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UNCLE 'rou’s CABIN. can-. iv.

An Evening in Uncle Tom's Cabin .—Uncle Tom. —Negro Cookery.—Kitchen Conversation.-— The Great Chicken-pie.-—Aggravating Young Uns.—-Tbs Meeting.--Negro Worship.—Ths Human 'I‘rader.

Tn: cabin of _Uncle Tom was a small log build- ing, close adjoining to “ t e house,” as the DGKPO, par cats , designates his master's dwelling. In front it had a neat garden-patch, where, every summer, strawberries, raspberries, and a variety of fruits and vegetables, flourished under careful tending. The whole front ofit was_ covered by a large scarlet bi nonia, and a native_ multillora rose, which entwisting and in- terlacing, left scarce a vestige of the rough 10 to be seen. Here, also,in summer,various brfig liant annuals, such as niarigolds, tunias,four- o'clocks, found an indulgent corner in which to unfold their splendours, and were the delight and pride of Aunt Chloe's heart.

Let us enter the dwellin . The evening meal at the house is over, and unt Chloe, who re- sid_ed over its preparation as head cook, has eft to inferior oflcers in the kitchen the business of clearing away and washing dishes, and come out into her own snn territories, to “ get her ole man's supper ;" t erefore,doubt not that it is her you see by the tire presiding with anxious interest over certain friuling items in a stew- pan, and anon, with ve consideration, lifting the cover of a‘bake~ ettle, from whence steam forth indubitabls intimations of “ something good.” A round, black, shining face is hers, so glossy as to su st the idea that she mi t have been washed over with white of eggs 11 e

er whole i can- tentment from under her well-starchsd checked ‘ turban, bearing on it, however, if we must con- fess it, a little of that ' of self-consciousness which becomes the first cook of the nei bbour- liood, as Aunt Chloe was universally he d and acknowled to be. cook s is certain] was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a chicken, or tur- key, or duck in the barn-yard, but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be rellsctin on their latter end; and certain it was that s e was always medita- ting on trussing, stufiin , and roasting, to a degree that was calculii to inspire terror in any refiecting fowl living. Her corn-cake, in all its varieties of hos-cake, dodgers, muflins, and other species too numerous to mention, was a sublime mystery to all less practised com- unders : and she would shake her fat sides with honest pride and merriment as she would narrate the fruitless efiirts that one and an- other of her compssrs had made to attain to her elevation.

The arrival of company at the house, tbd ar- rangng of dinners and suppers " in style," awo c all the energies of her soul; and nosigbt was more welcome to her than a pile of travel- ling trunks hunched on the vsrandah, for than she foresaw fresh eforts and fresh triumphs.

Just at present, however, Aunt Chloe is look- in into the bake-pan in which congenial ope- ra ‘on we shall leave her till we finish our pic- ture of the cottage.

In one corner of it stood a bed, covered iieatls with a snowy spread ; and by the side of it way a piece of car ‘ting of some considerable sise. On this piece o carpeting Aunt Chols took her stand, as bein decidedl in the a per walks of life; and its the by whic it lay. and the whole corner, in fact, were treated with dis- tinguished consideration, and made, as hr as possible, sacr marauuing inroads and desecrations of little folks. In the that corner was the ‘ii -room of the ssh liab- ment. Iii the other corner was a bed of much huniblsr pretensions, and evidently designed for use. The wall over the Ir place was_ adorned with some ver brilliant Scriptural prints, and a rtralt of neral Washington, rawn and co cured in a manner which would cerhinly have astonished that bcro,i ever be bad hap- pened to meet, with its like.

On a rough bench in the corner a couple of wooly-head boys, with glistening blac eyes and t shi in ‘ch , were busy in warm- tending the firs ‘ gopsrations of by, which, as is us thacasc, consisted in get-

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tin thé tumblin down—saoh , successive _ bf g violcn y cheered, as something decidedly ever. 6 A table, somewhat rheumatic in its limbs,was drawn out in front of the fire, and covered with

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cups and saucers ofa deci- tsrn, with other spptoiiis of an a roac cal. At this table was mated on s in, . y's best band, who,as he ip' htbs tbs hero 0 our story, we must dagusr- ars. a was a large, broad- ly-made man, of a full glossy whose truly

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hri t boy of thirteen, who a fully to no ise the dignity of his’ si on as instructor.

“ Not that way, Uncle oin—not that way," said he, briskly, Uncle Tom laboriously brought u the tail of his g the wiyong side out ; “that ma esa q, you see. ’ -

“ Ls sakes, now, does it! " mid Uncle Tom, looking with a respectful, admirin air, as his young teacher flourishingly scrawl ’a and 's innumerable for his edilication; and en, ta ng the pencil in his big heavy fingers, he patiently recommenced.

“ How eas white folks al'as does things!” said Aunt Cb oe, using while she was greas- in a griddle witdna scrap of bacon on her fork, aufi regarding young Master George with pride “ The way he can write, now! and read, too! and then to come out here evenings and read his lessons to us,—it's mi hty interestin’!”

“ But Aunt Chloe, ’m tting mi h hun- g ,” sdid George “ Isngte that caketin the s illet almost done!”

“ ose done, Mas‘r Geor ," said Aunt

Chloe, liftin the lid, and peep ng in ; ing beautifu —-a real lovely brown. me alone for dat! Missis let Sail try to make some cake t‘other day,jes to Ian: er, she said. ‘ Ob, go way, missis,' says I; ‘ it really hurts my feelins, now, to see good vittlcss iled datar way ! Cake ris all to one side—no s pe at all, no more than my shoc— wa !”

And with this final expression of contem tfor Sally's eenness, Aunt Chloe whip t e co- ver ofi' t e bake-kettle, and disclo to view a neatly-baked und-cake, of which no city con- fectioner use to have been ashamed. This be- ing evidently the central point of the entertain- ment, Aunt Chloe began now to hustle about earnestly in the supper de rtment.

“ Here you, Mose and etc, get out do way, you ni rs! Get away, Polly, honey: mam- niy’ll give her baby soinefin b -and—by. Now, Mas’r George, you jest take 0 dem books, and set down now with my old man, and I’ll take up do sausages,und have the tlrst griddle full of cakes on your plates in less dau no time.”

“ They wanted me to come to supper in the house," said George, “ butI knew what was what too well for that, Aunt Chloe."

“ So you did—so you did, honey,” said Aunt eapin

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Chloe, the smoking batter-cakes on his late; “ you ow’d your old Aunty’d kiep the or t-—go

st fpr you. Oh, let you alone !I

nd with that Aiinty gave George a nudge

with her finger, designed to be immsnsetly fies-

tiougand turned agu n to the griddle wi great s e

" Nov? the cake," said Mas'r Gsorgs,whsu the activity of the griddle department had somewhat subsided: and with that the ‘young-

ster flourished a large knife over the ar cle in question. , “La bless you, Mas’r George!" said Aunt

Chloe, with earnestness, catc in his arm ; “ you wouldn’t be for cuttin’ it wi datar heavy knife! Smash all dowu—spile all do pret- ty rise of it! Here, I've t a thin old knife I keeps sharp a purpose. or, now, see-—comes apart light as a feather! Now eat away—you won’t get anything to beat dat ar !"

“ Tom Lincoln says," said George, speaking with his mouth full, "that their Jinny is a bet- ter cook than you."

“ Dem Iiincons a’nt much 'count no way!” said Aunt Chloe, oontcm tuously ; “ I nican,set alouyide our folks. hey’s upectubls folks enough in a kinder Iain wa : but,aa to gettin’ up any thing in stylii, they on't begin to have

' t Set Mss’r Liucon, now, along-

a notion on’ . side Mas’r Shelby. Good Lor! and Missis [lig- e

con-—cau she kinder sweep it into a room my missis—so kinder splendid, or know! , go wa ! don't tell me nothin‘ o dem liincons!” and nut Chloe tossed her head as one who hoped she did know something of the world. “ Well, though, I've heard you say,” said Geor , “ that inny wus afitty fiir coo ." “£1 did," said Aunt oe; “I may say :3 Good, plain, common cookin’, Jinny’ 1 do ; s a good u o’brsad—bi|e her tatersfur —ber corn es isn't extra, not extra, now Jiuny's corn akss isn't, but then the ’s far. But, Lor, colic to do higher branches and what can she do? Wb ,shs makes piss-—sartin she

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does; but what inder crust? Can she make your real fiscky stc, as melts in ur month and lies all up li a pull Now, went over

that when Miss Mar was gwine to be married, and Jinny she jest-s wed me do weddln' piss. Jinny and I is good friends, ye know. I never said nothin’: but go lon Mas r George! Why, I shouldn't sleep a w’ for a week if I had a batch of pics like dem ar. Why, dsy ws’n‘t no 'count ’t all."

“ I suppose Jinny thought they were ever so nice," mid George.

“ Thought so .—-didn’t she! Thar she was sliowiu’ ’cm, as innocent! Ye see, it's jest hers, Jinny don’: limo. Lor, the family an’t noth- in’ !. She oan‘tbe ’s cted to know! "lian'tno fault o’ bern. Ah, as’r George, you dossu’t know half your privilc in yer Emily and briiigin up ! liars Aunt hloe sigbod,aud rolled up her eyes with emotion.”

u D: ":9, Aunt '?lliloe,,I ungerstand a‘l‘lAm

ie-an- ’ c .’Iai George- Tom Lingsldln if l()lldn't 3:: over him every time I meet him." Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair, and in-

dul in a hearty gahw of lau hter at this wit ‘am of uu Mas‘r‘s,lau ing till the tears I own black, shinning cheeks,

and varying the exercise with play.t'p|i1l"y slappiizg '

and poking Mas‘r Goorgey, and wa ,and that hswasacase-—-that ewasfit skill’ lmr, and that he sartin would kill her one of thms da ; and between each predictions, going of into a lau sac longer .aii strou than the Georgsrsallyhs to inkthathswasadair roualy wittybglow, and that it became him -baca’reful he liked "as funny as he could ’ '1

«air sdibmdid l 0hor,wlmt ii’ ha‘: up tiir! ye crowsdotst I 0 Lo wo 't

. at leisure to notice the pile of woolly heads and

E r, ’r Gaunt. if ye uldn sahornbn laIgh!"’s . ut..,"guIiocmn."lsaysm him, ‘win;

you ought to see some of Aunt Chloe's pies; they're the right sort,’ says I."

“ Pity, now,Tom could‘nt," said Aunt Chloe, on whose benevolent heart ea 0 Tom's be- nighted condition seemed to make a strong im-

ession. “ Is oughter just ask him here to

‘nor some o‘ these times, Mas’r George," she added; “ it would look quite pretty ofye. Ye know, Mas'r George, ye oughtenter tbel ’bove nobody on ’oouut yer privileges, ‘cause all our

iviligss is "n to us: we ought al’uys to member that, ’ said Aunt Chloe, coking quite serious.

“Well, I mean to ask Tom her». some day naxtweck,” said .George; “ and on do your pretfisst, Aunt Chloe, and we’ll make him stare. on't we make him out so he won't get over it for a fortni ht!” ’ , “ Yes. yes—-nrtln," said Aunt Chloe, de- ted; “ you'll see. Lor! to think of soiue o_ our dinners ! Yer mind dat ar grout chicken- pie I made when we guv de dinner to General

nox! Iand inissis, we come rett near quar- relling about dat ar crust. t cos get into ladies sometimes I don't know; but sometimes, when a body has do heaviest kind 0’ ’sponsibili- ty on ’em, as ye may say, and is all kinder ‘seris’ pnd taken up, dey takes dat ar time to be hung- in’ round and kinder interferin’! Now,missis, she wanted me to do dis wa , and she wanted me to do dat way; and final y I~got kinder sar- cy, and says I,‘ Now, missis, do jist look at dem beautiful white hands 0’ yourn, with long fin- ger_s, and all a sparkling with rings, like my white lilies when thedew’s on ’em : and look at my great black stuinpin’ hands. Now, don’t ye think that de Lord must have meant me to

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make de ie-crust and you to stay in de r- éiur!’ ar! I’was jist so ssrcy, MiPi:’r eor

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Ed what did mother say?” said George. “ Say ?——why, she kinder larfsd in her eyes- dem at handsome eyes 0' hero; and says _ ‘ _ell, Aunt Chloe, I think you are about in the right on’t,' says she; and she went ofi‘iii parlour She oughter cracked me over de hea for bein’ so sarcy; but dar’s whar ’tis—I can't do riotbin’ wi 'es in do kitchen.”

“ Well, on made out well with that dinner —I rcincm r ever body said so,” said George.

“ Didn't I? An wan’t I behind dc dinin’- ro_om door dat bery day? and didn't I see de Gineral he knows what cookin’ is,” said Aunt, Chloe, drawinaherself it with an air. “ Bery nice man, do ineral! e comes of one of de bery fastest fignilies in Old Virginn ! knows what's ,what, now, as well as do--do Gineral. Ye ssa,there’s ‘ sin all pies, Mas’r at tan‘t every _v knows what the _ But the Gineral, he knows;

w by his ’marks he made. Yes, he knows what de_ pints is !” ,

By this time _Master George had arrived at that pass which even a boy can come (under common oircumstanoes),when he really could not eat another morsel, and, therefore, he was

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glistening eyes which were regarding their ope- rations hungril from the opposite corner.

“_Here, ypu ose, Pete, ’ he said, breaking of liberal ts, and throwing it at them; “ you W311‘ 301110. don’t you? Come, Aunt Chloe, bake tbani some cakes.’ .

And Geor _ and Tom moved tea comfortable seat in the c mney corner, while Aunt Chloe, after baking a goodly pile of cakes, took her ba- by on her is , and began ‘alternately fillin its mouth and er own, and disti-ibutin to {lose and Pete, who seemed rather to pro or eating theirs as they rolled about-on the floor under the table tickling each other, and occasionally pulling the baby’s toes.

_ ‘f 011. 30 long will yet” said the mother, giving new and then a kick, in a kind of general way, under the table, when the movement be- came too obstreperous. “Can’t ye be decent when white folks come to ‘see ye! Stop dat ar, now, will yel Better mind yes-selves,or I'll take ye down a button-hole lower, when Mas‘:- Geor is !"

W t msani was couched under this ter- rible threat itia ilcult to say; but cerilin it is that its awful indistiiictness seemed to pro- duce very little impression on the young sinners addressed.

“ Is, now !i’ said Uncle Tom, “ they. are so ofltioklp all the while, they cant behave

sirss ves.

Here the boys emer d from under the table, sued, with blgands and ces well plastered t;V|i)th iu asses, n s. vigorous kissing of the .

. “-Got alongwid ye !" said. the mmber, push- ing my thcair woo lyepealiip. T“ Yialldfil ion’. Go lo.nng tbulivdhéiiig andlwihiah ;ersclvess!';

c said, ascending r exhorutions by a slap,

which resounded very forinidably, but which v

seemed only to knock out so much more laugh from the yo ones, as ahsy tumbled precipi- tgply over other on -doors, where they fair ticreamed with mcrrlimsut.

H 9‘ i e ever see we agyavating youn mu 1” said Aunt Chloe, rather oomplacently, alsg producing an old tiwsl, kept for such emergen- cies, dall):ttle watsr out pf Elle cracked tea toait,an urubhing' o tcmolasses froiothe baby’! fee‘: and hands; and having polished her till she chose, aha sat her down in

oIu’a lap‘. while she busisd herself in olsaring any supper. The baby employed the intervals an pullia Tois’s-nose, sora ‘ his faos,aiid

uryiug r fat haudsia hisrwoo ybair; which at operation seemed to afiird her special can- t

“_Ain’t shes peart young as!” said ‘Dom, holding be! from him to take a full-length Vilwz than, ttiugup, he set her on his broad shoulder. a caperig and dancing wig her, while. ‘r Goings snapped at bar

5 his pooksbllndkcnbisf, an lime and

“ ac- ” ' to her» own statumt, this surgical 0 rs olwasa snatmrsfds oscurmnss

cahhutbs dsuhratioa no whit abated the

pa Qllslce fidesr, t'ss mi in about it-oi?’-

acoins, whileths whole quulsvsuabk upd-

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Chloe, who hadbsen busy in pulling outs rods box «if a trundle-bod : “ and now, you Mosshapid you etc, tinto thar; for we’s ‘ii to vs the meeting,” so. 8

“_0h, mother. we don't wantsr. We wants to sit up to iiieetin'-—uioetiii’a is so enris. W8 likes ’em."

_ “ La, Aunt Chloe, shove it under,and let ’em sit up," said Mas’r George, decisively givinga pusht) the rude machine. '

Aunt Chloe, having thus saved appearances, seemed highly deli ted to push the thin un- der, saying, as she id so, 9‘ Well, insbbe twill do ’em some good.” v -V

The house now resolves itself into a 0O‘lnln"-- tee of the whole, to consider the aocomniotkw tions and arrangements for the inoetin .

“ What we‘s to do for ohsers, uow,‘l declare _Idon’t know,” said Aunt Chloe. ing had been held at Uncle Tom’s weekly, for an indefinite length of time, without any more “ cheers.” there seemed souis sneonra ineutto hope that a way would be discovercgeat pm~ sent. ’ -

“ Old Uncle Peter sung both de le dat oldest checriast week," suggests Mose.

“ You go long! I’ll boun’ you pulled ’em out ; some 0’ our shines,” saiil,Au_nt Chloe.

“ Well, it i’ I stand, if it only keepsjam up agin de wall !” said Mose.

“ Den Uncle Peter mus’n‘t sit in it, ’causo he‘ al‘u s hitches when he gets a singing. hitc ed prett. nigh across de rooin t‘other night,” said I! to.

“ r ! t him. in it, then,” said Mose, “ and den he’ begin, ‘ Come, saintaand sin- ners, hear me tell,’ and den down be’d And Mose imitated precisely the nasal tones of the old man, tumbling on the fioor to illustrate the supposed catastrophe.

“ Come, now, be decent, can’t ye i" said Aunt Chloe ; “ an’t yer shamed 7"

Mas’r George, however, joined the ofiender in the laugh, and declared decidedl that Moss was a “ buster.” the materua admonition seemed rather to fail of effect.

“ Well, ole man," said Aunt Chloe, “ you'll have to tote in them ar bar'ls." ‘

“ Mother's bar’ls is like dat ar widder’s Mas‘r Geor was readin ’bout in de good book-dey never fails," said Iose, aside to Pete.

‘‘I’m sure o e on in caved in last week,"

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laid Pete, “ and let ’em all down in do middle

ofde singin'; dat ar was failin,’ warn't it!" During this aside between Mose and Pete, two empty caisks had been rolled into the cabin, and,

being secured from rolling by stones on each ‘

side, boards were laid across them, which ar- rangement, together with the turning down of certain tubs and pails, and the dis ing of the_ rickety chairs, at last completed e prepa-