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only refused to give me the letter, but colored Congregational church in Montadvised me most earnestly to go back gomery, Ala. Before going to Montgomhome at once, and not make any attemptery to look for someone to preach this to get money, for he was quite sure that sermon, I had never heard of Mr. BedI would never get more than enough to ford. He had never heard of me. He pay my traveling expenses. I thanked gladly consented to come to Tuskegee him for his advice, and proceeded on my and hold the Thanksgiving service. It journey.

was the first service of the kind that the The first place I went to, in the North, colored people there had ever observed, was Northampton. Mass., where I spent and what a deep interest they manifested nearly a half-day in looking for a colored in it! The sight of the new building family with whom I could board, never made it a day of Thanksgiving for them dreaming that any hotel would admit me. never to be forgotten.


THE TUSKEGEE INSTITUTE CHURCH Built by the students. The bricks for this building were made by the students at the Tuskegee brick-yard shown on the

opposite page. I was greatly surprised when I found that Mr. Bedford consented to become one I would have no trouble in being accom- of the trustees of the school, and in that modated at a hotel.

capacity, and as a worker for it, he has We were successful in getting money been connected with it for eighteen years. enough so that on Thanksgiving Day of During this time he has borne the school that year we held our first service in the upon his heart night and day, and is never chapel of Porter Hall, although the build- so happy as when he is performing some ing was not completed.

service, no matter how humble, for it. In looking about for some one to preach He completely obliterates himself in the Thanksgiving sermon, I found one of everything, and looks only for permission the rarest men that it has ever been my to serve where service is most disagreeprivilege to know. This was the Rev. able, and where others would not be Robert C. Bedford, a white man from attracted. In all my relations with him Wisconsin, who was then pastor of a little he has seemed to me to approach as


GIRLS' CLASS IN MARKET GARDENING, TUSKEGEE nearly to the spirit of the Master as almost that has kept the school in good condition any man I ever met.

no matter how long I have been absent A little later there came into the service from it. During all the financial stress of the school another man, quite young at through which the school has passed, his the time and fresh from Hampton, with patience and faith in our ultimate success out whose service the school never could have not left him. have become what it is. This was Mr. As soon as our first building was near Warren Logan, who now for seventeen enough to completion so that we could years has been the treasurer of the Insti- occupy a portion of it—which was near tute, and the acting principal during my the middle of the second year of the absence. He has always shown a degree school—we opened a boarding departof unselfishness and an amount of busi- ment. Students had begun coming from ness tact, coupled with a clear judgment, quite a distance, and in such increasing

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numbers that we felt more and more that No one connected with the boarding we were merely skimming over the sur- department seemed to have any idea that face, in that we were not getting hold of meals must be served at certain fixed and the students in their home life.

regular hours, and this was a source of We had nothing but the students and great worry. Everything was so out of their appetites with which to begin a joint and so inconvenient that I feel safe boarding department. No provision had in saying that for the first two weeks somebeen made in the new building for a thing was wrong at every meal. Either kitchen and dining-room; but we discov- the meat was not done or had been burnt, ered that by digging out a large amount or the salt had been left out of the bread, of earth from under the building we could or the tea had been forgotten. make a partially lighted basement room E arly one morning I was standing near that could be used

the dining-room door for a kitchen and

listening to the comdining-room. Again

plaints of the stuI called on the stu

dents. The comdents to volunteer

plaints that morning for work, this time to

were especially emassist in digging out

phatic and numerthe basement. This

ous, because the they did, and in a few

whole breakfast had weeks we had a place

been a failure. One to cook and eat in,

of the girls who had although it was very

failed to get any rough and uncom

breakfast came out fortable. Any one

and went to the well seeing the place now

to draw some water would never believe

to drink to take the that it was once used

place of the breakfor a dining-room.

fast which she had The most serious

not been able to get. problem, though, was

When she reached the to get the boarding

well, she found that department started

the rope was broken off in running order,

and that she could with nothing to do

get no water. She with in the way of

turned from the well furniture, and with

and said, in the most no money with which

discouraged tone, not to buy anything.

knowing that I was The merchants in OLIVIA DAVIDSON WASHINGTON

where I could hear the town would let Who sacrificed her life in hard work assisting in the her: “We can't even us have what food foundation of Tuskegee Institute

get water to drink at we wanted on credit. In fact, in those this school." I think no one remark ever earlier years I was constantly embar- came so near discouraging me as that one. rassed because people seemed to have At another time, when Mr. Bedfordmore faith in me than I had in myself. whom I have already spoken of as one of It was pretty hard to cook, however, with our trustees, and a devoted friend of the out stoves, and awkward to eat without institution—was visiting the school, a beddishes. At first the cooking was done out room immediately over the dining-room of-doors, in the old-fashioned, primitive was given to him. Early in the morning style, in pots and skillets placed over a he was awakened by a rather animated fire. Some of the carpenters' benches discussion between two boys in the diningthat had been used in the construction of room below. The discussion was over the building were utilized for tables. As for the question as to whose turn it was to dishes, there were too few to make it worth use the coffee-cup that morning. One while to spend time in describing them. boy won the case by proving that for three mornings he had not had an opportunity think, to start off on a foundation which to use the cup at all.

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one has made for one's self. But gradually, by patience and hard When our old students return to Tuskework, we brought order out of chaos, just gee now, as they often do, and go into as will be true of any problem if we stick our large, beautiful, well-ventilated, and to it with patience and wisdom and ear- well-lighted dining-room, and see temptnest effort.

ing, well-cooked food-largely grown by As I look back now over that part of the students themselves—and see tables, our struggle, I am glad that we had it. neat tablecloths and napkins, and vases I am glad that we endured all those dis- of flowers upon the tables, and hear singcomforts and inconveniences. I am glad ing birds, and note that each meal is that our students had to dig out the place served exactly upon the minute, with no for their kitchen and dining-room. I am disorder, and with almost no complaint glad that our first boarding-place was in coming from the hundreds that now fill that dismal, ill-lighted, and damp base- our dining-room, they, too, often say to ment. Had we started in a fine, attract- me that they are glad that we started as we ive, convenient room, I fear we would did, and built ourselves up year by year, have“ lost our heads” and become by a slow and natural process of growth. “ stuck up." It means a great deal, I


Pocahontas in England

By Sara King Wiley
HE larks are in the azure air,

Trilling a-wing,

And cuckoos in some deep-embowered lair,
Their dull and plaintive beat
Waveringly repeat,
While bloomy May scents every breeze with spring!
But she, with listless mien,
Through lanes o'erdrooped with green,
By rose-hung lodge and ivied hedge goes wandering.
The sunset gold is in the little rill
That by the square church-tower slips, glassy still,
A mirror for the dark and writhen yew;
Far, sweetly chiming bells the curfew ring,
The red-roofed village sleeps below the hill,
And off against the blue
A ruined abbey rears a gray-arched nave
By fronded columns tall,
And through the shadowed cloisters, cool and grave,
A group of shouting school-boys play at ball.
She sees, not with her eyes, but with her heart,
The stalking braves, the peaked wigwams brown,
The pine fire's ruddy smoke; and slow tears start
And on her unmoved Indian face slip down.
Her spirit seeks the wild, wide woods,
Sweet with the scents of fall,
Where whirring partridge chase their broods,
And in the golden scarlet solitudes
The chipmunks call.
Hark, the great deer's crashing his fierce way!
The milk-white birches bend, the maples break,

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