While I was in charge of the Indian boys at Hampton, I had one or two experiences which illustrate the curious workings of caste in America.  One of the Indian boys was taken ill, and it became my duty to take him to Washington, deliver him over to the Secretary of the Interior, and get a receipt for him, in order that he might be returned to his Western reservation.  At that time I was rather ignorant of the ways of the world.  During my journey to Washington, on a steamboat, when the bell rang for dinner, I was careful to wait and not enter the dining room until after the greater part of the passengers had finished their meal.  Then, with my charge, I went to the dining saloon.  The man in charge politely informed me that the Indian could be served, but that I could not.  I never could understand how he knew just where to draw the colour line, since the Indian and I were of about the same complexion.  The steward, however, seemed to be an expert in this manner.  I had been directed by the authorities at Hampton to stop at a certain hotel in Washington with my charge, but when I went to this hotel the clerk stated that he would be glad to receive the Indian into the house, but said that he could not accommodate me.

An illustration of something of this same feeling came under my observation afterward.  I happened to find myself in a town in which so much excitement and indignation were being expressed that it seemed likely for a time that there would be a lynching.  The occasion of the trouble was that a dark-skinned man had stopped at the local hotel.  Investigation, however, developed the fact that this individual was a citizen of Morocco, and that while travelling in this country he spoke the English language.  As soon as it was learned that he was not an American Negro, all the signs of indignation disappeared.  The man who was the innocent cause of the excitement, though, found it prudent after that not to speak English.

At the end of my first year with the Indians there came another opening for me at Hampton, which, as I look back over my life now, seems to have come providentially, to help to prepare me for my work at Tuskegee later.  General Armstrong had found out that there was quite a number of young coloured men and women who were intensely in earnest in wishing to get an education, but who were prevented from entering Hampton Institute because they were too poor to be able to pay any portion of the cost of their board, or even to supply themselves with books.  He conceived the idea of starting a night-school in connection with the Institute, into which a limited number of the most promising of these young men and women would be received, on condition that they were to work for ten hours during the day, and attend school for two hours at night.  They were to be paid something above the cost of their board for their work.  The greater part of their earnings was to be reserved in the school’s treasury as a fund to be drawn on to pay their board when they had become students in the day-school, after they had spent one or two years in the night-school.  In this way they would obtain a start in their books and a knowledge of some trade or industry, in addition to the other far-reaching benefits of the institution.