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?I wish, Cassy,? said Legree, ?you?d behave yourself decently ?You talk about behaving decently! And what have you been doing??you, who haven?t even sense enough to keep from spoiling one of your best hands, right in the most pressing season, just for your devilish temper!? ?I was a fool, it?s a fact, to let any such brangle come up,? said Legree; ?but, when the boy set up his will, he had to be broke in ?I reckon you won?t break him in!? ?Won?t I?? said Legree, rising, passionately?I?d like to know if I won?t? He?ll be the first nigger that ever came it round me! I?ll break every bone in his body, but he shall give up!? Just then the door opened, and Sambo enteredHe came forward, bowing, and holding out something in a paper ?What?s that, you dog?? said Legree ?It?s a witch thing, Mas?r!? ?A what?? ?Something that niggers gets from witchesKeeps ?em from feelin? when they ?s floggedHe had it tied round his neck, with a black string Legree, like most godless and cruel men, was superstitiousHe took the paper, and opened it uneasily There dropped out of it a silver dollar, and a long, shining curl of fair hair,?hair which, like a living thing, twined itself round Legree?s fingers ?Damnation!? he screamed, in sudden passion, stamping on the floor, and pulling furiously at the hair, as if it burned him?Where did this come from? Take it off!?burn it up!?burn it up!? he screamed, tearing it off, and throwing it into the charcoal?What did you bring it to me for?? Sambo stood, with his heavy mouth wide open, and aghast with wonder; and Cassy, who was preparing to leave the apartment, stopped, and looked at him in perfect amazement ?Don?t you bring me any more of your devilish things!? said he, shaking his fist at Sambo, who retreated hastily towards the door; and, picking up the silver dollar, he sent it smashing through the window-pane, out into the darkness Sambo was glad to make his escapeWhen he was gone, Legree seemed a little ashamed of his fit of alarmHe sat doggedly down in his chair, and began sullenly sipping his tumbler of punch Cassy prepared herself for going out, unobserved by him; and slipped away to minister to poor Tom, as we have already related And what was the matter with Legree? and what was there in a simple curl of fair hair to appall that brutal man, familiar with every form of cruelty? To answer this, we must carry the reader backward in his historyHard and reprobate as the godless man seemed now, there had been a time when he had been rocked on the bosom of a mother,?cradled with prayers and pious hymns,?his now seared brow bedewed with the waters of holy baptismIn early childhood, a fair-haired woman had led him, at the sound of Sabbath bell, to worship and to prayFar in New England that mother had trained her only son, with long, unwearied love, and patient prayersBorn of a hard-tempered sire, on whom that gentle woman had wasted a world of unvalued love, Legree had followed in the steps of his fatherBoisterous, unruly, and tyrannical, he despised all her counsel, and would none of her reproof; and, at an early age, broke from her, to seek his fortunes at seaHe never came home but once, after; and then, his mother, with the yearning of a heart that must love something, and has nothing else to love, clung to him, and sought, with passionate prayers and entreaties, to win him from a life of sin, to his soul?s eternal good That was Legree?s day of grace; then good angels called him; then he was almost persuaded, and mercy held him by the handHis heart inly relented,?there was a conflict,?but sin got the victory, and he set all the force of his rough nature against the conviction of his conscienceHe drank and swore,?was wilder and more brutal than everAnd, one night, when his mother, in the last agony of her despair, knelt at his feet, he spurned her from him,?threw her senseless on the floor, and, with brutal curses, fled to his shipThe next Legree heard of his mother was, when, one night, as he was carousing among drunken companions, a letter was put into his handHe opened it, and a lock of long, curling hair fell from it, and twined about his fingersThe letter told him his mother was dead, and that, dying, she blest and forgave him There is a dread, unhallowed necromancy of evil, that turns things sweetest and holiest to phantoms of horror and affrightThat pale, loving mother,?her dying prayers, her forgiving love,?wrought in that demoniac heart of sin only as a damning sentence, bringing with it a fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignationLegree burned the hair, and burned the letter; and when he saw them hissing and crackling in the flame, inly shuddered as he thought of everlasting firesHe tried to drink, and revel, and swear away the memory; but often, in the deep night, whose solemn stillness arraigns the bad soul in forced communion with herself, he had seen that pale mother rising by his bedside, and felt the soft twining of that hair around his fingers, till the cold sweat would roll down his face, and he would spring from his bed in horrorYe who have wondered to hear, in the same evangel, that God is love, and that God is a consuming fire, see ye not how, to the soul resolved in evil, perfect love is the most fearful torture, the seal and sentence of the direst despair? ?Blast it!? said Legree to himself, as he sipped his liquor; ?where did he get that? If it didn?t look just like?whoo! I thought I?d forgot thatCurse me, if I think there?s any such thing as forgetting anything, any how,?hang it! I?m lonesome! I mean to call shop Em

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