I have none o' yer bawling, praying, singing niggers on my place; so remember.

Now, mind yourself," he said, with a stamp and a fierce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, "_I'm_ your church now! You understand,--you've got to be as _I_ say." Something within the silent black man answered _No!_ and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him,--"Fear not! for I have redeemed thee.

I have called thee by name.

Thou art MINE!" But Simon Legree heard no voice.

That voice is one he never shall hear.
He only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked off.
He took Tom's trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boat.