American National Red Cross; Red Cross and Red Crescent
It was a sunny autumn day when our party crossed over the ferry and
landed on the sandy beach of Coosaw, and took our pathways through the
clumps of shrubs and trees, basking in the sunshine, but ripening and
reddening with the dying year. Soon groups of women commenced to appear
from the by paths and the little trails on either side, dressed in the
best we had given them, and traveled on with cheery faces, full of
expectation.
After a journey of perhaps two miles, the little "ractified" church came
in sight, or rather would have come in sight but for the crowd of people
gathered about it. The entrance was politely held clear for us. The
little edifice, which would seat with its gallery perhaps two hundred
persons, was packed with a waiting audience. The platform and desk had
been reserved for the "extinguished visitors," and we took our places.
The entire space filled and echoed with the sweet, plaintive melody that
the negro voice alone can give. This was followed by earnest prayer by
the pastor; then a little speech of welcome by the elder, and we were
introduced to our audience. And, who could ask a more attentive or
sympathetic audience than this! The president, who has addressed some
bodies of people, never stood before one that she enjoyed or honored
more. Here was the simplicity of nature, the earnestness of truth, the
innate trust in the love and care of the living God of Heaven that even
its winds and waves could not shake, and the glorious spirit of
resignation that could suffer and be glad, if not strong.
But to business. The situation was fully explained to them, and they
were told that in spite of all we had for them, they alone could
comfortably clothe themselves through the winter. Then the plan of a
well arranged sewing society, with its constitution, laws, officers and
regulations was explained, and their approval and co-operation asked. On
a unanimous assent, they were required to select twenty-five women from
among them, who should retire for twenty minutes and discuss the
subject among themselves, selecting their chief officers, and so far as
possible, give us the points of their organization.
In the body of women that rose and retired for consultation one saw good
ground for hope of success. A part were the strong, matronly women,
whose childhood and youth had been passed in the service of the
hospitable home of the master in the old days of elegant luxury "'fo de
wa'," and who needed no one to teach them courtesy or what belonged to a
family household; others were sewing girls, some of whom had partially
learned trades, and a few were teachers, for the great majority of the
children of ten years and upwards on these islands had been taught to
read. These women needed only the proper instruction, encouragement, the
way opened for them, the suitable material distributed, and the liberty
of action and conscience, with no patronage or politics invading their
premises.
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