to buy him back, as soon as possible.

The next day, Uncle Tom and the other slaves belonging to Mr. St. Clare
were sent to market to be sold.

As Uncle Tom stood in the market-place, waiting for some one to buy him,
he looked anxiously round. In the crowd of faces, he was trying to find
one kind, handsome one, like Mr. St. Clare's. But there was none.

Presently a short, broad man, with a coarse, ugly face and dirty hands,
came up to Tom. He looked him all over, pulled his mouth open and looked
at his teeth, pinched his arms, made him walk and jump, and indeed
treated him as he would a horse or cow he had wished to buy.

Tom knew from the way this man looked and spoke, that he must be bad and
cruel. He prayed in his heart that this might not be his new master. But
it was. His name was Legree. He bought Uncle Tom, several other men
slaves, and two women. One of the women was a pretty young girl, who had
never been away from her mother before, and who was very much afraid of
her new master. The other was an old woman. The two women were chained
together. The men, Uncle Tom among them, had heavy chains put on both
hands and feet. Then Legree drove them all on to a boat which was going
up the river to his plantation.

It was a sad journey. This time there was no pretty Eva, nor
kind-hearted Mr. St. Clare, to bring any happiness to the poor slaves.

One of the first things Legree did was to take away all Tom's nice
clothes which Mr. St. Clare had given him.