Uncle+Tom’s+Cabin+text

what is written here Georgia Bullock Co August 29th 1857 My Loving Miss Patsy I hav long bin wishing to imbrace this presant and pleasant opertunity of unfolding my Seans and fealings Since I was constrained to leav my Long Loved home and friends which I cannot never gave my Self the Least promis of returning to. I am well and this is Injoying good hlth and has ever Since I Left Randolph. whend I left Randolf I went to Rockingham and Stad there five weaks and then I left there and went to Richmon virgina to be Sold and I Stade there three days and was bought by a man by the name of Groover and braught to Georgia and he kept me about Nine months and he being a trader Sold me to a man by the name of Rimes and he Sold me to a man by the name of Lester and he has owned me four years and Says that he will keep me til death Siperates us without Some of my old north Caroliner friends wants to buy me again. my Dear Mistress I cannot tell my fealings nor how bad I wish to See youand old Boss and Mss Rahol and Mother. I do not [k]now which I want to See the worst Miss Rahol or mother I have thaugh[t] that I wanted to See mother but never befour did I [k]no[w] what it was to want to See a parent and could not. I wish you to gave my love to old Boss Miss Rahol and bailum and gave my manafold love to mother brothers and sister and pleas to tell them to Right to me So I may here []

Slave usually did not know how to read or write above is an actual letter that a slave wrote. This is from the text of Uncle Tom’s Cabin:

“ I’d teach them to read their own Bible, and write their own letters and read letters that are written to them,” said Eva, steadily. “ I know, mamma, it does come very hard on them, that they can’t do these things. Tom feels it,---Mammy does,--- a great many of them do. I think it’s wrong.”

"well, Emily," said her husband, " so I have always felt and said; but the fact is that my business lies so that I cannot get on without. I shall have to sell some of my hands." To that creature? Impossible! Mr. Shelby, you cannot be serious." "I'm sorry to say that I am," said Shelby. "I've agree to sell Tom." "what! Our Tom?