Stories of Achievement, Volume III, Orators and Reformers
History
Stories of Achievement, Volume III, Orators and Reformers
Biography; Success
In the fall of 1872 I determined to make an effort to get there,
although, as I have stated, I had no definite idea of the direction in
which Hampton was, or of what it would cost to go there. I do not
think that any one thoroughly sympathized with me in my ambition to go
to Hampton unless it was my mother, and she was troubled with a grave
fear that I was starting out on a "wild-goose chase." At any rate, I
got only a half-hearted consent from her that I might start. The small
amount of money that I had earned had been consumed by my stepfather
and the remainder of the family, with the exception of a very few
dollars, and so I had very little with which to buy clothes and pay my
travelling expenses. . . .
Finally the great day came, and I started for Hampton. I had only a
small, cheap satchel that contained what few articles of clothing I
could get. My mother at the time was rather weak and broken in health.
I hardly expected to see her again, and thus our parting was all the
more sad. She, however, was very brave through it all. At that time
there were no through trains connecting that part of West Virginia with
eastern Virginia. Trains ran only a portion of the way, and the
remainder of the distance was travelled by stage-coaches.
The distance from Maiden to Hampton is about five hundred miles. I had
not been away from home many hours before it began to grow painfully
evident that I did not have enough money to pay my fare to
Hampton. . . .
By walking, begging rides both in wagons and in the cars, in some way,
after a number of days, I reached the city of Richmond, Virginia, about
eighty-two miles from Hampton. When I reached there, tired, hungry,
and dirty; it was late in the night. I had never been in a large city
before, and this rather added to my misery. When I reached Richmond I
was completely out of money. I had not a single acquaintance in the
place, and, being unused to city ways, I did not know where to go. I
applied at several places for lodging, but they all wanted money, and
that was what I did not have. Knowing nothing else better to do, I
walked the streets. In doing this I passed by many food-stands where
fried chicken and half-moon apple pies were piled high and made to
present a most tempting appearance. At that time it seemed to me that
I would have promised all that I expected to possess in the future to
have gotten hold of one of those chicken legs or one of those pies.
But I could not get either of these, nor anything else to eat.
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