Looking back on a blog post of recent yesteryear (and bringing it over from the old website for further reference):Recently spent some time on the road with "Uncle Tom's Cabin" by Harriet Beecher Stowe. Once I got through the first paragraph of dialect/language in it's challenging-to-understand printed form, I loved it!
A quote from p. 158:
"Is is strange then that some tears fall on the pages of his Bible, as he lays it on the cotton bale, and with patient finger, threading his slow way from word to word, traces out its promises? Having learned late in life, Tom was but a slow reader, and passed on laboriously from verse to verse. Fortunate for him was it that the book he was intent on was one which slow reading cannot injure, - nay one whose words, like ingots of gold, seem often to need to be weighed separately, that the mind may take in their priceless value. Let us follow him a moment, as, pointing to each word, and pronouncing each half aloud, he reads, - 'Let - not -your - heart - be - troubled. In - my - Father's - house - are - many - mansions. I - go - to - prepare - a - place - for - you.'"
