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It can buy a house, but not a home.It can buy a bed, but not sleep.It can buy a clock, but not time.It can buy you a book, but not knowledge.It can buy you a position, but not respect.It can buy you medicine, but not health.It can buy you blood, but not life.It can buy you sex, but not love.
Act 1: Giles first brings up his suspicions that Martha's bookishness is somehow causing him to falter at his prayers (despite the fact that he only started regularly going to church when he married her, and so "it didn't take much to make him stumble over [his prayers]" (p. 38).
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PREFACE THIS volume is the outgrowth of a series ofarticles, dealing with incidents in my life, whichwere published consecutively in the Outlook. Whilethey were appearing in that magazine I was constantly surprised at the number of requests whichcame to me from all parts of the country, askingthat the articles be permanently preserved in bookform. I am most grateful to the Outlook for permission to gratify these requests.
I had no schooling whatever while I was a slave,though I remember on several occasions I went as Page 7far as the schoolhouse door with one of my youngmistresses to carry her books. The picture ofseveral dozen boys and girls in a schoolroom engagedin study made a deep impression upon me,and I had the feeling that to get into a schoolhouseand study in this way would be about thesame as getting into paradise.
So far as I can now recall, the first knowledgethat I got of the fact that we were slaves, and thatfreedom of the slaves was being discussed, was earlyone morning before day, when I was awakened bymy mother kneeling over her children and fervently praying that Lincoln and his armies mightbe successful, and that one day she and herchildren might be free. In this connection I havenever been able to understand how the slavesthroughout the South, completely ignorant as werethe masses so far as books or newspapers wereconcerned, were able to keep themselves so accuratelyand completely informed about the great Nationalquestions that were agitating the country. Fromthe time that Garrison, Lovejoy, and others beganto agitate for freedom, the slaves throughout theSouth kept in close touch with the progress of themovement. Though I was a mere child during thepreparation for the Civil War and during thewar itself, I now recall the many late-at-night Page 8whispered discussions that I heard my mother andthe other slaves on the plantation indulge in.These discussions showed that they understood thesituation, and that they kept themselves informedof events by what was termed the "grape-vine"telegraph.
Ever since I have been old enough to think formyself, I have entertained the idea that, notwithstandingthe cruel wrongs inflicted upon us, theblack man got nearly as much out of slavery asthe white man did. The hurtful influences of theinstitution were not by any means confined to theNegro. This was fully illustrated by the life uponour own plantation. The whole machinery ofslavery was so constructed as to cause labour, as arule, to be looked upon as a badge of degradation,of inferiority. Hence labour was something thatboth races on the slave plantation sought to escape.The slave system on our place, in a large measure, took the spirit of self-reliance and self-help out ofthe white people. My old master had many boysand girls, but not one, so far as I know, ever mastered Page 18a single trade or special line of productiveindustry. The girls were not taught to cook, sew,or to take care of the house. All of this was leftto the slaves. The slaves, of course, had little personal interest in the life of the plantation, and their ignorance prevented them from learning how to dothings in the most improved and thorough manner.As a result of the system, fences were out of repair,gates were hanging half off the hinges, doorscreaked, window-panes were out, plastering hadfallen but was not replaced, weeds grew in theyard. As a rule, there was food for whites andblacks, but inside the house, and on the diningroom table, there was wanting that delicacy andrefinement of touch and finish which can make ahome the most convenient, comfortable, and attractiveplace in the world. Withal there was a wasteof food and other materials which was sad. Whenfreedom came, the slaves were almost as well fittedto begin life anew as the master, except in thematter of book-learning and ownership of property.The slave owner and his sons had mastered nospecial industry. They unconsciously had imbibedthe feeling that manual labour was not the properthing for them. On the other hand, the slaves,in many cases, had mastered some handicraft, andnone were ashamed, and few unwilling, to labour.
The first thing I ever learned in the way of bookknowledge was while working in this salt-furnace.Each salt-packer had his barrels marked with a certainnumber. The number allotted to my stepfatherwas "18." At the close of the day's work Page 27the boss of the packers would come around and put"18" on each of our barrels, and I soon learned torecognize that figure wherever I saw it, and after awhile got to the point where I could make that figurethough I knew nothing about any other figuresor letters.
From the time that I can remember having anythoughts about anything, I recall that I had anintense longing to learn to read. I determined, whenquite a small child, that, if I accomplished nothingelse in life, I would in some way get enough educationto enable me to read common books and newspapers.Soon after we got settled in some mannerin our new cabin in West Virginia, I induced mymother to get hold of a book for me. How orwhere she got it I do not know, but in some wayshe procured an old copy of Webster's "blue-back"spelling-book, which contained the alphabet, followedby such meaningless words as "ab," "ba," "ca,""da." I began at once to devour this book, and Ithink that it was the first one I ever had in myhands. I had learned from somebody that the wayto begin to read was to learn the alphabet, so I triedin all the ways I could think of to learn it, - all ofcourse without a teacher, for I could find no one toteach me. At that time there was not a singlemember of my race anywhere near us who could read, Page 28and I was too timid to approach any of the whitepeople. In some way, within a few weeks, Imastered the greater portion of the alphabet. In allmy efforts to learn to read my mother shared fullmy ambition, and sympathized with me and aidedme in every way that she could. Though she wastotally ignorant, so far as mere book knowledge wasconcerned, she had high ambitions for her children,and a large fund of good hard, common sensewhich seemed to enable her to meet and masterevery situation. If I have done anything in lifeworth attention, I feel sure that I inherited thedisposition from my mother.
This experience of a whole race beginning to goto school for the first time, presents one of the mostinteresting studies that has ever occurred in connectionwith the development of any race. Few peoplewho were not right in the midst of the scenes Page 30can form any exact idea of the intense desire whichthe people of my race showed for an education. AsI have stated, it was a whole race trying to go toschool. Few were too young, and none too old, tomake the attempt to learn. As fast as any kind ofteachers could be secured, not only were day-schoolsfilled, but night-schools as well. The greatambition of the older people was to try to learn to readthe Bible before they died. With this end in view,men and women who were fifty or seventy-five yearsold would often be found in the night-school.Sunday-schools were formed soon after freedom, but theprincipal book studied in the Sunday-school was thespelling-book. Day-school, night-school, Sunday-school,were always crowded, and often many had to beturned away for want of room.
From fearing Mrs. Ruffner I soon learned tolook upon her as one of my best friends. Whenshe found that she could trust me she did soimplicitly. During the one or two winters that at I waswith her she gave me an opportunity to go to Page 45school for an hour in the day during a portion ofthe winter months, but most of my studying wasdone at night, sometimes alone, sometimes undersome one whom I could hire to teach me. Mrs.Ruffner always encouraged and sympathized withme in all my efforts to get an education. It waswhile living with her that I began to get together myfirst library. I secured a dry-goods box, knocked outone side of it, put some shelves in it, and beganputting into it every kind of book that I could getmy hands upon, and called it my "library."
It has been my fortune to meet personally manyof what are called great characters, both in Europeand America, but I do not hesitate to say that Inever met any man who, in my estimation, wasthe equal of General Armstrong. Fresh from thedegrading influences of the slave plantation and thecoal-mines, it was a rare privilege for me to be Page 55permitted to come into direct contact with such acharacter as General Armstrong. I shall alwaysremember that the first time I went into his presencehe made the impression upon me of being a perfectman: I was made to feel that there was somethingabout him that was superhuman. It was my privilegeto know the General personally from the timeI entered Hampton till he died, and the more I sawof him the greater he grew in my estimation. Onemight have removed from Hampton all the buildings,class-rooms, teachers, and industries, and giventhe men and women there the opportunity of cominginto daily contact with General Armstrong, and thatalone would have been a liberal education. Theolder I grow, the more I am convinced that there isno education which one can get from andcostly apparatus that is equal to that which can begotten from contact with great men and women.Instead of studying books so constantly, how I wishthat our schools and colleges might learn to studymen and things! 2b1af7f3a8