. Highways and byways of the South. onely in the thin woods on the outermostborders of the village—a brown, rickety barn of astructure that looked utterly uncared for and aban-doned. I could have wept when I saw its melancholyinterior — the shaky floor, the glassless window open-ings closed by board shutters, the cracks in the wallsand roof, and the broken benches and desks. As inthe negro cabins, there was no plastering or sheathingor ceiling. In one corner was a small blackboard, andnear this a rude table for the teacher, that was fencedin with a slight railing. Abraham sat on the teachersta
. Highways and byways of the South. onely in the thin woods on the outermostborders of the village—a brown, rickety barn of astructure that looked utterly uncared for and aban-doned. I could have wept when I saw its melancholyinterior — the shaky floor, the glassless window open-ings closed by board shutters, the cracks in the wallsand roof, and the broken benches and desks. As inthe negro cabins, there was no plastering or sheathingor ceiling. In one corner was a small blackboard, andnear this a rude table for the teacher, that was fencedin with a slight railing. Abraham sat on the teacherstable and dangled his heels. Jerry hunted for bits ofchalk to use on the blackboard and walls. Two orthree smaller children wandered in while we were Way down upon the Suwanee River 43 there, and walked about very quietly until one ofthem suddenly disappeared and set up a frightenedyelling. I ran to learn the cause of the trouble, andfound the youngster had stepped on a broken boardand fallen halfway through the floor. We rescued. The Colored Peoples Schoolhouse him, and Jerry put his hands over the little fellowsmouth and hushed his outcries. This incident onlyserved to add to the pathos of the situation — suchdiscomforts and so few advantages! I could notfancy that the children who attended school herecould gather more than the merest crumbs of aneducation. 44 Highways and Byways of the South Not far away, in the brushy borders of the pineywoods, was the negro graveyard. A few bits ofboards were set up at the head and foot of the newestgraves, but the rest were wholly unmarked, and timehad obliterated all signs of where they had been. Aswe approached we saw a dog among the graves gnaw-ing a bone, and the effect was grewsome, though thebone was not human. My paw buried thar, said Jerry, and then, point-ing to Abraham, he added, Dis boy paw ain* buriedyet. I wondered, as I turned away, whether this coloredschoolhouse and graveyard could be at all experience le
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