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

Upon a world of crime.

The Planter, under his roof of thatch,

Smoked thoughtfully and slow;

The Slaver’s thumb was on the latch,

He scorned in haste to go.

He said, “My ship at anchor rides

In yonder broad lagoon;

I only wait the evening tides,

And the rising of the moon.”

Before them, with her face upraised,