“Good evening,” said I to an old colored lady.
“Good evenin’,” said she.
“I am from Fisk University, Nashville, Tenn. I have come out here to teach this school for you.”
“Whar’s ’Fesser Thomson?” said she.
“I don’t know where the Professor is, but I’ll teach for you. My name is Ross.”
“Yas, sah.”
“And your name?”
“Daffney.”
“Mrs. Daffney, will you show me how to find the rest of the colored people in this settlement?”
“Yas, sah. Go down here and cross yonder, and you’ll come to a big field and some trees, sah.”