MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL 29 September-After dinner I came with DrHe brought back the phonograph from my room, and I took a chair, and arranged the phonograph so that I could touch it without getting up, and showed me how to stop it in case I should want to pauseThen he very thoughtfully took a chair, with his back to me, so that I might be as free as possible, and began to readI put the forked metal to my ears and listened When the terrible story of Lucy's death, and all that followed, was done, I lay back in my chair powerlessFortunately I am not of a fainting dispositionSeward saw me he jumped up with a horrified exclamation, and hurriedly taking a case bottle from the cupboard, gave me some brandy, which in a few minutes somewhat restored meMy brain was all in a whirl, and only that there came through all the multitude of horrors, the holy ray of light that my dear Lucy was at last at peace, I do not think I could have borne it without making a sceneIt is all so wild and mysterious, and strange that if I had not known Jonathan's experience in Transylvania I could not have believedAs it was, I didn't know what to believe, and so got out of my difficulty by attending to something elseI took the cover off my typewriter, and said to DrSeward, "Let me write this all out nowWe must be ready for DrVan Helsing when he comesI have sent a telegram to Jonathan to come on here when he arrives in London from WhitbyIn this matter dates are everything, and I think that if we get all of our material ready, and have every item put in chronological order, we shall have done much "You tell me that Lord Godalming and MrMorris are coming tooLet us be able to tell them when they come He accordingly set the phonograph at a slow pace, and I began to typewrite from the beginning of the seventeenth cylinderI used manifold, and so took three copies of the diary, just as I had done with the restIt was late when I got through, but DrSeward went about his work of going his round of the patientsWhen he had finished he came back and sat near me, reading, so that I did not feel too lonely whilst I workedHow good and thoughtful he isThe world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it Before I left him I remembered what Jonathan put in his diary of the Professor's perturbation at reading something in an evening paper at the station at Exeter, so, seeing that DrSeward keeps his newspapers, I borrowed the files of 'The Westminster Gazette' and 'The Pall Mall Gazette' and took them to my roomI remember how much the 'Dailygraph' and 'The Whitby Gazette', of which I had made cuttings, had helped us to understand the terrible events at Whitby when Count Dracula landed, so I shall look through the evening papers since then, and perhaps I shall get some new lightI am not sleepy, and the work will help to keep me quietSEWARD'S DIARY 30 SeptemberHarker arrived at nine o'clockHe got his wife's wire just before startingHe is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face, and full of energyIf this journal be true, and judging by one's own wonderful experiences, it must be, he is also a man of great nerveThat going down to the vault a second time was a remarkable piece of daringAfter reading his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood, but hardly the quiet, businesslike gentleman who came here today-After lunch Harker and his wife went back to their own room, and as I passed a while ago I heard the click of the typewriterHarker says that they are knitting together in chronological order every scrap of evidence they shop have

How long Tom lay there, he knew notWhen he came to himself, the fire was gone out, his clothes were wet with the chill and drenching dews; but the dread soul-crisis was past, and, in the joy that filled him, he no longer felt hunger, cold, degradation, disappointment, wretchednessFrom his deepest soul, he that hour loosed and parted from every hope in life that now is, and offered his own will an unquestioning sacrifice to the InfiniteTom looked up to the silent, ever-living stars,?types of the angelic hosts who ever look down on man; and the solitude of the night rung with the triumphant words of a hymn, which he had sung often in happier days, but never with such feeling as now: ?The earth shall be dissolved like snow, The sun shall cease to shine; But God, who called me here below, Shall be forever mine ?And when this mortal life shall fail, And flesh and sense shall cease, I shall possess within the veil A life of joy and peace ?When we?ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining like the sun, We?ve no less days to sing God?s praise Than when we first begun Those who have been familiar with the religious histories of the slave population know that relations like what we have narrated are very common among themWe have heard some from their own lips, of a very touching and affecting characterThe psychologist tells us of a state, in which the affections and images of the mind become so dominant and overpowering, that they press into their service the outward imaginingWho shall measure what an all-pervading Spirit may do with these capabilities of our mortality, or the ways in which He may encourage the desponding souls of the desolate? If the poor forgotten slave believes that Jesus hath appeared and spoken to him, who shall contradict him? Did He not say that his, mission, in all ages, was to bind up the broken-hearted, and set at liberty them that are bruised? When the dim gray of dawn woke the slumberers to go forth to the field, there was among those tattered and shivering wretches one who walked with an exultant tread; for firmer than the ground he trod on was his strong faith in Almighty, eternal loveAh, Legree, try all your forces now! Utmost agony, woe, degradation, want, and loss of all things, shall only hasten on the process by which he shall be made a king and a priest unto God! From this time, an inviolable sphere of peace encompassed the lowly heart of the oppressed one,?an ever-present Saviour hallowed it as a templePast now the bleeding of earthly regrets; past its fluctuations of hope, and fear, and desire; the human will, bent, and bleeding, and struggling long, was now entirely merged in the DivineSo short now seemed the remaining voyage of life,?so near, so vivid, seemed eternal blessedness,?that life?s uttermost woes fell from him unharming All noticed the change in his appearanceCheerfulness and alertness seemed to return to him, and a quietness which no insult or injury could ruffle seemed to possess him ?What the devil?s got into Tom?? Legree said to Sambo?A while ago he was all down in the mouth, and now he?s peart as a cricket ?Dunno, Mas?r; gwine to run off, mebbe ?Like to see him try that,? said Legree, with a savage grin, ?wouldn?t we, Sambo?? ?Guess we would! Haw! haw! ho!? said the sooty gnome, laughing obsequiously?Lord, de fun! To see him stickin? in de mud,?chasin? and tarin? through de bushes, dogs a holdin? on to him! Lord, I laughed fit to split, dat ar time we cotched MollyI thought they?d a had her all stripped up afore I could get ?em offShe car?s de marks o? dat ar spree yet ?I reckon she will, to her grave,? said Legree?But now, Sambo, you look sharpIf the nigger?s got anything of this sort going, trip him up ?Mas?r, let me lone for dat,? said Sambo, ?I?ll tree de coonHo, ho, ho!? This was spoken as Legree was getting on his horse, to go to the neighboring townThat night, as he was returning, he thought he would turn his horse and ride round the quarters, and see if all was safe It was a superb moonlight night, and the shadows of the graceful China trees lay minutely pencilled on the turf below, and there was that transparent stillness in the air which it seems almost unholy to disturbLegree was a little distance from the quarters, when he heard the voice of some one singingIt was not a usual sound there, and he paused to listenA musical tenor voice sang, ?When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I?ll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes ?Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan?s rage, And face a frowning world ?Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My god, my Heaven, my All2 ?So ho!? said Legree to himself, ?he thinks so, does he? How I hate these cursed Methodist hymns! Here, you nigger,? said he, coming suddenly out upon Tom, and raising his riding-whip, ?how dare you be gettin? up this yer row, when you ought to be in bed? Shut yer old black gash, and get along in with you!? ?Yes, Mas?r,? said Tom, with ready cheerfulness, as he rose to to in Legree was provoked beyond measure by Tom?s evident happiness; and riding up to him, belabored him over his head and shoulders ?There, you dog,? he said, ?see if you?ll feel so comfortable, after that!? But the blows fell now only on the outer man, and not, as before, on the heartTom stood perfectly submissive; and yet Legree could not hide from himself that his power over his bond thrall was somehow goneAnd, as Tom disappeared in his cabin, and he wheeled his horse suddenly round, there passed through his mind one of those vivid flashes that often send the lightning of conscience across the dark and wicked soulHe understood full well that it was God who was standing between him and his victim, and he blasphemed himThat submissive and silent man, whom taunts, nor threats, nor stripes, nor cruelties, could disturb, roused a voice within him, such as of old his Master roused in the demoniac soul, saying, ?What have we to do with thee, thou Jesus of Nazareth??art thou come to torment us before the time?? Tom?s whole soul overflowed with compassion and sympathy for the poor wretches by whom he was shop surrounded

?And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Mas?r George, if ye wouldn?t make a hornbug laugh!? ?Yes,? said George, ?I says to him, ?Tom, you ought to see some of Aunt Chloe?s pies; they?re the right sort,? says I ?Pity, now, Tom couldn?t,? said Aunt Chloe, on whose benevolent heart the idea of Tom?s benighted condition seemed to make a strong impression?Ye oughter just ask him here to dinner, some o? these times, Mas?r George,? she added; ?it would look quite pretty of yeYe know, Mas?r George, ye oughtenter feel ?bove nobody, on ?count yer privileges, ?cause all our privileges is gi?n to us; we ought al?ays to ?member that,? said Aunt Chloe, looking quite serious ?Well, I mean to ask Tom here, some day next week,? said George; ?and you do your prettiest, Aunt Chloe, and we?ll make him stareWon?t we make him eat so he won?t get over it for a fortnight?? ?Yes, yes?sartin,? said Aunt Chloe, delighted; ?you?ll seeLor! to think of some of our dinners! Yer mind dat ar great chicken pie I made when we guv de dinner to General Knox? I and Missis, we come pretty near quarrelling about dat ar crustWhat does get into ladies sometimes, I don?t know; but, sometimes, when a body has de heaviest kind o? ?sponsibility on ?em, as ye may say, and is all kinder ?seris? and taken up, dey takes dat ar time to be hangin? round and kinder interferin?! Now, Missis, she wanted me to do dis way, and she wanted me to do dat way; and, finally, I got kinder sarcy, and, says I, ?Now, Missis, do jist look at dem beautiful white hands o? yourn with long fingers, and all a sparkling with rings, like my white lilies when de dew ?s on ?em; and look at my great black stumpin handsNow, don?t ye think dat de Lord must have meant me to make de pie-crust, and you to stay in de parlor? Dar! I was jist so sarcy, Mas?r George ?And what did mother say?? said George ?Say??why, she kinder larfed in her eyes?dem great handsome eyes o? hern; and, says she, ?Well, Aunt Chloe, I think you are about in the right on ?t,? says she; and she went off in de parlorShe oughter cracked me over de head for bein? so sarcy; but dar?s whar ?t is?I can?t do nothin? with ladies in de kitchen!? ?Well, you made out well with that dinner,?I remember everybody said so,? said George ?Didn?t I? And wan?t I behind de dinin?-room door dat bery day? and didn?t I see de General pass his plate three times for some more dat bery pie??and, says he, ?You must have an uncommon cook, Mrs Lor! I was fit to split myself ?And de Gineral, he knows what cookin? is,? said Aunt Chloe, drawing herself up with an air?Bery nice man, de Gineral! He comes of one of de bery fustest families in Old Virginny! He knows what?s what, now, as well as I do?de GineralYe see, there?s pints in all pies, Mas?r George; but tan?t everybody knows what they is, or as orter beBut the Gineral, he knows; I knew by his ?marks he madeYes, he knows what de pints is!? By this time, Master George had arrived at that pass to which even a boy can come (under uncommon circumstances, when he really could not eat another morsel), and, therefore, he was at leisure to notice the pile of woolly heads and glistening eyes which were regarding their operations hungrily from the opposite corner ?Here, you Mose, Pete,? he said, breaking off liberal bits, and throwing it at them; ?you want some, don?t you? Come, Aunt Chloe, bake them some cakes And George and Tom moved to a comfortable seat in the chimney-corner, while Aunte Chloe, after baking a goodly pile of cakes, took her baby on her lap, and began alternately filling its mouth and her own, and distributing to Mose and Pete, who seemed rather to prefer eating theirs as they rolled about on the floor under the table, tickling each other, and occasionally pulling the baby?s toes ?O! go long, will ye?? said the mother, giving now and then a kick, in a kind of general way, under the table, when the movement became too obstreperous?Can?t ye be decent when white folks comes to see ye? Stop dat ar, now, will ye? Better mind yerselves, or I?ll take ye down a button-hole lower, when Mas?r George is gone! What meaning was couched under this terrible threat, it is difficult to say; but certain it is that its awful indistinctness seemed to produce very little impression on the young sinners addressed ?La, now!? said Uncle Tom, ?they are so full of tickle all the while, they can?t behave theirselves Here the boys emerged from under the table, and, with hands and faces well plastered with molasses, began a vigorous kissing of the baby ?Get along wid ye!? said the mother, pushing away their woolly heads?Ye?ll all stick together, and never get clar, if ye do dat fashionGo long to de spring and wash yerselves!? she said, seconding her exhortations by a slap, which resounded very formidably, but which seemed only to knock out so much more laugh from the young ones, as they tumbled precipitately over each other out of doors, where they fairly screamed with merriment ?Did ye ever see such aggravating young uns?? said Aunt Chloe, rather complacently, as, producing an old towel, kept for such emergencies, she poured a little water out of the cracked tea-pot on it, and began rubbing off the molasses from the baby?s face and hands; and, having polished her till she shone, she set her down in Tom?s lap, while she busied herself in clearing away supperThe baby employed the intervals in pulling Tom?s nose, scratching his face, and burying her fat hands in his woolly hair, which last operation seemed to afford her special content ?Aint she a peart young un?? said Tom, holding her from him to take a full-length view; then, getting up, he set her on his broad shoulder, and began capering and dancing with her, while Mas?r George snapped at her with his pocket-handkerchief, and Mose and Pete, now returned again, roared after her like bears, till Aunt Chloe declared that they ?fairly took her head off? with their noiseAs, according to her own statement, this surgical operation was a matter of daily occurrence in the cabin, the declaration no whit abated the merriment, till every one had roared and tumbled and danced themselves down to a state of composure ?Well, now, I hopes you?re done,? said Aunt Chloe, who had been busy in pulling out a rude box of a trundle-bed; ?and now, you Mose and you Pete, get into thar; for we?s goin? to have the meetin? ?O mother, we don?t wanterWe wants to sit up to meetin?,?meetin?s is so curis ?La, Aunt Chloe, shove it under, and let ?em sit up,? said Mas?r George, decisively, giving a push to the rude machine Aunt Chloe, having thus saved appearances, seemed highly delighted to push the thing under, saying, as she did so, ?Well, mebbe ?t will do ?em some good The house now resolved itself into a committee of the whole, to consider the accommodations and arrangements for the meeting ?What we?s to do for cheers, now, I declar I don?t know,? said Aunt ChloeAs the meeting had been held at Uncle Tom?s weekly, for an indefinite length of time, without any more ?cheers,? there seemed some encouragement to hope that a way would be discovered at shop present

?Juniper-berry tea is good for sick-headache,? said Miss Ophelia; ?at least, Auguste, Deacon Abraham Perry?s wife, used to say so; and she was a great nurse ?I?ll have the first juniper-berries that get ripe in our garden by the lake brought in for that special purpose,? said StClare, gravely pulling the bell as he did so; ?meanwhile, cousin, you must be wanting to retire to your apartment, and refresh yourself a little, after your journeyDolph,? he added, ?tell Mammy to come here The decent mulatto woman whom Eva had caressed so rapturously soon entered; she was dressed neatly, with a high red and yellow turban on her head, the recent gift of Eva, and which the child had been arranging on her headClare, ?I put this lady under your care; she is tired, and wants rest; take her to her chamber, and be sure she is made comfortable,? and Miss Ophelia disappeared in the rear of Mammy 1 The Ancient History, ten volumes (1730-1738), by the French historian Charles Rollin (1661-1741) 2 Scott?s Family Bible (1788-1792), edited with notes by the English Biblical commentator, Thomas Scott (1747-1821) 3 The Cerographic Atlas of the United States (1842-1845), by Sidney Edwards Morse (1794-1871), son of the geographer, Jedidiah Morse, and brother of the painter-inventor, Samuel F 4 Recollections of the Ten Years (1826) by Timothy Flint (1780-1840), missionary of Presbyterianism to the trans-Allegheny West Chapter 16 Tom?s Mistress and Her Opinions ?And now, Marie,? said StClare, ?your golden days are dawningHere is our practical, business-like New England cousin, who will take the whole budget of cares off your shoulders, and give you time to refresh yourself, and grow young and handsomeThe ceremony of delivering the keys had better come off forthwith This remark was made at the breakfast-table, a few mornings after Miss Ophelia had arrived ?I?m sure she?s welcome,? said Marie, leaning her head languidly on her hand?I think she?ll find one thing, if she does, and that is, that it?s we mistresses that are the slaves, down here ?O, certainly, she will discover that, and a world of wholesome truths besides, no doubt,? said St ?Talk about our keeping slaves, as if we did it for our convenience,? said Marie?I?m sure, if we consulted that, we might let them all go at once Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mother?s face, with an earnest and perplexed expression, and said, simply, ?What do you keep them for, mamma?? ?I don?t know, I?m sure, except for a plague; they are the plague of my lifeI believe that more of my ill health is caused by them than by any one thing; and ours, I know, are the very worst that ever anybody was plagued with ?O, come, Marie, you?ve got the blues, this morning,? said St?You know ?t isn?t soThere?s Mammy, the best creature living,?what could you do without her?? ?Mammy is the best I ever knew,? said Marie; ?and yet Mammy, now, is selfish?dreadfully selfish; it?s the fault of the whole race ?Selfishness is a dreadful fault,? said St ?Well, now, there?s Mammy,? said Marie, ?I think it?s selfish of her to sleep so sound nights; she knows I need little attentions almost every hour, when my worst turns are on, and yet she?s so hard to wakeI absolutely am worse, this very morning, for the efforts I had to make to wake her last night ?Hasn?t she sat up with you a good many nights, lately, mamma?? said Eva ?How should you know that?? said Marie, sharply; ?she?s been complaining, I suppose ?She didn?t complain; she only told me what bad nights you?d had,?so many in succession ?Why don?t you let Jane or Rosa take her place, a night or two,? said StClare, ?and let her rest?? ?How can you propose it?? said MarieClare, you really are inconsiderateSo nervous as I am, the least breath disturbs me; and a strange hand about me would drive me absolutely franticIf Mammy felt the interest in me she ought to, she?d wake easier,?of course, she wouldI?ve heard of people who had such devoted servants, but it never was my luck;? and Marie sighed Miss Ophelia had listened to this conversation with an air of shrewd, observant gravity; and she still kept her lips tightly compressed, as if determined fully to ascertain her longitude and position, before she committed herself ?Now, Mammy has a sort of goodness,? said Marie; ?she?s smooth and respectful, but she?s selfish at heartNow, she never will be done fidgeting and worrying about that husband of shop hers

Jonathan was a man of much thankfulness, but see, his wife have all the good thingsAnd will you not so much honour me and so help me as to read it for me? Alas! I know not the shorthand By this time my little joke was over, and I was almost ashamedSo I took the typewritten copy from my work basket and handed it to him "Forgive me," I said"I could not help it, but I had been thinking that it was of dear Lucy that you wished to ask, and so that you might not have time to wait, not on my account, but because I know your time must be precious, I have written it out on the typewriter for you He took it and his eyes glistened"You are so good," he said"And may I read it now? I may want to ask you some things when I have read "By all means," I said, "read it over whilst I order lunch, and then you can ask me questions whilst we eat He bowed and settled himself in a chair with his back to the light, and became so absorbed in the papers, whilst I went to see after lunch chiefly in order that he might not be disturbedWhen I came back, I found him walking hurriedly up and down the room, his face all ablaze with excitementHe rushed up to me and took me by both hands "Oh, Madam Mina," he said, "how can I say what I owe to you? This paper is as sunshineIt opens the gate to meI am dazed, I am dazzled, with so much light, and yet clouds roll in behind the light every timeBut that you do not, cannot comprehendOh, but I am grateful to you, you so clever womanMadame," he said this very solemnly, "if ever Abraham Van Helsing can do anything for you or yours, I trust you will let me knowIt will be pleasure and delight if I may serve you as a friend, as a friend, but all I have ever learned, all I can ever do, shall be for you and those you loveThere are darknesses in life, and there are lightsYou are one of the lightsYou will have a happy life and a good life, and your husband will be blessed in you "But, doctor, you praise me too much, and you do not know me "Not know you, I, who am old, and who have studied all my life men and women, I who have made my specialty the brain and all that belongs to him and all that follow from him! And I have read your diary that you have so goodly written for me, and which breathes out truth in every lineI, who have read your so sweet letter to poor Lucy of your marriage and your trust, not know you! Oh, Madam Mina, good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can readAnd we men who wish to know have in us something of angels' eyesYour husband is noble nature, and you are noble too, for you trust, and trust cannot be where there is mean natureAnd your husband, tell me of himIs he quite well? Is all that fever gone, and is he strong and hearty?" I saw here an opening to ask him about Jonathan, so I said, "He was almost recovered, but he has been greatly upset by Mr He interrupted, "Oh, yesI have read your last two letters I went on, "I suppose this upset him, for when we were in town on Thursday last he had a sort of shock "A shock, and after brain fever so soon! That is not goodWhat kind of shock was it?" "He thought he saw some one who recalled something terrible, something which led to his brain fever And here the whole thing seemed to overwhelm me in a rushThe pity for Jonathan, the horror which he experienced, the whole fearful mystery of his diary, and the fear that has been brooding over me ever since, all came in a tumultI suppose I was hysterical, for I threw myself on my knees and held up my hands to him, and implored him to make my husband well againHe took my hands and raised me up, and made me sit on the sofa, and sat by meHe held my hand in his, and said to me with, oh, such infinite sweetness, "My life is a barren and lonely one, and so full of work that I have not had much time for friendships, but since I have been summoned to here by my friend John Seward I have known so many good people and seen such nobility that I feel more than ever, and it has grown with my advancing years, the loneliness of my shop life