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He was sold from them before he could remember . He can read a little . He used to take lessons from a white gardener in Virginia . He would go between the hours of 9 P.M. and 4 A.M. . He got a book of his own , tore it up , greased the pages , and hid them in his hat . Then if his master had ever knocked his hat off he would have thought them greasy papers , and not that Tom was carrying his library on his head . I had another friend who lived near us .