anything in reason to ’blige friends; but this yer; you see; is a leetle too hard on a fellow—a leetle too hard。” The trader sighed contemplatively; and poured out some more brandy。
“Well; then; Haley; how will you trade?” said Mr。 Shelby; after an uneasy interval of silence。
“Well; haven’t you a boy or gal that you could throw in with Tom?”
“Hum!—none that I could well spare; to tell the truth; it’s only hard necessity makes me willing to sell at all。 I don’t like parting with any of my hands; that’s a fact。”
Here the door opened; and a small quadroon boy; between four and five years of age; entered the room。 There was something in his appearance remarkably beautiful and engaging。 His black hair; fine as floss silk; hung in glossy curls about his round; dimpled face; while a pair of large dark eyes; full of fire and softness; looked out from beneath the rich; long lashes; as he peered curiously into the apartment。 A gay robe of scarlet and yellow plaid; carefully made and neatly fitted; set off to advantage the dark and rich style of his beauty; and a certain comic air of assurance; blended with bashfulness; showed that he had been not unused to being petted and noticed by his master。
“Hulloa; Jim Crow!” said Mr。 Shelby; whistling; and snapping a bunch of raisins towards him; “pick that up; now!”
The child scampered; with all his little strength; after the prize; while his master laughed。
“Come here; Jim Crow;” said he。 The child came up; and the master patted the curly head; and chucked him under the chin。
“Now; Jim; show this gentleman how you can dance and sing。” The boy commenced one of those wild; grotesque songs common among the negroes; in a rich; clear voice; acomompanying his singing with many comic evolutions of the hands; feet; and whole body; all in perfect time to the music。
“Bravo!” said Haley; throwing him a quarter of an orange。
“Now; Jim; walk like old Uncle Cudjoe; when he has the rheumatism;” said his master。
Instantly the flexible limbs of the child assumed the appearance of deformity and distortion; as; with his back humped up; and his master’s stick in his hand; he hobbled about the room; his childish face drawn into a doleful pucker; and spitting from right to left; in imitation of an old man。
Both gentlemen laughed up

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