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����"O dear! what shall we do?" said Eliza, moumfully.����"It was only yesterday," said George, "as I was busy loading stones into a cart, that young Mas'r Tom stood there, slashing his whip so near the horse that the creature was frightened. I asked him to stop, as pleasant as I could,he just kept right on. I begged him again, and then he turned on me, and began striking me. I held his hand, and then he screamed and kicked and ran to his father, and told him that I was fighting him. He came in a rage, and said he'd teach me who was my master; and he tied me to a tree, and cut switches for young master, and told him that he might whip me till he was tired;-and he did do it! If l don't make him remember it, some time!" and the brow of the young man grew dark, and his eyes bumed with an expression that made his young wife tremble. "Who made this man my master? That's what I want to know!" he said.����"Well," said Eliza, mournfully, "I always thought that I must obey my master and mistress, or I couldn't be a Christian."����"There is some sense in it, in your case; they have brought you up like a child, fed you, clothed you, indulged you, and taught you, so that you have a good education; that is some reason why they should claim you. But I have been kicked and cuffed and sworn at, and at the best only let alone; and what do I owe? I've paid for all my keeping a hundred times over. I won't bear it.����No, I won't!" he said, clenching his hand with a fierce frown.����Eliza trembled, and was silent. She had never seen her husband in this mood before; and her gentle system of ethics seemed to bend like a reed in the surges of such passions.����"You know poor little Carlo, that you gave me," added George; "the creature has been about all the comfort that I've had. He has slept with me nights, and followed me around days, and kind o' looked at me as if he understood how I felt. Well, the other day I was just feeding him with a few old scraps I picked up by the kitchen door, and Mas'r came along, and said I was feeding him up at his expense, and that he couldn't afford to have every nigger keeping his dog, and ordered me to tie a stone to his neck and throw him in the pond."����"O, George, you didn't do it!"����"Do it? not I!-but he did. Mas'r and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones. Poor thing! he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didn't save him. I had to take a flogging because I wouldn't do it myself. I don't care. Mas'r will find out that I'm one that whipping won't tame. My day will come yet, if he don't look out."����"What are you going to do? O, George, don't do anything wicked; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he'll deliver you."����"I an't a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart's full of bitterness; I can't trust in God. Why does he let things be so?"����"O, George, we must have faith. Mistress says that when all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best."����"That's easy to say for people that are sitting on their sofas and riding in their carriages; but let 'em be where I am, I guess it would come some harder. I wish I could be good; but my heart bums, and can't be reconciled, anyhow.You couldn't in my place,-you can't now, ifl tell you all I've got to say. You don't know the whole yet."��������