no, not if you are with me,” she said.  I saw several white nurses go with their ladies, and I ventured to do the same.  We were at the extreme end of the table.  I was no sooner seated, than a gruff voice said, “Get up!  You know you are not allowed to sit here.”  I looked up, and, to my astonishment and indignation, saw that the speaker was a colored man.  If his office required him to enforce the by-laws of the boat, he might, at least, have done it politely.  I replied, “I shall not get up, unless the captain comes and takes me up.”  No cup of tea was offered me, but Mrs. Bruce handed me hers and called for another.  I looked to see whether the other nurses were treated in a similar manner.  They were all properly waited on.

Next morning, when we stopped at Troy for breakfast, every body was making a rush for the table.  Mrs. Bruce said, “Take my arm, Linda, and we’ll go in together.”  The landlord heard her, and said, “Madam, will you allow your nurse and baby to take breakfast with my family?” I knew this was to be attributed to my complexion; but he spoke courteously, and therefore I did not mind it.

At Saratoga we found the United States Hotel crowded, and Mr. Bruce took one of the cottages belonging to the hotel.  I had thought, with gladness, of going to the quiet of the country, where I should meet few people, but here I found myself in the midst of a swarm of Southerners.  I looked round me with fear and trembling, dreading to see some one who would recognize me.  I was rejoiced to find that we were to stay but a short time.

We soon returned to New York, to make arrangements for spending the remainder of the summer at Rockaway.  While the laundress was putting the clothes in order, I took an opportunity to go over to Brooklyn to see Ellen.  I met her going to a grocery store, and the first words she said, were, “O, mother, don’t go to Mrs. Hobbs’s.  Her brother, Mr. Thorne, has come from the south, and may be he’ll tell where you are.”  I accepted the warning.  I told her I was going away with Mrs. Bruce the next day, and would try to see her when I came back.

Being in servitude to the Anglo-Saxon race, I was not put into a “Jim Crow car,” on our way to Rockaway, neither was I invited to ride through the streets on the top of trunks in a truck; but every where I found the same manifestations of that cruel prejudice, which so discourages the feelings, and represses the energies of the colored people.  We reached Rockaway before dark, and put up at the Pavilion—­a large hotel, beautifully situated by the sea-side—­a great resort of the fashionable world.  Thirty or forty nurses were there, of a great variety of nations.  Some of the ladies had colored waiting-maids and coachmen, but I was the only nurse tinged with the blood of Africa.  When the tea bell rang, I took little Mary and followed the other nurses.  Supper was served in a long hall.  A young man, who had the ordering of things,