The men slaves walked , while Legree and the two women drove in a cart . Mile after mile they trudged along , over the rough road through wild and dreary country , till , hungry , thirsty , and tired , they arrived at the farm , or plantation as it was called . Legree was not a gentleman like Mr. Shelby or Mr. St. Clare . He was a very rough kind of farmer . 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 XXXXX 's life .
Clare Legree Shelby Tom chinks gentleman heaps muslin straw things