Tom stretched himself out on a box, and there, as he lay, he heard, ever and anon, a smothered sob or cry from the prostrate creature,??O! what shall I do? O Lord! O good Lord, do help me!? and so, ever and anon, until the murmur died away in silence At midnight, Tom waked, with a sudden startSomething black passed quickly by him to the side of the boat, and he heard a splash in the waterNo one else saw or heard anythingHe raised his head,?the woman?s place was vacant! He got up, and sought about him in vainThe poor bleeding heart was still, at last, and the river rippled and dimpled just as brightly as if it had not closed above it Patience! patience! ye whose hearts swell indignant at wrongs like theseNot one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of GloryIn his patient, generous bosom he bears the anguish of a worldBear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love; for sure as he is God, ?the year of his redeemed shall come The trader waked up bright and early, and came out to see to his live stockIt was now his turn to look about in perplexity ?Where alive is that gal?? he said to Tom Tom, who had learned the wisdom of keeping counsel, did not feel called upon to state his observations and suspicions, but said he did not know ?She surely couldn?t have got off in the night at any of the landings, for I was awake, and on the lookout, whenever the boat stoppedI never trust these yer things to other folks This speech was addressed to Tom quite confidentially, as if it was something that would be specially interesting to him The trader searched the boat from stem to stern, among boxes, bales and barrels, around the machinery, by the chimneys, in vain ?Now, I say, Tom, be fair about this yer,? he said, when, after a fruitless search, he came where Tom was standing?You know something about it, nowDon?t tell me,?I know you doI saw the gal stretched out here about ten o?clock, and ag?in at twelve, and ag?in between one and two; and then at four she was gone, and you was a sleeping right there all the timeNow, you know something,?you can?t help it ?Well, Mas?r,? said Tom, ?towards morning something brushed by me, and I kinder half woke; and then I hearn a great splash, and then I clare woke up, and the gal was goneThat?s all I know on ?t The trader was not shocked nor amazed; because, as we said before, he was used to a great many things that you are not used toEven the awful presence of Death struck no solemn chill upon himHe had seen Death many times,?met him in the way of trade, and got acquainted with him,?and he only thought of him as a hard customer, that embarrassed his property operations very unfairly; and so he only swore that the gal was a baggage, and that he was devilish unlucky, and that, if things went on in this way, he should not make a cent on the tripIn short, he seemed to consider himself an ill-used man, decidedly; but there was no help for it, as the woman had escaped into a state which never will give up a fugitive,?not even at the demand of the whole glorious UnionThe trader, therefore, sat discontentedly down, with his little account-book, and put down the missing body and soul under the head of losses! ?He?s a shocking creature, isn?t he,?this trader? so unfeeling! It?s dreadful, really!? ?O, but nobody thinks anything of these traders! They are universally despised,?never received into any decent society But who, sir, makes the trader? Who is most to blame? The enlightened, cultivated, intelligent man, who supports the system of which the trader is the inevitable result, or the poor trader himself? You make the public statement that calls for his trade, that debauches and depraves him, till he feels no shame in it; and in what are you better than he? Are you educated and he ignorant, you high and he low, you refined and he coarse, you talented and he simple? In the day of a future judgment, these very considerations may make it more tolerable for him than for you In concluding these little incidents of lawful trade, we must beg the world not to think that American legislators are entirely destitute of humanity, as might, perhaps, be unfairly inferred from the great efforts made in our national body to protect and perpetuate this species of traffic Who does not know how our great men are outdoing themselves, in declaiming against the foreign slave-tradeThere are a perfect host of Clarksons and Wilberforces4 risen up among us on that subject, most edifying to hear and beholdTrading negroes from Africa, dear reader, is so horrid! It is not to be thought of! But trading them from Kentucky,?that?s quite another thing! 1 JerThis is what Noah says when he wakes out of drunkenness and realizes that his youngest son, Ham, father of Canaan, has seen him nakedJoel Parker of Philadelphia Presbyterian clergyman (1799-1873), a friend of the Beecher familyStowe attempted unsuccessfully to have this identifying note removed from the stereotype-plate of the first edition 4 Thomas Clarkson (1760-1846) and William Wilberforce (1759-1833), English philanthropists and anti-slavery agitators who helped to secure passage of the Emancipation Bill by Parliament in shop 1833

She stopped and wanted to insist upon my taking my shoes, but I would notHowever, when we got to the pathway outside the chruchyard, where there was a puddle of water, remaining from the storm, I daubed my feet with mud, using each foot in turn on the other, so that as we went home, no one, in case we should meet any one, should notice my bare feet Fortune favoured us, and we got home without meeting a soulOnce we saw a man, who seemed not quite sober, passing along a street in front of usBut we hid in a door till he had disappeared up an opening such as there are here, steep little closes, or 'wynds', as they call them in ScotlandMy heart beat so loud all the time sometimes I thought I should faintI was filled with anxiety about Lucy, not only for her health, lest she should suffer from the exposure, but for her reputation in case the story should get windWhen we got in, and had washed our feet, and had said a prayer of thankfulness together, I tucked her into bedBefore falling asleep she asked, even implored, me not to say a word to any one, even her mother, about her sleep-walking adventure I hesitated at first, to promise, but on thinking of the state of her mother's health, and how the knowledge of such a thing would fret her, and think too, of how such a story might become distorted, nay, infallibly would, in case it should leak out, I thought it wiser to do soI have locked the door, and the key is tied to my wrist, so perhaps I shall not be again disturbedLucy is sleeping soundlyThe reflex of the dawn is high and far over the sea? Same day, noonLucy slept till I woke her and seemed not to have even changed her sideThe adventure of the night does not seem to have harmed her, on the contrary, it has benefited her, for she looks better this morning than she has done for weeksI was sorry to notice that my clumsiness with the safety-pin hurt herIndeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was piercedI must have pinched up a piece of loose skin and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of bloodWhen I apologised and was concerned about it, she laughed and petted me, and said she did not even feel itFortunately it cannot leave a scar, as it is so tiny Same day, night-We passed a happy dayThe air was clear, and the sun bright, and there was a cool breezeWe took our lunch to Mulgrave Woods, MrsWestenra driving by the road and Lucy and I walking by the cliff-path and joining her at the gateI felt a little sad myself, for I could not but feel how absolutely happy it would have been had Jonathan been with meBut there! I must only be patientIn the evening we strolled in the Casino Terrace, and heard some good music by Spohr and Mackenzie, and went to bed earlyLucy seems more restful than she has been for some time, and fell asleep at onceI shall lock the door and secure the key the same as before, though I do not expect any trouble tonight-My expectations were wrong, for twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get outShe seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protestI woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping outside of the windowLucy woke, too, and I was glad to see, was even better than on the previous morningAll her old gaiety of manner seemed to have come back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about ArthurI told her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort meWell, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable-Another quiet day, and to bed with the key on my wrist as beforeAgain I awoke in the night, and found Lucy sitting up in bed, still asleep, pointing to the windowI got up quietly, and pulling aside the blind, looked shop out

And, as to hopes of a glorious resurrection, I've often heard him say masel' that he hoped he'd go to hell, for his mother was so pious that she'd be sure to go to heaven, an' he didn't want to addle where she wasNow isn't that stean at any rate," he hammered it with his stick as he spoke, "a pack of lies? And won't it make Gabriel keckle when Geordie comes pantin' ut the grees with the tompstean balanced on his hump, and asks to be took as evidence!" I did not know what to say, but Lucy turned the conversation as she said, rising up, "Oh, why did you tell us of this? It is my favourite seat, and I cannot leave it, and now I find I must go on sitting over the grave of a suicide "That won't harm ye, my pretty, an' it may make poor Geordie gladsome to have so trim a lass sittin' on his lapWhy, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an' it hasn't done me no harmDon't ye fash about them as lies under ye, or that doesn' lie there either! It'll be time for ye to be getting scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the place as bare as a stubble-fieldThere's the clock, and I must gangMy service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat, and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriageThat made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole monthI came up here alone, for I am very sadThere was no letter for meI hope there cannot be anything the matter with JonathanThe clock has just struck nineI see the lights scattered all over the town, sometimes in rows where the streets are, and sometimes singlyThey run right up the Esk and die away in the curve of the valleyTo my left the view is cut off by a black line of roof of the old house next to the abbeyThe sheep and lambs are bleating in the fields away behind me, and there is a clatter of donkeys' hoofs up the paved road belowThe band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army meeting in a back streetNeither of the bands hears the other, but up here I hear and see them bothI wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me! I wish he were hereSEWARD'S DIARY 5 June-The case of Renfield grows more interesting the more I get to understand the manHe has certain qualities very largely developed, selfishness, secrecy, and purpose I wish I could get at what is the object of the latterHe seems to have some settled scheme of his own, but what it is I do not knowHis redeeming quality is a love of animals, though, indeed, he has such curious turns in it that I sometimes imagine he is only abnormally cruelHis pets are of odd sorts Just now his hobby is catching fliesHe has at present such a quantity that I have had myself to expostulateTo my astonishment, he did not break out into a fury, as I expected, but took the matter in simple seriousnessHe thought for a moment, and then said, "May I have three days? I shall clear them away Of course, I said that would do-He has turned his mind now to spiders, and has got several very big fellows in a boxHe keeps feeding them his flies, and the number of the latter is becoming sensibly diminished, although he has used half his food in attracting more flies from outside to his room-His spiders are now becoming as great a nuisance as his flies, and today I told him that he must get rid of them He looked very sad at this, so I said that he must some of them, at all eventsHe cheerfully acquiesced in this, and I gave him the same time as before for reduction He disgusted me much while with him, for when a horrid blowfly, bloated with some carrion food, buzzed into the room, he caught it, held it exultantly for a few moments between his finger and thumb, and before I knew what he was going to do, put it in his mouth and ate it I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome, that it was life, strong life, and gave life to himThis gave me an idea, or the rudiment of shop one

The sleeping-room of Cassy was directly under the garretOne day, without consulting Legree, she suddenly took it upon her, with some considerable ostentation, to change all the furniture and appurtenances of the room to one at some considerable distanceThe under-servants, who were called on to effect this movement, were running and bustling about with great zeal and confusion, when Legree returned from a ride ?Hallo! you Cass!? said Legree, ?what?s in the wind now?? ?Nothing; only I choose to have another room,? said Cassy, doggedly ?And what for, pray?? said Legree ?I choose to,? said Cassy ?The devil you do! and what for?? ?I?d like to get some sleep, now and then ?Sleep! well, what hinders your sleeping?? ?I could tell, I suppose, if you want to hear,? said Cassy, dryly ?Speak out, you minx!? said LegreeI suppose it wouldn?t disturb you! Only groans, and people scuffing, and rolling round on the garre, floor, half the night, from twelve to morning!? ?People up garret!? said Legree, uneasily, but forcing a laugh; ?who are they, Cassy?? Cassy raised her sharp, black eyes, and looked in the face of Legree, with an expression that went through his bones, as she said, ?To be sure, Simon, who are they? I?d like to have you tell meYou don?t know, I suppose!? With an oath, Legree struck at her with his riding-whip; but she glided to one side, and passed through the door, and looking back, said, ?If you?ll sleep in that room, you?ll know all about itPerhaps you?d better try it!? and then immediately she shut and locked the door Legree blustered and swore, and threatened to break down the door; but apparently thought better of it, and walked uneasily into the sitting-roomCassy perceived that her shaft had struck home; and, from that hour, with the most exquisite address, she never ceased to continue the train of influences she had begun In a knot-hole of the garret, that had opened, she had inserted the neck of an old bottle, in such a manner that when there was the least wind, most doleful and lugubrious wailing sounds proceeded from it, which, in a high wind, increased to a perfect shriek, such as to credulous and superstitious ears might easily seem to be that of horror and despair These sounds were, from time to time, heard by the servants, and revived in full force the memory of the old ghost legendA superstitious creeping horror seemed to fill the house; and though no one dared to breathe it to Legree, he found himself encompassed by it, as by an atmosphere No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless manThe Christian is composed by the belief of a wise, all-ruling Father, whose presence fills the void unknown with light and order; but to the man who has dethroned God, the spirit-land is, indeed, in the words of the Hebrew poet, ?a land of darkness and the shadow of death,? without any order, where the light is as darknessLife and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread Legree had had the slumbering moral elements in him roused by his encounters with Tom,?roused, only to be resisted by the determinate force of evil; but still there was a thrill and commotion of the dark, inner world, produced by every word, or prayer, or hymn, that reacted in superstitious dread The influence of Cassy over him was of a strange and singular kindHe was her owner, her tyrant and tormentorShe was, as he knew, wholly, and without any possibility of help or redress, in his hands; and yet so it is, that the most brutal man cannot live in constant association with a strong female influence, and not be greatly controlled by itWhen he first bought her, she was, as she said, a woman delicately bred; and then he crushed her, without scruple, beneath the foot of his brutalityBut, as time, and debasing influences, and despair, hardened womanhood within her, and waked the fires of fiercer passions, she had become in a measure his mistress, and he alternately tyrannized over and dreaded her This influence had become more harassing and decided, since partial insanity had given a strange, weird, unsettled cast to all her words and language A night or two after this, Legree was sitting in the old sitting-room, by the side of a flickering wood fire, that threw uncertain glances round the roomIt was a stormy, windy night, such as raises whole squadrons of nondescript noises in rickety old housesWindows were rattling, shutters flapping, and wind carousing, rumbling, and tumbling down the chimney, and, every once in a while, puffing out smoke and ashes, as if a legion of spirits were coming after themLegree had been casting up accounts and reading newspapers for some hours, while Cassy sat in the corner; sullenly looking into the fireLegree laid down his paper, and seeing an old book lying on the table, which he had noticed Cassy reading, the first part of the evening, took it up, and began to turn it overIt was one of those collections of stories of bloody murders, ghostly legends, and supernatural visitations, which, coarsely got up and illustrated, have a strange fascination for one who once begins to read them Legree poohed and pished, but read, turning page after page, till, finally, after reading some way, he threw down the book, with an oath ?You don?t believe in ghosts, do you, Cass?? said he, taking the tongs and settling the fire?I thought you?d more sense than to let noises scare you ?No matter what I believe,? said Cassy, sullenly ?Fellows used to try to frighten me with their yarns at sea,? said Legree?Never come it round me that wayI?m too tough for any such trash, tell shop ye

"Come!" she said, "come away from this awful place! Let us go to meet my husband who is, I know, coming towards us She was looking thin and pale and weakBut her eyes were pure and glowed with fervourI was glad to see her paleness and her illness, for my mind was full of the fresh horror of that ruddy vampire sleep And so with trust and hope, and yet full of fear, we go eastward to meet our friends, and him, whom Madam Mina tell me that she know are coming to meet us MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL 6 November-It was late in the afternoon when the Professor and I took our way towards the east whence I knew Jonathan was comingWe did not go fast, though the way was steeply downhill, for we had to take heavy rugs and wraps with usWe dared not face the possibility of being left without warmth in the cold and the snowWe had to take some of our provisions too, for we were in a perfect desolation, and so far as we could see through the snowfall, there was not even the sign of habitationWhen we had gone about a mile, I was tired with the heavy walking and sat down to restThen we looked back and saw where the clear line of Dracula's castle cut the skyFor we were so deep under the hill whereon it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below itWe saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice, and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any sideThere was something wild and uncanny about the placeWe could hear the distant howling of wolvesThey were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terrorI knew from the way DrVan Helsing was searching about that he was trying to seek some strategic point, where we would be less exposed in case of attackThe rough roadway still led downwardsWe could trace it through the drifted snow In a little while the Professor signalled to me, so I got up and joined himHe had found a wonderful spot, a sort of natural hollow in a rock, with an entrance like a doorway between two bouldersHe took me by the hand and drew me in "See!" he said, "here you will be in shelterAnd if the wolves do come I can meet them one by one He brought in our furs, and made a snug nest for me, and got out some provisions and forced them upon meBut I could not eat, to even try to do so was repulsive to me, and much as I would have liked to please him, I could not bring myself to the attemptHe looked very sad, but did not reproach meTaking his field glasses from the case, he stood on the top of the rock, and began to search the horizon Suddenly he called out, "Look! Madam Mina, look! Look!" I sprang up and stood beside him on the rockHe handed me his glasses and pointedThe snow was now falling more heavily, and swirled about fiercely, for a high wind was beginning to blowHowever, there were times when there were pauses between the snow flurries and I could see a long way roundFrom the height where we were it was possible to see a great distanceAnd far off, beyond the white waste of snow, I could see the river lying like a black ribbon in kinks and curls as it wound its wayStraight in front of us and not far off, in fact so near that I wondered we had not noticed before, came a group of mounted men hurrying alongIn the midst of them was a cart, a long leiter wagon which swept from side to side, like a dog's tail wagging, with each stern inequality of the roadOutlined against the snow as they were, I could see from the men's clothes that they were peasants or gypsies of some kind On the cart was a great square shop chest