Only tell her ye found me going into glory, and that I couldn't stay for no one.
And oh, the poor chil'en, and the baby--my old heart's been most broke for them.

Tell them to follow me.

Give my love to mas'r, and dear, good missis, and everybody in the place.

I love them all.' He closed his eyes, and with a smile he fell asleep.

Uncle Tom too was free.
Beyond the gates of Legree's farm, George had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees.