CHAPTER XXI.
Kentuck Our readers may not be unwilling to glance back, for a brief interval, at Uncle Tom's Cabin, on the Kentucky farm, and see what has been transpiring among those whom he had left behind.
It was late in the summer afternoon, and the doors and windows of the large parlor all stood open, to invite any stray breeze, that might feel in a good humor, to enter.

Mr.Shelby sat in a large hall opening into the room, and running through the whole length of the house, to a balcony on either end.

Leisurely tipped back on one chair, with his heels in another, he was enjoying his after-dinner cigar.

Mrs.Shelby sat in the door, busy about some fine sewing; she seemed like one who had something on her mind, which she was seeking an opportunity to introduce.
"Do you know," she said, "that Chloe has had a letter from Tom ?" "Ah! has she?
Tom 's got some friend there, it seems.

How is the old boy ?" "He has been bought by a very fine family, I should think," said Mrs.
Shelby,--"is kindly treated, and has not much to do." "Ah! well, I'm glad of it,--very glad," said Mr.Shelby, heartily.