A Key to Uncle Tom's Cabin / Presenting the original facts and documents upon which the story is founded. Together with corroborative statements verifying the truth of the work.

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Lay moored with idle sail;

He waited for the rising moon,

And for the evening gale.

Under the shore his boat was tied

And all her listless crew

Watched the gray alligator slide

Into the still bayou.

Odors of orange-flowers and spice

Reached them, from time to time,

Like airs that breathe from Paradise