Some of the ladies and gentlemen on board were very sorry for the poor niggers , and pitied them . Others never thought about them at all , or if they did , thought it was quite just and proper that they should be treated badly . ` They are only slaves , ' they said . Among the passengers was a pretty little girl , about six years old . She had beautiful golden hair , and big blue eyes . She ran about here , there , and everywhere , dancing and laughing like a little fairy . There were other children on board , but not one so pretty or so merry as she . She was always dressed in white , and Tom thought she looked like a little angel , as she danced and ran about . Often and often she would come and walk sadly around the place where the poor slaves sat in their chains . She would look pityingly at them , and then go slowly away . Once or twice she came with her dress full of sweets , nuts , and oranges , and gave them all some . Tom watched the little lady , and tried to make friends with her . His pockets were full of all kinds of things , with which he used to amuse his old master 's children . He could make whistles of every sort and size , cut baskets out of cherry-stones , faces out of nut-shells , jumping figures out of bits of wood . He brought these out one by one , and though the little girl was shy at first , they soon grew to be great friends . ` What is missy 's name ? ' said Tom one day . ` Evangeline St. Clare , ' said the little girl ; ` though papa and everybody else call me Eva . Now , what 's your name ? ' ` My name 's Tom .
The little chil ` en XXXXX my old home used to call me Uncle Tom . '
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