In the course of the journey from Tuskegee to Atlanta both coloured and white people came to the train to point me out, and discussed with perfect freedom, in my hearings, what was going to take place the next day.  We were met by a committee in Atlanta.  Almost the first thing that I heard when I got off the train in that city was an expression something like this, from an old coloured man near by:  “Dat’s de man of my race what’s gwine to make a speech at de Exposition to-morrow.  I’se sho’ gwine to hear him.”

Atlanta was literally packed, at the time, with people from all parts of the country, and with representatives of foreign governments, as well as with military and civic organizations.  The afternoon papers had forecasts of the next day’s proceedings in flaring headlines.  All this tended to add to my burden.  I did not sleep much that night.  The next morning, before day, I went carefully over what I planned to say.  I also kneeled down and asked God’s blessing upon my effort.  Right here, perhaps, I ought to add that I make it a rule never to go before an audience, on any occasion, without asking the blessing of God upon what I want to say.

I always make it a rule to make especial preparation for each separate address.  No two audiences are exactly alike.  It is my aim to reach and talk to the heart of each individual audience, taking it into my confidence very much as I would a person.  When I am speaking to an audience, I care little for how what I am saying is going to sound in the newspapers, or to another audience, or to an individual.  At the time, the audience before me absorbs all my sympathy, thought, and energy.

Early in the morning a committee called to escort me to my place in the procession which was to march to the Exposition grounds.  In this procession were prominent coloured citizens in carriages, as well as several Negro military organizations.  I noted that the Exposition officials seemed to go out of their way to see that all of the coloured people in the procession were properly placed and properly treated.  The procession was about three hours in reaching the Exposition grounds, and during all of this time the sun was shining down upon us disagreeably hot.  When we reached the grounds, the heat, together with my nervous anxiety, made me feel as if I were about ready to collapse, and to feel that my address was not going to be a success.  When I entered the audience-room, I found it packed with humanity from bottom to top, and there were thousands outside who could not get in.

The room was very large, and well suited to public speaking.  When I entered the room, there were vigorous cheers from the coloured portion of the audience, and faint cheers from some of the white people.  I had been told, while I had been in Atlanta, that while many white people were going to be present to hear me speak, simply out of curiosity, and that others who would be present would be in full sympathy with me, there was a still larger element of the audience which would consist of those who were going to be present for the purpose of hearing me make a fool of myself, or, at least, of hearing me say some foolish thing so that they could say to the officials who had invited me to speak, “I told you so!”