He did not belong to Mr. Shelby , but to another man , who had a farm quite near . George and Eliza could not live together as a husband and wife generally do . Indeed , they hardly ever saw each other . George 's master was a cruel man , and would not let him come to see his wife . He was so cruel , and beat George so dreadfully , that the poor slave made up his mind to run away . He had come that very day to tell Eliza what he meant to do . As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Shelby stopped talking , Eliza crept away to her own room , where little Harry was sleeping . There he lay with his pretty curls around his face . His rosy mouth was half open , his fat little hands thrown out over the bed-clothes , and a smile like a sunbeam upon his face . ` My baby , my sweet-one , ' said Eliza , ` they have sold you . But mother will save you yet ! ' She did not cry . She was too sad and sorrowful for that . Taking a piece of paper and a pencil , she wrote quickly . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- ` Oh , missis ! dear missis ! do n't think me ungrateful -- do n't think hard of me , anyway ! I heard all you and master said to-night . I am going to try to save my boy -- you will not blame me I God bless and reward you for all your kindness ! ' Eliza was going to run away .
She gathered a few of Harry 's clothes into a bundle , put on her hat and jacket , and went XXXXX wake him .
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