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 . Legree and his two chief slaves , called Quimbo and Sambo , marched about all the time with whips in their hands . At night they drove the slaves back again to their miserable huts . But before they could rest , they had to grind and cook the corn for their supper . When at last they did go to sleep , they had to lie on the heaps of dirty straw instead of in comfortable beds . CHAPTER XVIII GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean , comfortable bed at the Quaker farmhouse .
A pretty , old XXXXX lady , with white hair and a kind face , was nursing him .
Legree Loker Quaker Quimbo Sambo Tom chinks day morning night