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"Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look upon iniquity: wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously, and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righteous than he? " / Hab. 1: 13
On the lower part of a small, mean boat, on the Red River, Tom sat -- chains on his wrists, chains on his feet, and a weight heavier than chains lay on his heart. All had faded from his sky -- moon and star; all had passed by him, as the trees and banks were now passing, to return no more. Kentucky home, with wife and children, and indulgent owners; St. Clare home, with all its refinements and splendors; the golden head of Eva, with its saintlike eyes; the proud, gay, handsome, seemingly careless, yet ever-kind St. Clare; hours of ease and indulgent leisure -- all gone! and in place thereof, what remains?