He was so cruel, and beat George so dreadfully, that the poor slave made up his mind to run away.

He had come that very day to tell Eliza what he meant to do.
As soon as Mr.and Mrs.Shelby stopped talking, Eliza crept away to her own room, where little Harry was sleeping.

There he lay with his pretty curls around his face.

His rosy mouth was half open, his fat little hands thrown out over the bed-clothes, and a smile like a sunbeam upon his face.
'My baby, my sweet-one,' said Eliza, 'they have sold you.

But mother will save you yet!' She did not cry.