In the records are such words as 'stregoica' witch, 'ordog' and 'pokol' Satan and hell, and in one manuscript this very Dracula is spoken of as 'wampyr,' which we all understand too wellThere have been from the loins of this very one great men and good women, and their graves make sacred the earth where alone this foulness can dwellFor it is not the least of its terrors that this evil thing is rooted deep in all good, in soil barren of holy memories it cannot rest Whilst they were talking MrMorris was looking steadily at the window, and he now got up quietly, and went out of the roomThere was a little pause, and then the Professor went on "And now we must settle what we doWe have here much data, and we must proceed to lay out our campaignWe know from the inquiry of Jonathan that from the castle to Whitby came fifty boxes of earth, all of which were delivered at Carfax, we also know that at least some of these boxes have been removedIt seems to me, that our first step should be to ascertain whether all the rest remain in the house beyond that wall where we look today, or whether any more have been removedIf the latter, we must trace?" Here we were interrupted in a very startling wayOutside the house came the sound of a pistol shot, the glass of the window was shattered with a bullet, which ricochetting from the top of the embrasure, struck the far wall of the roomI am afraid I am at heart a coward, for I shrieked outThe men all jumped to their feet, Lord Godalming flew over to the window and threw up the sashAs he did so we heard MrMorris' voice without, "Sorry! I fear I have alarmed youI shall come in and tell you about it A minute later he came in and said, "It was an idiotic thing of me to do, and I ask your pardon, MrsHarker, most sincerely, I fear I must have frightened you terriblyBut the fact is that whilst the Professor was talking there came a big bat and sat on the window sillI have got such a horror of the damned brutes from recent events that I cannot stand them, and I went out to have a shot, as I have been doing of late of evenings, whenever I have seen oneYou used to laugh at me for it then, Art "Did you hit it?" asked Dr "I don't know, I fancy not, for it flew away into the wood Without saying any more he took his seat, and the Professor began to resume his statement "We must trace each of these boxes, and when we are ready, we must either capture or kill this monster in his lair, or we must, so to speak, sterilize the earth, so that no more he can seek safety in itThus in the end we may find him in his form of man between the hours of noon and sunset, and so engage with him when he is at his most weak "And now for you, Madam Mina, this night is the end until all be wellYou are too precious to us to have such riskWhen we part tonight, you no more must questionWe shall tell you all in good timeWe are men and are able to bear, but you must be our star and our hope, and we shall act all the more free that you are not in the danger, such as we are All the men, even Jonathan, seemed relieved, but it did not seem to me good that they should brave danger and, perhaps lessen their safety, strength being the best safety, through care of me, but their minds were made up, and though it was a bitter pill for me to swallow, I could say nothing, save to accept their chivalrous care of meMorris resumed the discussion, "As there is no time to lose, I vote we have a look at his house right nowTime is everything with him, and swift action on our part may save another victim I own that my heart began to fail me when the time for action came so close, but I did not say anything, for I had a greater fear that if I appeared as a drag or a hindrance to their work, they might even leave me out of their counsels altogetherThey have now gone off to Carfax, with means to get into the house Manlike, they had told me to go to bed and sleep, as if a woman can sleep when those she loves are in danger! I shall lie down, and pretend to sleep, lest Jonathan have added anxiety about me when he returnsSEWARD'S DIARY 1 October, 4 A-Just as we were about to leave the house, an urgent message was brought to me from Renfield to know if I would see him at once, as he had something of the utmost importance to say to shop me

Legree kicked the boy, and swore at him; but George, without saying another word, turned and strode to the spot Tom had been lying two days since the fatal night, not suffering, for every nerve of suffering was blunted and destroyedHe lay, for the most part, in a quiet stupor; for the laws of a powerful and well-knit frame would not at once release the imprisoned spiritBy stealth, there had been there, in the darkness of the night, poor desolated creatures, who stole from their scanty hours? rest, that they might repay to him some of those ministrations of love in which he had always been so abundantTruly, those poor disciples had little to give,?only the cup of cold water; but it was given with full hearts Tears had fallen on that honest, insensible face,?tears of late repentance in the poor, ignorant heathen, whom his dying love and patience had awakened to repentance, and bitter prayers, breathed over him to a late-found Saviour, of whom they scarce knew more than the name, but whom the yearning ignorant heart of man never implores in vain Cassy, who had glided out of her place of concealment, and, by overhearing, learned the sacrifice that had been made for her and Emmeline, had been there, the night before, defying the danger of detection; and, moved by the last few words which the affectionate soul had yet strength to breathe, the long winter of despair, the ice of years, had given way, and the dark, despairing woman had wept and prayed When George entered the shed, he felt his head giddy and his heart sick ?Is it possible,,?is it possible?? said he, kneeling down by him?Uncle Tom, my poor, poor old friend!? Something in the voice penetrated to the ear of the dyingHe moved his head gently, smiled, and said, ?Jesus can make a dying-bed Feel soft as down pillows are Tears which did honor to his manly heart fell from the young man?s eyes, as he bent over his poor friend ?O, dear Uncle Tom! do wake,?do speak once more! Look up! Here?s Mas?r George,?your own little Mas?r GeorgeDon?t you know me?? ?Mas?r George!? said Tom, opening his eyes, and speaking in a feeble voice; ?Mas?r George!? He looked bewildered Slowly the idea seemed to fill his soul; and the vacant eye became fixed and brightened, the whole face lighted up, the hard hands clasped, and tears ran down the cheeks ?Bless the Lord! it is,?it is,?it?s all I wanted! They haven?t forgot meIt warms my soul; it does my heart good! Now I shall die content! Bless the Lord, on my soul!? ?You shan?t die! you mustn?t die, nor think of it! I?ve come to buy you, and take you home,? said George, with impetuous vehemence ?O, Mas?r George, ye?re too lateThe Lord?s bought me, and is going to take me home,?and I long to goHeaven is better than Kintuck ?O, don?t die! It?ll kill me!?it?ll break my heart to think what you?ve suffered,?and lying in this old shed, here! Poor, poor fellow!? ?Don?t call me poor fellow!? said Tom, solemnly, ?I have been poor fellow; but that?s all past and gone, nowI?m right in the door, going into glory! O, Mas?r George! Heaven has come! I?ve got the victory!?the Lord Jesus has given it to me! Glory be to His name!? George was awe-struck at the force, the vehemence, the power, with which these broken sentences were utteredHe sat gazing in silence Tom grasped his hand, and continued,??Ye mustn?t, now, tell Chloe, poor soul! how ye found me;??t would be so drefful to herOnly tell her ye found me going into glory; and that I couldn?t stay for no oneAnd tell her the Lord?s stood by me everywhere and al?ays, and made everything light and easyAnd oh, the poor chil?en, and the baby;?my old heart?s been most broke for ?em, time and agin! Tell ?em all to follow me?follow me! Give my love to Mas?r, and dear good Missis, and everybody in the place! Ye don?t know! ?Pears like I loves ?em all! I loves every creature everywhar!?it?s nothing but love! O, Mas?r George! what a thing ?t is to be a Christian!? At this moment, Legree sauntered up to the door of the shed, looked in, with a dogged air of affected carelessness, and turned away ?The old satan!? said George, in his indignation?It?s a comfort to think the devil will pay him for this, some of these days!? ?O, don?t!,?oh, ye mustn?t!? said Tom, grasping his hand; ?he?s a poor mis?able critter! it?s awful to think on ?t! Oh, if he only could repent, the Lord would forgive him now; but I?m ?feared he never will!? ?I hope he won?t!? said George; ?I never want to see him in heaven!? ?Hush, Mas?r George!?it worries me! Don?t feel so! He an?t done me no real harm,?only opened the gate of the kingdom for me; that?s all!? At this moment, the sudden flush of strength which the joy of meeting his young master had infused into the dying man gave wayA sudden sinking fell upon him; he closed his eyes; and that mysterious and sublime change passed over his face, that told the approach of other worlds He began to draw his breath with long, deep inspirations; and his broad chest rose and fell, heavilyThe expression of his face was that of a conqueror ?Who,?who,?who shall separate us from the love of Christ?? he said, in a voice that contended with mortal weakness; and, with a smile, he fell asleep George sat fixed with solemn aweIt seemed to him that the place was holy; and, as he closed the lifeless eyes, and rose up from the dead, only one thought possessed him,?that expressed by his simple old friend,??What a thing it is to be a Christian!? He turned: Legree was standing, sullenly, behind him Something in that dying scene had checked the natural fierceness of youthful passionThe presence of the man was simply loathsome to George; and he felt only an impulse to get away from him, with as few words as possible Fixing his keen dark eyes on Legree, he simply said, pointing to the dead, ?You have got all you ever can of himWhat shall I pay you for the body? I will take it away, and bury it decently ?I don?t sell dead niggers,? said Legree, shop doggedly

Miss Ophelia busied herself very earnestly on Sundays, teaching Topsy the catechismTopsy had an uncommon verbal memory, and committed with a fluency that greatly encouraged her instructress ?What good do you expect it is going to do her?? said St ?Why, it always has done children goodIt?s what children always have to learn, you know,? said Miss Ophelia ?Understand it or not,? said St ?O, children never understand it at the time; but, after they are grown up, it?ll come to them ?Mine hasn?t come to me yet,? said StClare, ?though I?ll bear testimony that you put it into me pretty thoroughly when I was a boy? ?Ah, you were always good at learning, AugustineI used to have great hopes of you,? said Miss Ophelia ?Well, haven?t you now?? said St ?I wish you were as good as you were when you were a boy, Augustine ?So do I, that?s a fact, Cousin,? said St?Well, go ahead and catechize Topsy; may be you?ll make out something yet Topsy, who had stood like a black statue during this discussion, with hands decently folded, now, at a signal from Miss Ophelia, went on: ?Our first parents, being left to the freedom of their own will, fell from the state wherein they were created Topsy?s eyes twinkled, and she looked inquiringly ?What is it, Topsy?? said Miss Ophelia ?Please, Missis, was dat ar state Kintuck?? ?What state, Topsy?? ?Dat state dey fell out ofI used to hear Mas?r tell how we came down from Kintuck ?You?ll have to give her a meaning, or she?ll make one,? said he?There seems to be a theory of emigration suggested there ?O! Augustine, be still,? said Miss Ophelia; ?how can I do anything, if you will be laughing?? ?Well, I won?t disturb the exercises again, on my honor;? and StClare took his paper into the parlor, and sat down, till Topsy had finished her recitationsThey were all very well, only that now and then she would oddly transpose some important words, and persist in the mistake, in spite of every effort to the contrary; and StClare, after all his promises of goodness, took a wicked pleasure in these mistakes, calling Topsy to him whenever he had a mind to amuse himself, and getting her to repeat the offending passages, in spite of Miss Ophelia?s remonstrances ?How do you think I can do anything with the child, if you will go on so, Augustine?? she would say ?Well, it is too bad,?I won?t again; but I do like to hear the droll little image stumble over those big words!? ?But you confirm her in the wrong way ?What?s the odds? One word is as good as another to her ?You wanted me to bring her up right; and you ought to remember she is a reasonable creature, and be careful of your influence over her ?O, dismal! so I ought; but, as Topsy herself says, ?I ?s so wicked!?? In very much this way Topsy?s training proceeded, for a year or two,?Miss Ophelia worrying herself, from day to day, with her, as a kind of chronic plague, to whose inflictions she became, in time, as accustomed, as persons sometimes do to the neuralgia or sick headacheClare took the same kind of amusement in the child that a man might in the tricks of a parrot or a pointerTopsy, whenever her sins brought her into disgrace in other quarters, always took refuge behind his chair; and StClare, in one way or other, would make peace for herFrom him she got many a stray picayune, which she laid out in nuts and candies, and distributed, with careless generosity, to all the children in the family; for Topsy, to do her justice, was good-natured and liberal, and only spiteful in self-defenceShe is fairly introduced into our corps be ballet, and will figure, from time to time, in her turn, with other performers Chapter 21 Kentuck Our readers may not be unwilling to glance back, for a brief interval, at Uncle Tom?s Cabin, on the Kentucky farm, and see what has been transpiring among those whom he had left behind It was late in the summer afternoon, and the doors and windows of the large parlor all stood open, to invite any stray breeze, that might feel in a good humor, to enterShelby sat in a large hall opening into the room, and running through the whole length of the house, to a balcony on either endLeisurely tipped back on one chair, with his heels in another, he was enjoying his after-dinner shop cigar

The great difference is, that the table and chair cannot feel, and the man can; for even a legal enactment that he shall be ?taken, reputed, adjudged in law, to be a chattel personal,? cannot blot out his soul, with its own private little world of memories, hopes, loves, fears, and desiresSimon Legree, Tom?s master, had purchased slaves at one place and another, in New Orleans, to the number of eight, and driven them, handcuffed, in couples of two and two, down to the good steamer Pirate, which lay at the levee, ready for a trip up the Red river Having got them fairly on board, and the boat being off, he came round, with that air of efficiency which ever characterized him, to take a review of themStopping opposite to Tom, who had been attired for sale in his best broadcloth suit, with well-starched linen and shining boots, he briefly expressed himself as follows: ?Stand up ?Take off that stock!? and, as Tom, encumbered by his fetters, proceeded to do it, he assisted him, by pulling it, with no gentle hand, from his neck, and putting it in his pocket Legree now turned to Tom?s trunk, which, previous to this, he had been ransacking, and, taking from it a pair of old pantaloons and dilapidated coat, which Tom had been wont to put on about his stable-work, he said, liberating Tom?s hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes, ?You go there, and put these on Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned ?Take off your boots,? said Mr ?There,? said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse, stout shoes, such as were common among the slaves, ?put these on In Tom?s hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished Bible to his pocketIt was well he did so; for MrLegree, having refitted Tom?s handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pocketsHe drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it into his own pocketSeveral little trifles, which Tom had treasured, chiefly because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river Tom?s Methodist hymn-book, which, in his hurry, he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over Humph! pious, to be sureSo, what?s yer name,?you belong to the church, eh?? ?Yes, Mas?r,? said Tom, firmly ?Well, I?ll soon have that out of youI have none o? yer bawling, praying, singing niggers on my place; so rememberNow, mind yourself,? he said, with a stamp and a fierce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, ?I?m your church now! You understand,?you?ve got to be as I say Something within the silent black man answered No! and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him,??Fear not! for I have redeemed theeI have called thee by nameThou art Mine!? But Simon Legree heard no voiceThat voice is one he never shall hearHe only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked offHe took Tom?s trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boatWith much laughing, at the expense of niggers who tried to be gentlemen, the articles very readily were sold to one and another, and the empty trunk finally put up at auctionIt was a good joke, they all thought, especially to see how Tom looked after his things, as they were going this way and that; and then the auction of the trunk, that was funnier than all, and occasioned abundant witticisms This little affair being over, Simon sauntered up again to his property ?Now, Tom, I?ve relieved you of any extra baggage, you seeTake mighty good care of them clothesIt?ll be long enough ?fore you get moreI go in for making niggers careful; one suit has to do for one year, on my place Simon next walked up to the place where Emmeline was sitting, chained to another woman ?Well, my dear,? he said, chucking her under the chin, ?keep up your spirits The involuntary look of horror, fright and aversion, with which the girl regarded him, did not escape his eye ?None o? your shines, gal! you?s got to keep a pleasant face, when I speak to ye,?d?ye hear? And you, you old yellow poco moonshine!? he said, giving a shove to the mulatto woman to whom Emmeline was chained, ?don?t you carry that sort of face! You?s got to look chipper, I tell ye!? ?I say, all on ye,? he said retreating a pace or two back, ?look at me,?look at me,?look me right in the eye,?straight, now!? said he, stamping his foot at every pause As by a fascination, every eye was now directed to the glaring greenish-gray eye of Simon ?Now,? said he, doubling his great, heavy fist into something resembling a blacksmith?s hammer, ?d?ye see this fist? Heft it!? he said, bringing it down on Tom?s hand?Look at these yer bones! Well, I tell ye this yer fist has got as hard as iron knocking down shop niggers

Thus, in a difficulty he has to seek resource in habitHis past is a clue, and the one page of it that we know, and that from his own lips, tells that once before, when in what MrMorris would call a 'tight place,' he went back to his own country from the land he had tried to invade, and thence, without losing purpose, prepared himself for a new effortHe came again better equipped for his work, and wonSo he came to London to invade a new landHe was beaten, and when all hope of success was lost, and his existence in danger, he fled back over the sea to his homeJust as formerly he had fled back over the Danube from Turkey Land "Good, good! Oh, you so clever lady!" said Van Helsing, enthusiastically, as he stooped and kissed her handA moment later he said to me, as calmly as though we had been having a sick room consultation, "Seventy-two only, and in all this excitement Turning to her again, he said with keen expectation, "But go onGo on! There is more to tell if you willI do in any case, and shall tell you if you are rightSpeak, without fear!" "I will try toBut you will forgive me if I seem too egotistical "Nay! Fear not, you must be egotist, for it is of you that we think "Then, as he is criminal he is selfishAnd as his intellect is small and his action is based on selfishness, he confines himself to one purposeThat purpose is remorselessAs he fled back over the Danube, leaving his forces to be cut to pieces, so now he is intent on being safe, careless of allSo his own selfishness frees my soul somewhat from the terrible power which he acquired over me on that dreadful nightI felt it! Oh, I felt it! Thank God, for His great mercy! My soul is freer than it has been since that awful hourAnd all that haunts me is a fear lest in some trance or dream he may have used my knowledge for his ends The Professor stood up, "He has so used your mind, and by it he has left us here in Varna, whilst the ship that carried him rushed through enveloping fog up to Galatz, where, doubtless, he had made preparation for escaping from usBut his child mind only saw so farAnd it may be that as ever is in God's Providence, the very thing that the evil doer most reckoned on for his selfish good, turns out to be his chiefest harmThe hunter is taken in his own snare, as the great Psalmist saysFor now that he think he is free from every trace of us all, and that he has escaped us with so many hours to him, then his selfish child brain will whisper him to sleepHe think, too, that as he cut himself off from knowing your mind, there can be no knowledge of him to youThere is where he fail! That terrible baptism of blood which he give you makes you free to go to him in spirit, as you have as yet done in your times of freedom, when the sun rise and setAt such times you go by my volition and not by hisAnd this power to good of you and others, you have won from your suffering at his handsThis is now all more precious that he know it not, and to guard himself have even cut himself off from his knowledge of our whereWe, however, are not selfish, and we believe that God is with us through all this blackness, and these many dark hoursWe shall follow him, and we shall not flinch, even if we peril ourselves that we become like himFriend John, this has been a great hour, and it have done much to advance us on our wayYou must be scribe and write him all down, so that when the others return from their work you can give it to them, then they shall know as we do And so I have written it whilst we wait their return, and MrsHarker has written with the typewriter all since she brought the MS to us CHAPTER 26 DRSEWARD'S DIARY 29 shop October