Up from Slavery: An AutobiographyWashington, Booker T.
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Up from Slavery: An Autobiography
Washington, Booker T.
African Americans -- Biography; Educators -- United States -- Biography; Tuskegee Institute; Washington, Booker T., 1856-1915
I must have walked the streets till after midnight. At last I became so
exhausted that I could walk no longer. I was tired, I was hungry, I was
everything but discouraged. Just about the time when I reached extreme
physical exhaustion, I came upon a portion of a street where the board
sidewalk was considerably elevated. I waited for a few minutes, till I
was sure that no passers-by could see me, and then crept under the
sidewalk and lay for the night upon the ground, with my satchel of
clothing for a pillow. Nearly all night I could hear the tramp of feet
over my head. The next morning I found myself somewhat refreshed, but I
was extremely hungry, because it had been a long time since I had had
sufficient food. As soon as it became light enough for me to see my
surroundings I noticed that I was near a large ship, and that this ship
seemed to be unloading a cargo of pig iron. I went at once to the
vessel and asked the captain to permit me to help unload the vessel in
order to get money for food. The captain, a white man, who seemed to be
kind-hearted, consented. I worked long enough to earn money for my
breakfast, and it seems to me, as I remember it now, to have been about
the best breakfast that I have ever eaten.
My work pleased the captain so well that he told me if I desired I
could continue working for a small amount per day. This I was very glad
to do. I continued working on this vessel for a number of days. After
buying food with the small wages I received there was not much left to
add on the amount I must get to pay my way to Hampton. In order to
economize in every way possible, so as to be sure to reach Hampton in a
reasonable time, I continued to sleep under the same sidewalk that gave
me shelter the first night I was in Richmond. Many years after that the
coloured citizens of Richmond very kindly tendered me a reception at
which there must have been two thousand people present. This reception
was held not far from the spot where I slept the first night I spent in
the city, and I must confess that my mind was more upon the sidewalk
that first gave me shelter than upon the recognition, agreeable and
cordial as it was.
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