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cotton and corn have ceased to be kings, oftentimes they are more like beggars. Thus it came to pass that this noble plantation became the property of a benevolent lady in Brooklyn, N. Y., who made it a splendid gift to the Association, with sufficient money to build the fine brick building which stands in the center of this great farm, the beginning of the "Joseph K. Brick Normal, Agricultural, and Industrial School."
Is it needed? We will say it is when we have acquainted ourselves with the condition of the colored people in these parts. I know not what could have been their condition in slavery. Except for the buying and the selling, it could not have been worse than we find it here to-day. Rags, ignorance, poverty, and degradation indescribable are in the cabins. Have the children been taught in any school? No. Can the parents read? No. Shall we find a Bible in the cabins? No. Weak, wicked, and absolutely poor, in dumb and stolid content with animalism and dirt, here families are herding like cattle, in windowless and miserable cabins of one room. The children who fail to receive the benignity of death grow up here and exist and suffer in this dreadful life. Yet we can ride by this plantation and in sight of it any day on our way to Florida, and never see what is so near. Nevertheless, here it is a reality much worse than it reads, for ten times one are ten and ten times ten are one hundred.
In such environment and conditions is our "Agricultural and Industrial School" now half way through its first year.
[[Illustration: PRINCIPAL T. S. INBORDEN.]]
PRINCIPAL T. S. INBORDEN.
If the principal of it should tell the story of his life, how he walked eight miles every day for three months of the year to learn to read and write; how he worked for 20 cents a day to raise enough money to get away from his limitations for an education; how he became bell-boy at a hotel until he earned enough to buy a grammar, an arithmetic, and a dictionary; how he found himself at last at Fisk University with $1.25 with which to continue his studies for eight years before he could graduate; how he worked his patient way along teaching in vacation, pulling himself up hand over hand, it would pay one to stay over a day for it. There were only a few times during the eight years in Fisk when he had money enough to stamp a half dozen letters at once. This story, however, differs only in its incidents from that of other students at all of our colleges. The story of their struggles is the story of their strength.
"Shock and strain and struggle are Friendlier than the smiling days."
All of the teachers at Enfield are graduates of Fisk University, and they each have their own story how heavy-weighted with poverty, they kept "inching along" with a resolute faith that had divinity in it. Are they not the very ones to help upward the poor boys and girls about them who, until this year of grace, never had one chance in life, and never dreamed of one? We will keep our eyes on the school at Enfield.
[[Illustration: YOUNG MEN'S HALL, ENFIELD, N.C.]]
YOUNG MEN'S HALL, ENFIELD, N.C.
Next accompany me to Beaufort, N. C.. It is a place to visit. After we have gone as far as the land holds out, we set sail for a queer little town as far into the sea as it could get; but when once we have arrived there we are repaid for any temporary discomfort on the waters. We find at Beaufort, "Washburn Seminary" with its excellent industrial plant--a school of much merit--and a church that gives us who are watching and caring for churches through their weaknesses and doubtful times, much encouragement. A few years ago it was a question if the church would survive. Now it lives and stands for not a little and has strength of its own. Here, at the time of our visit, a young man, whose only educational privileges had been those of "Washburn Seminary," preached his first sermon to a congregation which crowded the church. It was a most creditable discourse in method, matter, and manner. The best of it is that, among those who have always known him, there is the common testimony that the young preacher lives his faith. Such incidents as this are not singular in the history of our schools and churches, but they are significant. They represent the evolution that is going on.
Of our visits at Wilmington, Greenwood, Athens and Marietta, Atlanta and Anniston, we make no record.
We will come to Talladega. President DeForest, with his hearty grip and whole-souled voice, gave me good welcome to