There was no furniture of any kind in them, only heaps of dirty straw to sleep upon.
Uncle Tom felt more unhappy than ever.

He had hoped at least to have a little room which he could keep clean and tidy.

But this hole he did not even have to himself.

He had to share it with five or six others.
Now began the saddest time of Uncle Tom's life.

Every morning very early the slaves were driven out into the fields like cattle.