On teaching ex-slaves:

I shall dwell again among "mine own people." I shall gather my scholars about me, and see smiles of greeting break over their dusky faces. My heart sings a song of thanksgiving, at the thought that even I am permitted to do something for a long-abused race.


Life on the Sea Islands


I shall dwell again among mine own people. I shall gather my scholars about me, and see smiles of greeting break over their dusky faces. My heart...

I shall dwell again among mine own people. I shall gather my scholars about me, and see smiles of greeting break over their dusky faces. My heart...

I shall dwell again among mine own people. I shall gather my scholars about me, and see smiles of greeting break over their dusky faces. My heart...

I shall dwell again among mine own people. I shall gather my scholars about me, and see smiles of greeting break over their dusky faces. My heart...