[Illustration: A COTTON PLANTATION.] “Prof. Foster (colored) and his wife, formerly of Little Rock, have just closed a nine months’ school at the brick school-house in the northeast part of Fayetteville. They were at first employed by our school directors to teach a three months’ school for the colored portion of our district, but they continued to teach six months longer for a very small consideration paid them by the patrons of the school and the American Missionary Association. The examination exercises closed Thursday night with a public exhibition. The school room was neat and clean and gorgeously decorated with festoons and wreaths of evergreens and flowers, and the house filled with an appreciative audience, the best of order prevailed, and your correspondent was delighted with the evidences of improvement in the manner and conduct of all who had been so fortunate as to be under the influence and training of Prof. Foster and his accomplished assistant, Mrs. Foster.” * * * * * THE INDIANS. * * * * * TESTIMONY OF AN INDIAN AGENT. [Major Gassman, who was formerly engaged in the ministry at Omaha, Nebraska, but who now is serving as Indian agent in Dakota, recently paid a visit to Hampton, where he gave to the students an interesting account of his experience in Indian work, which was published in the _Southern Workman_, and from which we make the following extracts.—ED.] I went to my post with fear and trembling. I had had no experience, no business experience, or any but in the ministry; but I was sure of one thing, that good, honest, persistent effort would bring good results. I had heard about many of the iniquities and shortcomings of agents. My friends warned me against the position. I knew that the name of Indian agent had become almost a synonym of rascal or cheat. I felt, however, that it was a position a man could fill with honesty and integrity and good results. So I went to work.