On his farm he grew cotton . The cotton had to be gathered and tied into bundles . Then he sold it to people who made it into calico , muslin , and other things , which we need to use and wear . Gathering cotton is very hard work . The house Legree lived in had once been a very fine one , and had belonged to a rich gentleman . Now , it was old , neglected , and almost in ruins . The house was bad enough , but the cabins where the slaves lived were far worse . They were roughly built of wood . The wind and the rain came through the chinks between the planks . There were no windows . The floors were nothing but the bare earth . There was no furniture of any kind in them , only heaps of dirty straw to sleep upon . Uncle Tom felt more unhappy than ever . He had hoped at least to have a little room which he could keep clean and tidy . But this hole he did not even have to himself . He had to share it with five or six others . Now began the saddest time of Uncle Tom 's life . Every morning very early the slaves were driven out into the fields like cattle . All day long they worked hard . The burning sun blazed down upon them , making them hot and tired .
XXXXX and his two chief slaves , called Quimbo and Sambo , marched about all the time with whips in their hands .
Legree Tom chinks day floors heaps morning muslin straw things