e bleeding。” And Phineas busied himself with making some off…hand surgical arrangements with his own pocket…handkerchief； and such as could be mustered in the company。
“You pushed me down there；” said Tom； faintly。
“Well if I hadn’t thee would have pushed us down； thee sees；” said Phineas； as he stooped to apply his bandage。 “There； there；—let me fix this bandage。 We mean well to thee； we bear no malice。 Thee shall be taken to a house where they’ll nurse thee first rate； well as thy own mother could。”
Tom groaned； and shut his eyes。 In men of his class； vigor and resolution are entirely a physical matter； and ooze out with the flowing of the blood； and the gigantic fellow really looked piteous in his helplessness。
The other party now came up。 The seats were taken out of the wagon。 The buffalo…skins； doubled in fours； were spread all along one side； and four men； with great difficulty； lifted the heavy form of Tom into it。 Before he was gotten in； he fainted entirely。 The old negress； in the abundance of her compassion； sat down on the bottom； and took his head in her lap。 Eliza； George and Jim； bestowed themselves； as well as they could； in the remaining space and the whole party set forward。
“What do you think of him？” said George； who sat by Phineas in front。
“Well it’s only a pretty deep flesh…wound； but； then； tumbling and scratching down that place didn’t help him much。 It has bled pretty freely；—pretty much dreaned him out； courage and all；—but he’ll get over it； and may be learn a thing or two by it。”
“I’m glad to hear you say so；” said George。 “It would always be a heavy thought to me； if I’d caused his death； even in a just cause。”
“Yes；” said Phineas； “killing is an ugly operation； any way they’ll fix it；—man or beast。 I’ve seen a buck that was shot down and a dying； look that way on a feller with his eye； that it reely most made a feller feel wicked for killing on him； and human creatures is a more serious consideration yet； bein’； as thy wife says； that the judgment comes to ’em after death。 So I don’t know as our people’s notions on these matters is too strict； and； considerin’ how I was raised； I fell in with them pretty considerably。”
“What shall you do with this poor fellow？” said George。
“O； carry him along to Amariah’s。 There’s old Grandmam Stephens there；—Dorcas； they call her；—she’s most an amazin’ nurse。 She takes to nursing real natural； and an’t never better suited than when she gets a sick body to tend。 We may reckon on turning him over to her for a fortnight or so。”
A ride of about an hour more brought the party to a neat farmhouse； where the weary travellers were received to an abundant breakfast。 Tom Loker was soon carefully deposited in a much cleaner and softer bed than he had； ever been in the habit of ocomupying。 His wound was carefully dressed and bandaged； and he lay languidly opening and shutting his eyes on the white window…curtains and gently…gliding figures of his sick room； like a weary child。 And here； for the present； we shall take our leave of one party。
1 Ps。 73； “The End of the Wicked contrasted with that of the Righteous。”
Chapter 18
Miss Ophelia’s Experiences and Opinions
Our friend Tom； in his own simple musings； often compared his more fortunate lot； in the bondage into which he was cast； with that of Joseph in Egypt； and； in fact； as time went on； and he developed more and more under the eye of his master； the strength of the parallel increased。
St。 Clare was indolent and careless of money。 Hitherto the providing and marketing had been principally done by Adolph； who was； to the full； as careless and extravagant as his master； and； between them both； they had carried on the dispersing process with great alacrity。 Acomustomed； for many years； to regard his master’s property as his own care； Tom saw； with an uneasiness he could scarcely repress； the wasteful expenditure of the establishment； and； in the quiet； indirect way which his class often acquire； would sometimes make his own suggestions。
St。 Clare at first employed him ocomasionally； but； struck with his soundness of mind and good business capacity； he confided in him more and more； till gradually all the marketing and providing for the family were intrusted to him。
“No； no； Adolph；” he said； one day； as Adolph was deprecating the passing of power out of his hands； “let Tom alone。 You only understand what you want； Tom understands cost and come to； and there may be some end to money； bye and bye if we don’t let somebody do that。”
Trusted to an unlimited extent by a careless master； who handed him a bill without looking at it； and pocketed the change without counting it； Tom had every facility and temptation to dishonesty； and nothing but an impregnable simplicity of nature； strengthened by Christian faith； could have kept him from it。 But； to that nature； the very unbounded trust reposed in him was bond and seal for the most scrupulous acomuracy。
With Adolph the case had been different。 Thoughtless and self…indulgent； and unrestrained by a master who found it easier to indulge than to regulate； he had fallen into an absolute confusion as to meum tuum with regard to himself and his master； which sometimes troubled even St。 Clare。 His own good sense taught him that such a training of his servants was unjust and dangerous。 A sort of chronic remorse went with him everywhere； although not strong enough to make any decided change in his course； and this very remorse reacted again into indulgence。 He passed lightly over the most serious faults； because he told himself that； if he had done his part； his dependents had not fallen into them。
Tom regarded his gay； airy； handsome young master with an odd mixture of fealty； reverence； and fatherly solicitude。 That he never read the Bible； never went to church； that he jested and made free with any and every thing that came in the way of his wit； that he spent his Sunday evenings at the opera or theatre； that he went to wine parties； and clubs； and suppers； oftener than was at all expedient；—were all things that Tom could see as plainly as anybody； and on which he based a conviction that “Mas’r wasn’t a Christian；”—a conviction； however； which he would have been very slow to express to any one else； but on which he founded many prayers； in his own simple fashion； when he was by himself in his little dormitory。 Not that Tom had not his own way of speaking his mind ocomasionally； with something of the tact often observable in his class； as； for example； the very day after the Sabbath we have described； St。 Clare was invited out to a convivial party of choice spirits； and was helped home； between one and two o’clock at night； in a condition when the physical had decidedly attained the upper hand of the intellectual。 Tom and Adolph assisted to get him composed for the night； the latter in high spirits； evidently regarding the matter as a good joke； and laughing heartily at the rusticity of Tom’s horror； who really was simple enough to lie awake most of the rest of the night； praying for his young master。
“Well； Tom； what are you waiting for？” said St。 Clare； the next day； as he sat in his library； in dressing