E. A. S.

Grinnell, Iowa.

CONTENTS

[I.]How I Got My Name[15]
[II.]The Period of Race Unconsciousness[21]
[III.]The Dawn of Race Consciousness[26]
[IV.]The New Teacher[32]
[V.]The Three Wise Men[40]
[VI.]Abraham Lincoln in Hungary[48]
[VII.]The Miller’s Daughter[57]
[VIII.]The Fall of the Goose Girl[63]
[IX.]An Unwilling Jew[73]
[X.]The Prince Comes[78]
[XI.]The Child on the Battle-field[84]
[XII.]The Penalty of Scepticism[90]
[XIII.]My First Library[96]
[XIV.]The Candy-Maker’s Autobiography[102]
[XV.]The Americans[107]
[XVI.]The Cup of Elijah[119]
[XVII.]The Tragedy of Race[133]
[XVIII.]The First Apostasy[141]
[XIX.]A Sectarian Controversy[148]
[XX.]The House of the Poor[153]
[XXI.]Out of the Omnibus[161]
[XXII.]A Backward Look[168]
[XXIII.]The Synagogue[173]
[XXIV.]The Church with the Cross[188]
[XXV.]The Church with the Weather-Vane[197]
[XXVI.]Tolstoy the Man[205]
[XXVII.]Awakened Judaism[214]
[XXVIII.]Conclusion[224]

Against the Current

I
HOW I GOT MY NAME

THE servants called me “Uri.” When they petted me or wanted some favour, they called me “Urinku,” and when they were angry, which was not seldom, they cried, “Uri!” giving the i a short, sharp sound. This made me very angry, for at best I did not like the name, which wasn’t my name anyway.