As he entered the shed , his head felt giddy and his heart sick . Uncle Tom lay on a heap of straw on the floor , still and quiet . ` Oh , dear Uncle Tom , ' cried George as he knelt beside him , ` dear Uncle Tom , do wake -- do speak once more . Here 's Mas ' r George -- your own little Mas ' r George . Do n't you know me ? ' ` Mas ' r George ! ' said Tom , opening his eyes , and speaking in a feeble voice . ` Mas ' r George ? it is -- it is . It 's all I wanted . They have n't forgot me . It warms my soul ; it does my old heart good . Now I shall die content . ' ` You sha n't die ! you must n't die , nor think of it . I 've come to buy you and take you home , ' said George , and the tears came into his eyes as he bent over poor Uncle Tom . ` Oh , Mas ' r George , ye 're too late . The Lord has bought me , and is going to take me home . ' -LSB- Illustration -RSB- ` Oh , do n't . It breaks my heart to think of what you 've suffered -- lying in this old shed , too . '
` You must n't , now , tell Chloe , poor soul , how ye found me , ' said XXXXX , taking George by the hand .
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