Stopping opposite to Tom, who had been attired for sale in his best broadcloth suit, with well-starched linen and shining boots, he briefly expressed himself as follows: "Stand up." Tom stood up.
"Take off that stock!" and, as Tom, encumbered by his fetters, proceeded to do it, he assisted him, by pulling it, with no gentle hand, from his neck, and putting it in his pocket.
Legree now turned to Tom's trunk, which, previous to this, he had been ransacking, and, taking from it a pair of old pantaloons and dilapidated coat, which Tom had been wont to put on about his stable-work, he said, liberating Tom's hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes, "You go there, and put these on." Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned.
"Take off your boots," said Mr.Legree.
Tom did so.
"There," said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse, stout shoes, such as were common among the slaves, "put these on." In Tom's hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished Bible to his pocket.

It was well he did so; for Mr.Legree, having refitted Tom's handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pockets.

He drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it into his own pocket.

Several little trifles, which Tom had treasured, chiefly because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river.
Tom's Methodist hymn-book, which, in his hurry, he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over.
Humph! pious, to be sure.

So, what's yer name,--you belong to the church, eh ?" "Yes, Mas'r," said Tom, firmly.
"Well, I'll soon have _that_ out of you.