In looking about for some one to preach the Thanksgiving sermon, I found one of the rarest men that it has ever been my privilege to know.  This was the Rev. Robert C. Bedford, a white man from Wisconsin, who was then pastor of a little coloured Congregational church in Montgomery, Ala.  Before going to Montgomery to look for some one to preach this sermon I had never heard of Mr. Bedford.  He had never heard of me.  He gladly consented to come to Tuskegee and hold the Thanksgiving service.  It was the first service of the kind that the coloured people there had ever observed, and what a deep interest they manifested in it!  The sight of the new building made it a day of Thanksgiving for them never to be forgotten.

Mr. Bedford consented to become one of the trustees of the school, and in that capacity, and as a worker for it, he has been connected with it for eighteen years.  During this time he has borne the school upon his heart night and day, and is never so happy as when he is performing some service, no matter how humble, for it.  He completely obliterates himself in everything, and looks only for permission to serve where service is most disagreeable, and where others would not be attracted.  In all my relations with him he has seemed to me to approach as nearly to the spirit of the Master as almost any man I ever met.

A little later there came into the service of the school another man, quite young at the time, and fresh from Hampton, without whose service the school never could have become what it is.  This was Mr. Warren Logan, who now for seventeen years has been the treasurer of the Institute, and the acting principal during my absence.  He has always shown a degree of unselfishness and an amount of business tact, coupled with a clear judgment, that has kept the school in good condition no matter how long I have been absent from it.  During all the financial stress through which the school has passed, his patience and faith in our ultimate success have not left him.

As soon as our first building was near enough to completion so that we could occupy a portion of it—­which was near the middle of the second year of the school—­we opened a boarding department.  Students had begun coming from quite a distance, and in such increasing numbers that we felt more and more that we were merely skimming over the surface, in that we were not getting hold of the students in their home life.

We had nothing but the students and their appetites with which to begin a boarding department.  No provision had been made in the new building for a kitchen and dining room; but we discovered that by digging out a large amount of earth from under the building we could make a partially lighted basement room that could be used for a kitchen and dining room.  Again I called on the students to volunteer for work, this time to assist in digging out the basement.  This they did, and in a few weeks we had a place to cook and eat in, although it was very rough and uncomfortable.  Any one seeing the place now would never believe that it was once used for a dining room.