Uncle Tom's Cabin (1914 film)

For other adaptations and versions of the work this is based on, see Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Irving Cummings in
Uncle Tom's Cabin
by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Directed by
William Robert Daly

Cast

Irving Cummings		George Harris
Sam Lucas		Uncle Tom
Walter Hitchcock		George Shelby
Teresa Michelena		Eliza
Marie Eline		Eva
Roy Applegate		Simon Legree
Boots Wall		Topsy

Edited and titled
by
Donald I. Buchanan

"With Malice
toward None
"With Charity
for All

Uncle Tom's Cabin
Chapter I
On George Shelby's Plantation

 

THE negroes on Mr. George Shelby's plantation were a happy lot and as the story opens we see them enjoying the freedom allowed them by their

A posse was scouring the countryside for a runaway slave.

$100 reward
The above amount will be paid for the capture of my

Runaway nigger

Jim Vance
Age 21 years: height 5 ft, 8 in, scar on left eye- - scar on right wrist

John Vance,

Fairview Plantation

Jim Vance, the runaway.

Arthur Shelby, a plantation owner and his faithful old servant, Uncle Tom.

Little George Shelby, the idol of his father's heart.

"Land sakes alive, how the little massa am growing."

Eliza, a quadroon, and her little son Harry.

"Here am the mail for Massa Shelby."

My darling Eliza,

Tomorrow I am going to escape with Jim Vance to Canada where I can earn enough to buy you and our Harry from Master Shelby—

(over)

Meet me tonight at the twin oaks at seven. Destroy this.

Your loving husband
George Harris

"Look mammy——I'se a regular sojjer now."

Eliza's husband, George Harris, was a light mulatto who was owned by a neighboring plantation owner.

Irving Cummings.

My financial condition.

Mr Haley has bought the mortgage I hold on your plantation. I'm sure he will be lenient about the balance still due.

It will give me great

Haley, a notorious slave trader.

"My name is Haley—guess you know what I am here for."

"I'se got a penny, I has."

"Take Harry away. We have some very important business to talk over and must not be disturbed."

"Mr. Shelby, I want thet boy and thet nigger you calls Tom. I get 'em both or I'll forclose the mortgage. I'll give you 'till eight to decide."

At the appointed time, George waits for his wife Eliza.

"Oh George—there was a trader talking to Master Shelby———and——he said he wanted to buy our little Harry."

"Mr. Shelby would never sell our boy to a stranger——he is too kind-hearted."

"But this trader threatened Master. I'm afraid he will have his way."

"Watch out—someone is coming!"

"Good bye—when next you hear from me it will as George Harris, the free man—not as George Harris the slave."

"And when I get to Canada, I'll buy you and our boy—your master is kind. I'm sure he won't refuse."

Realizing that he is beaten, Shelby agrees to Haley's demand.

"Massa Shelby done sold you, my lamb—but with the help of him above maybe I can save you."

"I warn you not to mistreat them, or you will have to answer to me!"

"I've paid my debt, now get out!"

George Harris prepares to escape to Canada, while his wife, Eliza, takes desperate measures to save her child.

Eliza bids farewell to Uncle Tom and Chloe.

"I'll put the bloodhounds on her track . . . I'll catch her."

On Eliza's trail.

Tom Loker and Marks the Lawyer.

Ferry
To Ohio Shore
12 Cents

The hazards of floating ice and a swift current do not deter this mother . . . for freedom lies on the other side.

Phineas Fletcher, a Quaker, extends aid to Eliza.

Haley, bitter and disgruntled, returns to take Uncle Tom to New Orleans.

"When I'm a man, I'll buy you back Uncle Tom" . . . "Mr. Haley, there's not one in the world like Uncle Tom."

Master Shelby grieves for his Uncle Tom.

Five Hundred Dollars

 

Capture of Geo. Harris

H

Haley seeks the help of Marks and Loker.

"I'll get Harris and the boy for you if I have to chase them all the way to Canada."

Marks and Loker start on the trail.

"Be careful—someone is coming!"

"George—George!"

"Eliza!—my wife!"

"Hurry—there is not a moment to lose!"

"We must stop them; it is our only chance."

"My God, we have used up all our cartridges!"

A prayer of thankfulness by a free man on free soil.

While on the river boat, to his new home, Uncle Tom preaches the gospel.

Evangeline St. Clair, who was called Little Eva, was a source of constant worriment to her Aunt Ophelia.

Little Eva's father, a wealthy plantation owner, had made a chance acquaintance with Haley.

"Didn't I tell you he was a religious nigger—just listen to him."

"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

"I brought you some fruit. I thought you might like it."

"Evangeline, my pet, what ever can you mean being here—what would your father say?"

"Help! help!"

"My little baby, speak to me!"

Yielding to his daughter's entreaties, St. Clare makes a sudden purchase.

"I'm sure you will find the bill of sale all right——he's a good nigger and I certainly hate to lose him."

"You belong to little Eva's father now——Mr. St. Clare is your new master."

"You shall have good times—papa is good to everybody—and besides, you know you saved my life."

And an the months swiftly pass.

"Sing about that New Jerusalem——please sing it again, Uncle Tom."

"O had I the wings of the morning, I'd fly away to Canaan's shore.Bright angels should convey me home, To the New Jerusalem."

"Look in those clouds. They look like gates of pearl—you can see beyond them—far far off—it's all gold. Please sign about spirits bright."

"I see a band of spirits bright, That taste the glories there.They are all robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear."

Topsy, an orphan whom St. Clare has bought out of pity.

"What's this. You bad naughty wicked child. I think you have been stealing again."

"I never seen that 'ar ribbon——it must have got caught in my sleeve."

"I am sure Topsy didn't really mean to steal."

"Let me talk to her. I'm sure she didn't know what she was doing.

"Come here Topsy——sit down and listen to what I have to say to you."

"Der am no use argufying—she am a little angul."

"Topsy, I love you——you will promise never to steal again."

"Poor little Topsy—why have you had to steal. You are going to be taken good care of now. I'm sure I'd rather give you anything of mine, than have to steal it."

And in the Spring when nature cries for merriment.

"Please promise me before I die dear papa, free Uncle Tom."

"I feel so queer—please call old Uncle Tom. I wish to talk to him."

"An how is the precious little lamb?"

"You must not think badly about this world. I want you to believe that I am happy, and that I am going to a beautiful world where Jesus is."

"I'm going to the spirits bright—in Heaven—to our Savior's home; it is so sweet and peaceful there——it is all so loving there."

"De'se flowers——I plucked 'em fo' Little Eve."

"Just yo' come in, Topsy and give 'em to her. I jest know she'd have it so."

A year later, Mr. St. Clare visits the city, and while attempting to prevent a quarrel, is accidently stabbed.

After the death of St. Clare, Uncle Tom and the slaves are sold.

The Slave Market.

Simon Legree a Northern born slave owner.

"He may be a little old, but he is healthy and is a hard worker."

"I'll bid forty dollars."

"Going—Going—Gone! Sold to Simon Legree for forty dollars."

Starting up the river to Legree's plantation.

Omaha

Cassy, one of Legree's slaves, who acted as his housekeeper.

"God help the poor wretches he is bringing to this hell on earth."

"Look here, Cassy, I want you to take good care of Emmaline——she'll be at the house."

Legree gives a warning.

"Git to your quarters——and remember, I got dogs that has been raised special to track niggers; they'd jest as soon chaw one of ye up as their supper."

"Nigger Tom, I heard St. Clare spoiled you. I'll use those muscles of yours to better advantage."

"You do as I tell ye, bring her in."

In the fields on Legree's plantation.

"You'd better work faster or I'll whip you to death!"

"Yo' must believe in de Blessed Father who watches over us——yo' mustn't go against what He teaches."

"I'm going to teach yuh——standing up for a lazy nigger."

"I hate religious niggers, dam you! Give that boy a hundred lashes or I'll sen you to that New Jerusalem you are always talking about."

"Go ahead, nigger, do as I tell you!"

"You're mine—body and soul—an' you'll do as I say!"

"No! No! My soul ain't your Massa. Yo' might a bought my body but yo' don't own my soul."

"Here, Sambo—bring this dog to his cabin and I'll give him such a beatin' in, as he won't get over this month."

"Stop, you fiend—can't you see he's nearly dead?"

"You mind your business. I own him and Ill treat him like he deserves, the dog."

"Why don't you hit me, 'stead of poor old Tom."

"I'll fix you for this——jest you wait!"

And on the following day.

"I warned you—now I'm going to have Emmaline for my housekeeper; you can go to work in the fields."

"You heard what I said, get out in the fields!"

"Legree will never make that girl the thing he made me. Tonight we'll find freedom, or a grave in the swamps."

Late that afternoon.

"Don't you bother with me. Sambo will whip you for even noticing me."

"Poor Uncle Tom——you must be so weak."

"I'd rather die a thousand deaths than be Legree's housekeeper!"

"Massa seem to hev' had a bit more than usual—let's help him."

"I hope he does it agin'—dis am sure a good smoke."

"Dar de go—we must git de bloodhounds!"

True to his promise, George Shelby, now grown to manhood, seeks news of Uncle Tom.

"Can you tell me where I can find Uncle Tom?"

"We heard Tom was bought by Simon Legree. He lives down on the Red River."

"I promised I'd save him and I will!"

"Tell me where they went or I'll break every bone in your black body!"

The arrival of George Shelby at Legree's landing.

"Thar they go! I'll catch them, and when I do I'll skin 'em alive!"

"Wait until they taste of this whip——they'll learn to mind Simon Legree!"

Sympathy for the poor old slave, creates a desire for swift revenge in the heart of the boy whom Uncle Tom refused to whip.

With his heart crying vengeance.

"Young Massa George Shelby has come! The Lawd has given me the victory. Glory be to His name! I die content to know you all did not forget old Uncle Tom."

Peace at last.

"I am resolved, dear God, that I will never own another slave! That Uncle Tom's Cabin will be a constant reminder and will serve as a symbol of the freedom they deserve, by following in his steps, an honest and faithful Christian."

In Memory
of
Uncle Tom