 Preface and forward of A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington. The single aim in telling the story that follows is to interest boys in the life of Booker T. Washington. This man's life was of such singular and vital importance in the history of his own race and in the history of our country that it ought to be familiar to all the youth of the land and to the Negro youth especially since it is the greatest inspiration to the latter to be found in the annals of American history. There has been no attempt to be original or exhaustive in the treatment. While a great mass of material has been consulted, it should be frankly stated that the story follows very closely the material found in Washington's Up From Slavery and My Larger Education and Scott and Stowe's Booker T. Washington, Builder of a Civilization. The author desires to acknowledge his indebtedness to double-day page and company for permission to use extensive quotations from these books. If some boy by reading this book is inspired to higher ambition and encouraged to noble effort, the author will feel that the book is fully justified. Forward. This is the story of Booker T. Washington. It is the story of a boy who was born a slave and who in manhood became the leader of 10 billion people, who was born in poverty and ignorance and became the greatest orator and teacher of the Negro race, who was born of an ignorant and backward race and became the friend of the greatest and best men of all races of all the world. He was a brave man. He had courage and backbone. He was not afraid. He had courage to fight for what he believed to be the right. He was an energetic man. There was not a lazy bone in him. No man ever lived a more strenuous life than he did. He loved his work, and few other men ever did so much work in a lifetime. He was just and fair-minded. He could see right for the white man as well as for the Negro. He never intentionally did any one white or black in injustice. He was an honest man, honest in his thinking as well as in his business, honest frank and open in his speeches and his writings. He looked fact squarely in the face. He was a wise man. He had intelligence. He had good judgment. He knew the right thing to do and say, and he did it and said it. He was a modest man. He did not boast or brag. He did not try to get money or office or high position. He was content to do his work as an honest man. He was a patriotic man. He loved his country and believed this to be the greatest nation in the world, and he was ready to give his life for it if necessary. He had willpower. He made up his mind about things, and when he had made a decision he could not be discouraged nor turned aside. He would see his plans through and he would stand by his convictions to the last. He had self-control. He did not lose his temper or his tongue. He kept himself in hand. He did not lose his head or waste his time, thought, and effort on useless and needless things. He was a great lover of animals. He loved the pigs and chickens, the horses and the dogs, the birds and the fishes, and everything living. Above all, he loved folks. He loved the people of all races. He was a friend not only to the black man, but likewise a friend to the red man, the yellow, the brown, and the white. He loved his race. He was not ashamed of it. He was proud of its history, of its great achievements in the past. He had an abounding confidence in its future. He believed that in the days that lie ahead the Negro race is to play a wonderful part. It is well worthwhile to know about this man. End of forward. Chapter 1 of A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Kyle Lavitt, Grandie Connecticut, USA A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington by W. C. Jackson Chapter 1 Early Childhood No State in the Union has a more interesting history than Virginia. It is the oldest of the states. It was at Jane's Town in 1607 that the first English settlement was made in America. Before the Revolution, it shared with Massachusetts the honor of being the leading colony. During the time of the Revolution, it furnished some of America's greatest leaders, Washington, Patrick Henry, and Thomas Jefferson. After the Revolution, it became known as the Mother of Presidents. Most of the battles of the Civil War were fought on its soil, and its capital was the capital of the Confederacy. Lee and Jackson, the two greatest leaders of the Confederacy, were Virginians. It was in this state that slavery in North America began. We must remember, however, that slavery had been existence a long, long time. The ancient Hebrews, we are told in the Old Testament, practiced this evil custom. So did all the nations about Palestine. The Greeks and the Romans also kept slaves. You must not think of the people that were enslaved by the Hebrews and Greeks and Romans as Negroes. They were of all races. Whenever one people conquered another, it mattered not of what race. The conquerors made their captive slaves. This often resulted in the most cultured and highly educated people being made slaves. This was especially the case when the Romans captured Greeks. Later on in the history of Europe, during the 16th and 17th centuries, the enslavement of Negroes became very general, so that by the time North America began to be settled by the people of Europe, Negro slaves were bought and sold throughout the principal European countries and their colonies. So it came about that. In Virginia, Negro slavery was introduced into the United States. It was in 1619 that a Dutch ship, after a cruise in the West Indies, landed at Jamestown, and while there, engaging in trade with the inhabitants, sold them 19 Negroes. These were the first slaves sold in North America, and it was from this beginning that the system grew up in the country. In Virginia, too, we had the first big plantations. Tobacco was the most important crop in the early history of the colony. The planters could sell up tobacco at a great profit in England. Negro slaves could cultivate tobacco very successfully. The planters, therefore, bought slaves to raise tobacco, and they sold the tobacco and bought more slaves to raise more tobacco. The planters bought many hundreds of acres of land and many slaves to cultivate them. As you know, the slaves lived in cabins. These cabins were little houses, usually built of logs, and the cracks were dobbed with mud. The cabin usually had one door, one window, and a dirt floor only. These cabins were all close together, not very far from the big house, and were known as the quarters. The slaves did all the work on the plantation. Most of them worked in the field. Some worked about the barn and in the garden. One draw the master's carriage and took care of the horses. Another was the butler in the big house. Some of the small boys and girls worked in the big house, serving their young masters and mistresses. And of course, one of the Negro women was a plantation cook. On just such a plantation down in Franklin County, Virginia, Booker T. Washington was born. His mother was the cook on the plantation of a Mr. Burroughs, who lived near a little crossroads post office southwest of Lynchburg, called Hales Ford. There, in a little one room cabin, Booker was born on April 5th, 1856. The cabin had no glass windows. That only one door, and it had a dirt floor. There were large cracks that led in the cold. In the middle of the floor, there was a large opening in which sweet potatoes were stored. Sometimes, as they put the potatoes in or took them out, Booker got one or two and roasted them. All of the cooking was done over the open fire in this cabin, for they had no stove. It was a very uncomfortable place to live. The boy lived a hard life. He says, I cannot remember a single instance during my childhood or early boyhood when our entire family sat down to the table together and God's blessing was asked and the family ate a meal in a civilized manner. There was a piece of bread here and a scrap of meat there. There was a cup of milk at one time and some potatoes at another. One day, when he was about five years old, he saw his young mistress and some visitors out in the yard eating ginger cakes. He said he never saw anything in his life that looked so good to him as those cakes did. He thought that if he ever got free, the height of his ambition would be to buy all the ginger cakes he wanted, just like those the young ladies were eating. He had to sleep on a pallet. He never slept in a bed until after he was set free. The first pair of shoes he ever had was made of leather, but the souls were of wood and they were very uncomfortable and made a great noise when he walked. He never thought of wearing anything on his head, but the worst thing about his dress in those early days was having to wear a flax shirt. These shirts were made of the roughest and coarsest part of the flax and they were very uncomfortable. When new, they scratched severely. After they were worn a while and broken in, they were fairly comfortable. His brother John often broke in Booker's shirts for him. A very kind and generous thing to do. He had no time to play when he was a boy. When he was a grown man, he was asked what games he played when he was a boy. He answered that he had never played at all. He had to work so hard that no time was left for play. Even when he was a very small boy, he had to sweep the yards, carry water to the hands in the fields, help around the big house, and carry in wood. Going to mill was the worst job he had. A farm hand would put a sack of corn on a horse, put them on top of the sack, and send them off. It was a long way to the mill. Almost every time he was sent, the sack of corn would work to one side and then fall off. It was too heavy for him to put back, so he would have to wait until someone came along to help him. He sat and cried until someone came. It was often dark when he got home. He was terribly frightened when he was alone at night, where he was told that there were discerning soldiers in the woods and that when they found little Negro boys, the first thing they would do would eat a cut off their ears. Of course this was not true, but he thought it was. You suppose this little boy had any chance to go to school? This is what he says. I had no schooling whatsoever while I was a slave, though I remember on several occasions I went as far as the schoolhouse store with one of my young mistresses to carry her books. The picture of several boys and girls in a school room engaged in study made a deep impression upon me, and I had the feeling that to get into a schoolhouse and study in this way would be about the same as getting into paradise. This is the same boy who came to be the greatest educator of his race, the head of the greatest Negro school in the world. It must be remembered that the conditions under which Booker lived in these early years of his life were not restricted entirely to the Negroes. Many of the white people were poor also, and many white boys wore flat shirts and shoes with wooden soles. Just after the Civil War, all the white people of this health had a very hard time. White boys as well as Negro boys had no time for play, nor did they have an opportunity to go to school. In those days, many white boys who were eager for an education had such difficulties to face as those which slumed up before Booker Washington. By and by, when Booker was about nine years of age, there came a thrilling day. For four long years the Great War had been going on. Often he had heard his mother singing freedom songs. He remembered being awakened one morning and saw his mother by his bed and heard her praying that Lincoln might be successful and that her little boy might someday be free. He had seen some of the soldiers in their uniforms home on furlough. He remembered when they brought home the body of Mars Billy and buried him amidst the bitter weeping of the slaves who loved him as their friend, for he had often begged for them when they were about to be punished. While they vaguely knew and felt the success of Lincoln meant freedom and the success of the others meant slavery, they were still loyal and true to their masters. By means of the Great Vine Telegraph, that is, bypassing news along quickly from one plantation to another, the slaves had kept pretty well informed of the progress of the war and when Lee surrendered at Appomattox, the slaves knew it very soon. One night word came to the quarters that something very unusual had happened at the big house the next day. There was much excitement, nobody slept that night. Early next morning someone came to the quarters and told the Negroes that they were all wanted at the house. Booker's mother called her children and they with all the other slaves marched up to the house. All the members of the family were on the porch. They were very quiet and seemed sad and depressed. There was present a stranger, a man who wore a uniform. He stood up and read a paper, the Emancipation Proclamation. Then the master explained that the Negroes were now free. He told them that they could go wherever they desired. He also told them that they could live where they were if they wanted to and they would be taken care of. But if they preferred they could go to any other place. Booker's mother leaned over her children and kissed them while the tears streamed down her face. Her prayers had been answered. Her children were free. End of chapter one, recording by Kyle Lafitt, Grandi Connecticut, USA. Chapter two of A Boy's Life of Booker T Washington. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Sarah Brown. A Boy's Life of Booker T Washington by W. C. Jackson. Boyhood Days. When the slaves were set free one of the first things that many of them did was to change their names. Most of the slaves had only one name. As free people they felt that they should have the same sort of names as other free people. So they began to add a last name and usually an initial. If a man had been called Tom all his life he was now called Tom L. Johnson. The L stood for nothing. It was simply a part of his entitles as Washington says. Another thing they did was to leave their old home place. They could not realize that they were really free unless they tested the matter by going away from the place of their servitude. Booker Washington's stepfather had left Virginia during the war and had gone to West Virginia. Just as soon as the war was over he sent for his wife and children to come to him in West Virginia. He lived at Maldon five miles from Charleston the capital of the state. It was several hundred miles from the old home in Virginia but the family determined to go. They bundled up their goods and put them in a cart. The children walking. They traveled the entire distance in this way. They would stop by the roadside to do their cooking and to camp at night. One night they stopped near an empty cabin. They decided to spend the night in the cabin. They went in and built a fire and spread a pallet on the floor. Suddenly a big black snake rolled out of the chimney and onto the pallet. You can imagine that they did not care to stay longer in that house. They got outside at once and made a camp. After several weeks they completed their journey and the family reached the town of Maldon. Salt was mined there and Booker's stepfather worked in the salt furnaces. Small as he was Booker had to begin this work too. It was very hard work and it was terrible that this child should be compelled to do it but it was just like Booker to turn the situation to an advantage. The first thing he ever did in the way of reading was to learn the figure 18 which was the number put on the barrels of salt made by his father. Booker was anxious to learn to read but he had no one to teach him. His own mother could not even teach him his letters. She bought him an old Webster's blueback speller and he began his first study in this book. About this time a private school was established in the community. Booker was greatly excited over this for he had an overwhelming desire to go to school. He was a good worker however and was earning money so his father said no and he could not go. Booker was terribly disappointed. He went on with his work with a heavy heart but he never missed a chance to urge his stepfather to let him go to school. Finally his father agreed to let him go for a part of the day provided he would get up early each morning and work until nine o'clock and then work two hours after school was out. It was a glorious day for him when he found himself going to school however he soon encountered two great difficulties. One was that he did not have a hat. He had never worn a hat or cap in his life. Since all the other boys had them he felt that he must have one so he went home and told his mother about the situation. She explained to him that she had no money with which to buy a store hat but she got two old pieces of home spun or jeans and sewed them together for a cap. The next day Booker proudly walked to school with one difficulty solved. Listen to his own story of his second difficulty. My second difficulty was with regard to my name or rather a name. From the time I could remember anything I had been called simply Booker. Before going to school it had never occurred to me that it was needful or appropriate to have an additional name. When I heard the school role called I noticed that all the children had at least two names and some of them indulged in what seemed to me the extravagance of having three. I was in deep perplexity because I knew that the teacher would demand of me at least two names and I had only one. By the time the occasion came for the enrolling of my name an idea occurred to me which I thought would make me equal to the situation and so when the teacher asked me what my full name was I calmly told him Booker Washington as if I had been called by that name all my life and by that name I have since been known. Later in my life I found that my mother had given me the name of Booker Tolliver, pronounced Ta-lo-ver. Soon after I was born but in some way that part of my name seemed to disappear and for a long while was forgotten but as soon as I found out about it I revived it and made my full name Booker Tolliver Washington. I think there are not many men in our country who have had the privilege of naming themselves in the way that I have. Booker was not permitted to go to school very long. His stepfather put him back to work but he went to school at night for a while. Here he learned how valuable the night time was and he afterwards used a great deal in teaching others. Near Maldon was a coal mine. This business became prosperous and Booker was sent to work in the coal mines. He hated this work worse than any he ever did. The work was very dirty. It was pitch dark in the mines. It was also very dangerous for they used dynamite to blast out the coal. His work was a mile from the entrance of the mine. Furthermore there were many big rats in the place. Because there were many large chambers to the mine and he never could learn all of them he often got lost. Then his light would go out and sometimes he would have to wait for hours for someone to come to his aid. This was terrible work for a boy only 10 or 12 years of age. End of chapter 2 Chapter 3 of A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Jason in Canada A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington by W. C. Jackson Chapter 3 Planning for an Education Later in life Washington said there was never a time in my youth no matter how dark and discouraging the days might be when one resolve did not continually remain with me and that was to secure an education at any cost. This was the thought that was in his mind as he toiled from day to day in the dark and dirty coal mine. He had never heard of any school except the little one he had attended for a short time in Maldon, but he was sure that somewhere and in some way he would find a place that would give him what he so much desired. One day while digging away in the mine he heard a miner say something to another about a big school for Negroes. He was greatly excited and on his hands and feet he crept through the dark as close to the two men as he dared and listened. They kept on talking and Booker heard a conversation something like this. I wish my boy could go to that school over in Virginia, said one miner. They say it is the best school anywhere in the country. What school are you talking about? said the other. The one at a place called Hampton over in Virginia was the reply. Well, suppose there is a good school there Negro boys can't go to it can they? was asked. Yes they can, said the other. It is a school just for Negro boys and girls and they teach the boys and girls something besides books too. They are taught some useful trades so that they can go out and make a good living and be independent and have pleasant work to do. Well, said the other miner. That sounds pretty good, but nobody but rich folks can afford such a school as that. So I don't see where it is going to help us any. There is where you are mistaken again, was the answer. For poor boys and girls can go to this school. That is what I have heard. They say that they give the boys and girls different kinds of work to do so that they can pay their own way through school. Booker heard no more. He returned to his work very greatly excited. That certainly was the place for him. He then and there made up his mind that he would go to that school no matter what happened. He did not know where the place was, but he determined that he would find it. From that day on, one thought was in his mind. To go to Hampton. He wanted to quit work in the mines because the work was so dangerous and because he was not making enough money. A few days after he heard the conversation about Hampton, he heard that Mrs. Ruffner wanted a servant. She was the wife of General Louis Ruffner, the owner of the salt furnaces and the coal mines. The lady, Mrs. Viola Ruffner, was said to be very strict with her servants, and consequently no servant would stay with her long at a time. When Booker heard that she was looking for another servant, he decided to apply for the place. He was terribly frightened when he went into her presence, and he was surprised to find her very kind and considerate. She employed him, giving him five dollars a month. She became very fond of this boy who worked so hard and so well and tried to do the work so as to please her. She showed her interest in his ambition to get an education by letting him off a part of the day to study and by encouraging him to go to the night school. Washington says also that he learned from Mrs. Ruffner many valuable lessons in cleanliness, promptness, and order. He says, Even to this day I never see bits of paper scattered around a house or in the street that I do not want to pick them up at once. I never see a filthy yard that I do not want to clean it, a pailing off a fence that I do not want to put it on, an unpainted or unwhitewashed house that I do not want to paint or whitewash it, or a button off one's clothes, or a grease spot on them or on a floor that I do not want to call attention to it. It was while working for Mrs. Ruffner that he started his first library. He got an old dry goods box, knocked out one side of it, nailed it up against the wall, arranged some shelves, and then put into it every book that he could lay his hands on. But Booker was restless. He wanted to get started to school. He had not saved much money, for he had not been working for himself very long. But he determined to start with what little money he had. What did his determination mean? Look at your map and you will see that Hampton is about five hundred miles from Maldon. Booker was a boy of sixteen years. He did not know a soul beyond the borders of his own community. He had but a few dollars. His mother was not well, and he doubted very much whether he would ever see her alive again. But he must go and learn, and his good mother, noble and brave as she was, encouraged her boy and helped him to get away. All the people in the community were much interested in his going. While they had never had the chance, they wanted to encourage this boy who was so determined to get an education. Some of them would give him a nickel, some a quarter, and others a handkerchief to show their desire to help him. Buy and buy the day for his departure came. He put his few dollars in his pocket, picked up the little satchel containing his few clothes, said goodbye to the neighbors, kissed his weeping mother goodbye, and turned his face towards Hampton. There was no through-train in those days, and he had to travel by stagecoach as well as by train. He had no idea when he started how costly it was to travel, and he had not gone far before he realized that he did not have enough money to take him to Hampton. So he walked much of the way. He would ask for a ride with passersby, and in this way made fairly good progress. Early in his journey he had a new and trying experience. He had been riding, together with a number of white passengers, all day in the stagecoach. At nightfall they stopped at a house which was called a hotel, and all the passengers went in and were given rooms. When Booker went in and asked for a room, he was told that they could not take him, that they did not take Negroes. He had not intended to offend. He himself says it was simply the first time that he realized that the color of his skin made a difference. He was so intent upon getting to Hampton, he never thought of getting angry. He simply walked about all night, as it was rather cold, and went on his journey the next morning. Let him tell his own story of another incident of this famous journey. By walking, he says, begging rides both in wagons and in the cars, and in some way after a number of days, I reached the city of Richmond, Virginia, about 82 miles from Hampton. When I reached there, tired, hungry, and dirty, it was late in the night. I had never been in a large city, and this was rather to add to my misery. When I reached Richmond I was completely out of money. I had not a single acquaintance in that place, and being unused to city ways, I did not know where to go. I applied at several places for lodging, but they all wanted money, and that was what I did not have. Knowing nothing else better to do, I walked the streets. In doing so, I passed by many places and food stands where fried chicken and half moon-apple pies were piled high and made to present at most tempting appearance. At that time it seemed to me that I would have promised all that I expected to possess in the future, to have gotten hold of one of those chicken legs or one of those pies. But I could not get either of these, nor anything else to eat. I must have walked till after midnight. At last I became exhausted, and I could walk no longer. I was tired. I was hungry. I was everything but discouraged. Just about the time when I reached extreme physical exhaustion, I came upon a portion of the street where the board sidewalk was considerably elevated. I waited for a few minutes till I was sure that no passerby could see me, and then I crept under the sidewalk and lay for the night upon the ground with my satchel for a pillow. When he awoke in the morning, he found that he was near a large ship which was unloading a cargo of pig iron. He went directly to the ship, told the captain his situation, and asked for work in order that he might earn money with which to buy some food. The captain gave him work and was so well pleased with him that he gave him employment for several days. Washington was anxious to get enough money to take him to Hampton as soon as possible, so in order to save as much of his wages as possible, he continued to sleep under the sidewalk where he slept the first night he arrived. Many years after that he was given a great reception in Richmond, at a place near this spot, and Washington says that his mind was more upon that sidewalk that night than it was upon the great reception given him by the two thousand people present. After a few days of work in unloading the vessel, he felt that he had enough money to take him to Hampton, so he continued his journey. Several days later he reached Hampton with just exactly fifty cents. What a wonderful journey it had been! And now at its end, as the big buildings of the school came into view, he had a thrill that more than repaid him for all the hardships of his trip. He was supremely happy, for he had reached the end of his rainbow and had found his great treasure. Washington by W. C. Jackson School Days at Hampton At the close of the Civil War, one of the most important needs of the country was to provide some kind of education for the Negroes. They had never had any schools. If they were to become good citizens, they must have the proper training. The great many good men in the North and in the South recognize this fact and set to work to establish schools. Among these men was General Samuel C. Armstrong. The General's parents had been missionaries to Hawaii. He had been educated in the United States, had entered the army as soon as the war began, and had made such a brilliant record as a soldier that when the war was over he had risen to the rank of general. He had seen a great deal of the Negro as a soldier during the war. He knew about the conditions in the South, and he felt that the greatest service he could render would be to give his life to the cause of education. He went to work at once, and through the aid of a number of Southern men, he established a school for Negro boys and girls at Hampton, Virginia, and called it Hampton Institute. His main purpose was to give Negro boys and girls an opportunity to learn some useful trade. He believed that people must first learn to make a good living before they could make much progress in any other direction. He wanted the Negroes to have good food and good clothes and good homes. He wanted them to be able to earn these things. Likewise, he wanted them to be good farmers, good carpenters, good brick masons, good mechanics, and good workmen in all kinds of trades. He wanted these trades taught in the schools. Then, as the race progressed, he wished to have the higher branches of study given, such as Latin, mathematics, and literature. Thus was begun one of the greatest schools in America. Every Negro boy knows about Hampton. Thousands of the best Negroes in the country were trained there. General Armstrong was president of the school and did a wonderful work. He seemed to inspire every student who entered to become a good and useful citizen. Too much cannot be said in praise of him and the great school he founded. It was here that Booker arrived in the fall of 1872, with a little satchel of clothes, fifty cents in his pocket, a happy heart, and a determination to secede. Just as soon as he was able to get an interview, he went to the head teacher, Mary F. Mackie, and told her that he wanted to enter the school. She stared at him. He was dirty after his long hard journey. His clothes were soiled. He realized at once that he was making a bad impression, and it was not his fault. Ms. Mackie would not say whether she would admit him or not. She made him wait. He was worried. All he wanted was a chance to show her that he meant business. Then a very interesting thing happened. Booker Washington tells the story himself. He called it his examination. After some time had passed, he says, the head teacher said, The adjoining recitation room needs sweeping. Take the broom and sweep it. It occurred to me at once that here was my chance. Never did I receive an order with more delight. I knew that I could sweep, for Mrs. Ruffner had thoroughly taught me how to do that when I lived with her. I swept the recitation room three times. Then I got a dusting cloth, and I dusted it four times. All the woodwork around the walls, every bench, table, and desk. I went over four times with my dusting cloth. Besides, every piece of furniture had been moved in every closet and corner in the room had been thoroughly cleaned. I had a feeling that in a large measure my future depended upon the impression I made upon the teacher and the cleaning of that room. When I was through, I wrapped on the door and reported to the teacher. She was a Yankee woman who knew just where to look for dirt. She went into the room and inspected the floor and closets. Then she took her handkerchief and rubbed it on the woodwork about the walls and over the table and benches. When she was unable to find one bit of dirt on the floor or a particle of dust on any of the furniture, she quietly remarked, I guess you will do to enter this institution. I was one of the happiest souls on earth. The sweeping that room was my college examination. It never did any youth pass an entrance exam into Harvard or Yale that gave him more genuine satisfaction. I've passed several examinations since then, but I've always felt that this one was the best one I ever passed. As a result of his sweeping the room, he was permitted to enter his classes and was also given a job as janitor and his college career began. It was a new strange life. He sat down at a table which had a cloth on it to eat his meals. He slept in a bed that had sheets on it. These sheets gave him trouble. The first night he slept under both of them. He didn't think that was right, so the next night he slept on top of both of them. The third night he watched his roommates. There were seven of them in the same room and he saw how the thing was done. After that he did as the others did and slept between the sheets. I sometimes feel, he says, that almost the most valuable lesson I got at Hampton Institute was in the use and value of a bath. I learned there for the first time some of its value was not only in keeping the body healthy, but in inspiring self-respect and promoting virtue. In all my travels in the south and elsewhere since leaving Hampton Institute, I've always in some way sought my daily bath to get it sometimes when I have been the guest, but my own people in a single room cabin has not been easy to do it except by slipping away to some stream in the woods. I've always tried to teach my people that some provision for bathing should be a part of every house. For some time he had only one pair of socks. He had a time of it with these socks. When they were too soiled to wear he washed them out at night, hanged them by the fire and dried them out and put them on the next morning. He also had a hard time with his clothes. They had inspection every morning. The students were lined up and General Armstrong passed along the lines and carefully examined everyone. If a button was off or if the clothes were torn or soiled in any way, the general would see it. Booker had a hard time keeping his clothes in such a condition that they would pass mustard. His work as janitor was very hard. He often had to work late at night, for he had many rooms to clean. He always got up at four o'clock in the morning to build his fires and do some of his studying. He had a hard time working and making expenses too. He usually borrowed his books from other students. He soon got some more clothing from the barrels of clothing sent to the school by people from the north. Ord was ten dollars a month, part of which he could pay by his work as janitor, but a part of it he was supposed to pay in cash, and he had no cash. His work was so satisfactory, however, that in a short while he was told that his work would pay all of his board. S. Griffith's Morgan of New Bedford, Massachusetts, paid his tuition. At the end of the year he owed the college only sixteen dollars. When the college closed at the end of the term, all the students went home. Booker could not go. He was too far and he had no money. He wanted to get away and get a job so that he could pay the sixteen dollars he owed. He had an extra second-hand coat, so he decided to sell that to get money to go away on. He cleaned and pressed the coat and then let it be known that it was for sale. After a while a man came to see it. He looked at it and asked the price. Booker told him three dollars. The man said, well, I think I will take it. I will tell you what I will do. I will pay you five cents cash and the rest as soon as I can get it. How do you suppose Booker felt about that? He finally got a job as a waiter in a restaurant at Fort Trisman Rowe. They did not pay him enough for him to save anything. One day when he was cleaning up the place he found a nice crisp ten dollar bill under a table. He was very happy. Now he could pay back the money he owed in Hampton. However, he thought he ought to tell the proprietor about finding the ten dollars. He did so and the proprietor coolly took the ten dollar bill saying that since the place belonged to him everything that was found in it naturally belonged to him. After vacation was over he returned to Hampton and was told that he could have as long to pay the sixteen dollars as he wanted and that he could have a job as janitor again. So his second year passed much the same as the first. He devoted much of his time this year and the next to the debating societies. He says that he never missed a single meeting while he was at Hampton. He also organized a new society. He had twenty minutes every night after supper before work began. Most of the students he observed waste this time. He proposed that good use be made of this period in reading and speaking and he organized a society for that purpose. He says that no time he spent in college was more valuable than this. After the close of his second year he went home to Maldon to spend his vacation. His brother John had sent him some money and he had earned some extra money. So he had enough to take him home. Everybody was delighted to see him but most of all his mother. All the neighbors insisted on his visiting them and making a meal with them and telling all about his college days. He also spoke at Sunday schools at the day school and at churches telling about his life at Hampton. This was all very nice but he wanted some work so that he could earn enough to take him back to Hampton in the fall. He was unable to find any work because the salt furnaces and coal mines were closed. One day he went further than usual looking for something to do but without success. On his way home he became so tired that he went into a deserted cabin by the road to spend the night. About three o'clock someone woke him up. It was his brother John who told him that their mother had just died. This was a terrible shock to Booker. He had no idea his mother was so ill. He had always wanted to be with her and care for her. He had looked forward to the time when he might make enough money for her to live in comfort. He loved her very dearly and her death was the hardest blow he had ever received. It was not long after this that he got some work and saved enough money to take him back to Hampton. During his third year at college he worked harder than ever. He was still working as janitor but every single minute he had after his work was done he spent on his studies. College boys in those days did not have time to play football, baseball, and tennis. They did not have time to go on picnics or have dances. The highest honor at Hampton was to be selected as commencement speaker. This honor Booker was anxious to win. He worked very hard for it and when commencement day came in June 1875 he sat on the platform among the honor men of his class as one of the orators. He was given his diploma and his college days were over. He had done a good job. He had done the kind of work that makes real men. He had trained his mind and his hands. He had built character. He was not ashamed. He could hold his head up and look the world in the face. He had learned to help himself. He was independent and had gained self-confidence and self-control. He knew little of Latin but he knew much of labor. He knew no Greek but he knew how to dig. He knew the soil. He knew people. He was ready for the great work that lay before him. Chapter 5 of a boy's life of Booker T Washington This is a labor box recording or labor box recordings are in the public domain. For more information to volunteer please visit laborbox.org. Recording by Sebastian Bugo. A boy's life of Booker T Washington by W. C. Jackson. Beginning life in the outside world. General Armstrong handed Washington his diploma in June 1875 and he worked forth from the college walls a very proud and happy boy. He had a right to be. No boy had ever striven harder for an education. For three years day and night he had worked as few people ever had but he had enjoyed it. Don't get the idea that Washington was discouraged or that he was unhappy for he was not. He got an immense amount of genuine satisfaction and pleasure out of his cool days. His teachers were good to him and he was devoted to them. His classmates were always kind to him and helpful and thoughtful. Everybody was his friend. No boy ever left Hampton with more warm friends was more beloved by students and faculty in Booker Washington and these friendships were truly worth winning because they were greater and better than anything else in the world. One of the fine things about Washington was his independence. He knew how to take care of himself. He knew he could make his own way in the world. He was unusually robust because he had always taken good care of himself. With health, with an education, and with an overwhelming desire to help his people he left Hampton and started his life in the outside world. Washington left Hampton in exactly the same financial condition as when he entered. He had a diploma in his pocket but no money. However he was not ashamed of work if it was honorable and he was not afraid of any amount of it. Along with some other Hampton boys he was offered a job in a summer hotel in Connecticut. When he began his new work he had an embarrassing experience. The head waiter somehow got the idea that he had done this kind of work before. He sent him to serve at a table where several rich people were seated. Washington was very awkward and confused and the people scolded him soundly. It frightened him so that he went away and would not return to the table leaving the guest without anything to it. For this offense the head waiter reduced him from his position as waiter and put him to washing dishes. Thereupon he made up his mind that he would learn to do this job well. So successful was he that the head waiter soon put him back at serving and he made one of the best waiters in the hotel. When his summer's work was done Washington returned to his old home at Molden. Soon after his arrival he was chosen to teach the school there. He accepted the place and began the work at once. He taught this school for two years and it is doubtful if he ever did better work in his life than during these two years. All his life the idea had been in Washington's mind that he must help his people. This was what he wanted most to do. This is why he wanted an education. Many people want an education for selfish reasons such as to make money for themselves, to have an easy time or to get honors for themselves. But this was never true of Booker Washington. His great desire was to help his people. He looked about him and saw how poor and helpless and ignorant they were and his heart was touched. He wanted to do something that would make his people better and happier. Now he had his first chance. He went at his work with great joy. He opened his school at eight o'clock in the morning and he usually quit about 10 o'clock at night. He taught the children reading, writing, geography and arithmetic. But he taught them something else too. He made them comb their hair. He made them keep their hands and face as clean. He taught them to keep their clothing clean. He taught them to use a toothbrush and to know the value of a bath. He organized a debating society for the men and boys. He opened a night school so that those who worked and could not go to school during the day could go at night. He established a reading room. He taught several boys privately in order to get them ready to enter Hampton. He taught in two Sunday schools. In fact, he did more to make his community a good, clean, happy community than anybody had ever done before. One of the good things he did was to help his brother John, who had helped him so much while he was at Hampton and now wanted to go to school himself. What a joy it was to booker to be able to do something for this kind and generous brother. John did go to Hampton as did another brother James, who was an adopted child and both helped Washington early in later years at Tuskegee. After teaching two years at Molden, Washington decided to go to school again. This time he went to Washington DC and entered Whelan Seminary, where he remained eight months. He did not care so much for his work here. It was very different from the work at Hampton. The students were all well-dressed. They did not have to work as they did at Hampton. They had plenty of money and their studies were different. They did not have trades, industries, agricultural work or daring or anything of that kind. They had Latin and Greek and literature and higher mathematics and other studies of a similar kind. Washington felt that he did not get the benefit that he did at Hampton nor did he like Washington any better than he liked this school. He saw too much extravagance to suit him. Too many people are trying to get something for nothing. Too many of them are trying to get jobs with the federal government that would be easy work and high pay. Many of the Negroes seemed to think it was the business of the federal government to support them. Washington did not think this was right. He thought all men should do good, honest work and that if they didn't they would sooner or later find trouble. He was glad to get away for he felt that the life that most of the Negroes lived at that time in Washington was most unsatisfactory. At the end of the eight months he returned to Molden again. At this time there was a big campaign on in West Virginia to remove the capital which was located at Wheeling. It was far up in the northern part of the state. Many of the people wanted another city to be chosen. The legislature selected three cities to be voted upon by the people and Charleston was one of these. Molden you remember was five miles from Charleston. Just after he returned from Washington Booker was greatly pleased to receive an invitation from a committee of white men to come to Charleston and then go on a speaking tour on behalf of that city. He accepted the invitation and for three months he went about the state speaking for Charleston as the capital. When the election was held Charleston won and no small part of the credit was due to the brilliant speeches made by the young Negro teacher of Molden. He made such a reputation as a speaker in this campaign that everybody took it for granted that he would now study law and enter politics. A well-known judge tried to persuade him to do this and offer to teach him law. This was very flattering and for a while Washington considered it. But all the time he had the feeling that there was something else he must do. He felt that he could succeed in law and politics but he also felt that it would be selfish that he would be doing something largely to benefit himself only. Most of the Negro men in politics at that time were vicious and ignorant. Of course there were many exceptions but as a general thing the Negro who was in politics during that period was uneducated and often dishonest. Washington tells of a passing crowd of men one day as they were to act on a building. He had the men saying to one of the others hurry up gov and hurry governor. He paid no attention at first but finally made inquiry and found that the Negro spoken to had at one time been the lieutenant governor of the state. Washington felt that the greatest thing he could do was to engage in the kind of work that would help his own people most. He did not want to preach. He thought there were too many preachers already. He had the belief that the most important thing to do was to engage in the kind of work that would fit men of his own race to be good preachers, good teachers and good citizens. In the midst of these thoughts and before he had definitely made up his mind as to his career he received a letter from General Armstrong inviting him to deliver the postgraduate address at Hampton at commencement 1879. This honor brought Washington great joy. He accepted the invitation and chose as his subject the first that wins. He worked hard for three months on his pitch. It made a great impression on all who had it and he was acclaimed one of the real orators of his race. End of chapter five recording by Sebastian Bugo. Chapter six of a boy's life of Booker T Washington. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Paul Brian Stewart. A Boy's Life of Booker T Washington by W.C. Jackson Chapter six back at Hampton. There is an old saying that opportunity knocks but once upon our door. This is not true. Opportunities will certainly continue to come to us. The important thing is to be ready for them when they come. We never know what incident may turn out to be our greatest opportunity. If we will do our best to meet every situation that confronts us we may be sure that there will be plenty of opportunities for us. It is the boy that does not do his best on all occasions that loses out. So Washington when invited to speak at Hampton commencement worked hard for three months preparing that speech. When the time came he did his very best. Then he forgot the matter and went home. Just a few days after he got home he had a great surprise. There came a letter to him from General Armstrong. It said, we need you here at Hampton who want you to come and help us run the school. That was a very happy moment in the life of Washington. He thought more of General Armstrong than any other man in the world. To be asked by this man to come and work for him made Washington an exceedingly happy man. He immediately wrote that he would accept the position. Some weeks later he reached Hampton ready to enter upon his new duties. His job was a rather peculiar one. The Indians in the United States who had been put upon certain territories out west after being taken from their land in the south and southwest had no system of education and were entirely without schools of any kind. General Armstrong wanted to help them. He said he believed that they could be educated and he wanted to try it. The government of the United States gave its consent and agreed to cooperate with them. They brought from the west to Hampton about 100 Indian boys to be educated. These boys were very ignorant. Booker Washington says that they were almost wild. Washington's task was to live in the same building with these Indian boys and look after them to be a sort of house father to them. He had a hard job. The Indians are a very proud people. They felt themselves superior to the white race as well as to the black race. They had a special dislike for the Negro because he had been a slave and the Indians would not be slaves. They preferred death to slavery. These boys were not only very ignorant but it was very hard to make them understand as they did not know the English language well. Furthermore everybody expected them to fail. We usually do just about what people expect of us. If they think we are going to succeed it helps us to succeed. If they think we are going to fail it makes attainment of success harder for us. Booker Washington said I will succeed. I will show these people that these Indians can be educated. So for an entire year he worked with them. He soon won their confidence and respect. That they all liked him was evident for they did everything they could to satisfy him and please him. He found them ready to work hard and intelligent enough to be taught. They learned the different kinds of trades just about as well as the Negroes did. At the end of the year everybody was willing to admit that Washington had made a success of teaching the Indians. Ever since then Indians have been going to Hampton and many of them are students there today. Washington says his hardest task was to get them to give up some of their old habits and customs. They did not want to part with their long hair. They did not want to quit wearing blankets or quit smoking. However since these customs were not customs at Hampton they all agreed to do as the others did there. Now came another very important work for Washington. After he had worked with the Indians for a year General Armstrong said, I have another hard job for you. Show it to me, Washington replied. A great many people who did not have any money were trying to enter Hampton. They were as poor as Washington was when he entered. General Armstrong did not want to turn them away. He finally determined that he would arrange it so these people could work all day at some trade or other line of work and let's pay their living expenses and have something left over to go into the treasurer's office to their account. They had to work 10 hours a day to do this and then they went to school two hours at night. After a year or two they would have enough money saved up from their work to enable them to enter this day's school. This plan proved to be a very fine one and many of the best students from Hampton began in the night school. It was this night school that General Armstrong wanted Washington to teach. He took charge of it and made a great success of it. There were about 12 in the class to begin with. The boys worked in the sawmill in the daytime and the girls in the laundry. They were such good workers that he named them the plucky glass. After a boy or girl had been in this class long enough to show that he or she meant business and was going to stick to the job, Washington would give a certificate that read as follows. This is to certify that James Smith is a member of the plucky class of the Hampton Institute and is good and regular standing. The students were very proud of these certificates. It was not long before everybody at Hampton was talking about the plucky class. In a little while there were 25 in the group. The number kept on growing the next year and in a few years the class had several hundred members. It is a big part of Hampton and Tuskegee today for Washington used the same idea at Tuskegee. Washington had a way of succeeding in everything young to talk. This was because he determined to succeed and worked so hard and so well that success was certain. End of chapter six. Chapter seven of a boy's life of Booker T. Washington. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Mary Patterson. A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington by W.C. Jackson. Building a Great School. At Hampton the chapel exercises were at night. Here they sang the beautiful old Negro melodies and listened to a talk by General Armstrong or some other good speaker. One Sunday night in May of 1881 after the regular exercises General Armstrong who had a way of taking the students into his confidence as well as keeping them informed of matters of interest to the race announced that he had received a very interesting letter. He then told them that the legislature of Alabama at its last session had set aside some money for the establishment of a Negro normal school and that they were looking for a man to be the head of this school and that he had been asked to recommend such a man. Of course they wanted a white man. However the next day General Armstrong sent for Booker Washington and said Washington you heard the announcement last night about the men in Alabama who want a man to be the head of their school. I have decided that you are the man for them. Will you take the place if it is offered to you? This was surely a great surprise but Booker Washington was always ready. He said, I think I can fill the place and I am willing to try. General Armstrong wrote it once about Washington. The next Sunday night during the chapel exercises a telegram was handed to General Armstrong. It was from the committee in Alabama. He opened it and read it to the audience. It said, Booker Washington will suit us. Send him at once. Washington prepared to go at once to his new field. After finishing his work at Hampton he paid a visit to his old home at Maiden and a couple of weeks later early in June he arrived at Tuskegee, Alabama to begin his new task. Tuskegee at this time was a quiet little town of about 2,000 inhabitants. It is on a small branch railroad five miles from the main line which runs from Atlanta, Georgia to Montgomery, Alabama. The town is about 50 miles from Montgomery. It is right in the heart of what is known as the Black Belt in the South. A large and typical population lived round about. The town was the county seat of Macon County in which lived a large number of Negro farmers all living very much as the Negro family lived in the South at that time. The white people in the Negroes were about equal in population in the town and lived in cordial and friendly relations. Booker Washington had a great surprise awaiting him when he reached Tuskegee. He thought that this school that he was to be the head of was already in existence and naturally looked about to find the schoolhouse. Of course expecting to see a nice building. Imagine his surprise when he found that there was at yet no school at all and absolutely no building no sign of a school whatsoever. He was to start the school himself from the very beginning. The legislature had simply set aside $2,000 a year to be used only for paying salaries and no provision had been made for building and grounds. Was Booker Washington discouraged? Not for a single minute did he sit down and whine and complained and say that he might as well give up. He went right out into town looked up some of the leading men of both races and told them that he was going to start something that he was going to open a school and the men a little amazed at first caught his enthusiasm and said good for you. We are with you. You can count on us. We will help. His first effort was to find a house to use as a school building. He finally secured a little shanty that stood near the AME church. It was agreed that he could use this building for meetings of any kind and that he could teach in the shanty. After consulting again with his friends he announced that on July 4th 1881 the Tuskegee Institute would open. Now that he had a place in which to begin work his next job was to get students for his school. He began to visit around in the country making talks in the churches at the regular service or at Sunday school and at preaching services in school houses and other places. He visited in the homes of the people and everywhere he told them of his school plans and this way he came to know the people just as they lived and they learned how sympathetic Washington was and how he was trying to help them. Most of those he visited he found living in one or two room houses with fat pork and cornbread as their principal food but they always treated him kindly and entertained him the best they could. One thing that distressed him was the discovery that many of these people had been persuaded to buy such things as costly sewing machines and organs when they didn't have enough to eat and to wear. At one place where he took dinner there were four in the family and when they sat down at the table he found that there was but one fork for all five of them. Their lives were filled with much drudgery and hard work almost no opportunities for improvement it was nearly impossible for them to make a living much less save any money their schools if they had any at all had very short terms and were taught by teachers who knew very little more than the children. It was a discouraging situation to anyone except a man like Booker Washington. These are my people he said they need help they need education and the kind of education that will give them cleaner and happier homes healthier bodies better schools and better life in every way I am going to help them. The school opened on July 4th 1881 with 30 students Washington was the only teacher a large number of students wanted to enter but he decided not to admit any under 15 years of age. Some of these students were boys and some were girls some were grown men and women most of them had been teachers none of them was very well prepared however for they had been very poorly taught but the teacher found all of them eager to learn and ready to work soon there were more students calling for admission within six weeks there were 50 students. It was necessary to have a new teacher and the person secured for this work was Olivia Davidson who afterwards became Booker Washington's second wife. She was a great help to him and she agreed with him that they must do something for the students beside merely teaching them books. Washington says that they wanted to teach them how to be clean and how to take care of their teeth and clothing what and how to eat and how to make a living. All these pupils lived on the farm as did nearly all the people of the south. Washington wanted to teach them that they would continue to live among their own people and their lives would be happier and better in every way. He did not want them to get a false idea about education. Many of them had the wrong impression already. They thought that getting an education consisted in reading big books and then of being able to earn a living without work. Both of these ideas were wrong. He wanted to teach them something that would make them useful and happy and prosperous on the land in their native state. He certainly could not do this while teaching in a little shanty with one room that was in such bad condition that one of the pupils had to hold an umbrella over the teacher when it rained. He had the same experience at his boarding house where his landlady often held an umbrella over him while he ate his breakfast. About three months after the opening of his school a small farm about one mile from town was offered for sale. Washington went out and looked it over and came to the conclusion that it was just the place for the kind of school that he intended to build. But the price was five hundred dollars and he didn't even have a dollar. The owner said, pay me two fifty cash and I will give you one year to pay the other. Washington borrowed two fifty and closed the deal. He decided to move the school at once to the new home. On this farm were four buildings. The big house had been burned but there was left standing a little cabin formerly used as a dining room, an old kitchen, a stable, and a hen house. Booker Washington and his growing school moved into these four buildings. The buildings were thoroughly cleaned and worked over and put in as good condition as possible. Washington says, I recall one morning when I told an old colored man who lived near and who sometimes helped me that our school had grown so large that it would be necessary for us to use the hen house for school purposes and that I wanted him to help me give it a thorough cleaning out the next day. He replied in the most earnest manner, what do you mean boss? You? You surely ain't going to clean out the hen house in the daytime. Do you know what a chopping bee is? Well the students of Tuskegee didn't know until Booker T taught them. After they had been in their new quarters for several weeks, Washington walked in one day and said, tomorrow we are going to have a chopping bee. Now all of you that have an axe bring it to school with you. Those of you who don't have one, let me know and I'll get one for you. We will dismiss school early and go to the bee. Next day everybody had an axe and all of them were wondering what sort of game a chopping bee was. They had never been to one and they were much excited over it. Soon after dinner Washington got his axe and threw it on his shoulder and told the boys to come on. They eagerly followed. He led them out to the woods and began cutting down a tree and told them to do the same thing. They did so. Washington swinging his axe faster and better than any of them led the crowd. Though all of them were doing their best and as they just kept on at this it presently dawned on them that a chopping bee after all was nothing but plain cutting down trees and clearing land. Some of the students became angry. They said they did not come to school to do that kind of work. They came to study books but they looked at Washington who was an educated man and they saw that he was not ashamed to do this kind of work. After a time they began to see what Washington's purpose was and they quit complaining and gladly helped with all their might to get this needful work done. There was another way in which Washington secured the assistance of others to build up his school. He had no way of going about over the country except by walking. He did not have a horse or mule and he could not cover much territory by walking. So he would watch for some old Negro with a mule and wagon and go to him and tell him about his plans. Then he would say, now uncle don't you want to help in this good work? Well come around early Saturday morning with your mule and wagon and take me out in the country where I can see the people and tell them about our school and the old man would be there on time. So with the cordial cooperation of the students and friends in the town the school was making progress. Land was being cleared and the buildings and grounds were being improved. Washington was spreading the fame of his school throughout the country and everyone was becoming interested but that debt of $500 for the land on which the school was being built had not been paid. Where was the money coming from? That was the hard question. Ms. Davison started the plan of having suppers or festivals. She would go about town and get friends to donate a chicken or a cake or a pie for a supper. In this way a good sum was raised. Washington wrote to his friends, explained the situation and asked for contributions. He asked the Negroes as well as the white people in town to give and they did. Washington says that sometimes they would give 5 cents or 25 cents or a quilt or some sugar cane. I recall one old colored woman. He says who was about 70 years of age. She hobbled into the room where I was leaning on a cane. She was clad in rags but they were clean. She said, Mr. Washington God knows I spent the best days of my life in slavery. God knows I was ignorant and poor but I know what you and Ms. Davison is trying to do. I know you was trying to make better men and women for the colored race. I ain't got no money but I want you to take these six eggs what have been saving up and I want you to put these eggs into the education of those boys and gals. Washington says that he has received many gifts for Tuskegee but none that affected him more deeply than this one. Needless to say by the end of the year the $500 had been raised and the debt paid thus ended the first year of the history of Tuskegee. If you go there now and see the many fine buildings, the broad acres, the hundreds of students and everything that goes to make up a great and wonderful college, it would be very hard to realize that it started off with one little shanty with a leaky roof, one teacher and 30 students from this simple and humble but very earnest beginning Tuskegee grew by leaps and bounds until it came to be the most remarkable Negro school in the south. End of chapter seven. Chapter eight of a boy's life of Booker T. Washington. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Mary Patterson. A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington by W. C. Jackson. Strenuous days. As Booker Washington began the second year of his school, he met a new obstacle. That was nothing unusual for him. However, he was usually facing a hard job. He spent his life working on difficult tasks and he never found one that he did not finish with satisfaction. He tackled this problem at once and with confidence. There were two parts to it. In the first place, although he had a fine farm of 500 acres all paid for, he had no buildings except that old kitchen, stable, henhouse, and which to house his students. When school opened in the fall of 1882, there were about 150 students present. These three or four little old shacks would not take care of that crowd. What was he to do? This was his first difficulty. The other problem was this. His school was just outside the town of Tuskegee. It adjoined the town. A great many people in Tuskegee thought that this school ought not to be built. Many were opposed to Booker Washington. Many were opposed to educating Negroes and they believed that Negroes went to school simply to get out of work and that an educated Negro was sorry and troublesome. Then there were some who said, this man means well, but he is just a Negro. And of course, he can't succeed. Then there were others who said, this man Washington is all right. I believe in him and trust him. He is doing a good thing. He is going to succeed. I am counting on him. So his second job was to win the friendship and goodwill of all the people in the town and round about and not to disappoint those who believed in him. He worked out these two problems together as we shall see from what happened. The very first thing needed by the students after all was not a building but something to eat. So the first move Washington made was to start the students to work on the farm and raising a crop. Every day after the students had studied and recited their lessons, they would go to the fields and work. We have already learned how they found out what a chopping bee was. Now they were working in the fields where they had previously cut down the trees. Some of them did not like this work at first. They said, we did not come to school to do work like this. We have had enough of this at home, but Washington kept right on working hard by himself and showing his students that he was not ashamed to do hard work with his hands. The next thing in order was a building, a good building, large and comfortable and useful. He began to make plans for it. He knew he had to have it and although he really did not have any money at all in hand, he went right ahead and planned to find a building to cost $6,000. He did not know where he would get the money, but he had a firm belief that in some way the money would be secured. When it was learned that he expected to put up this building, a man who lived near Tuskegee and who owned a sawmill came to Washington and said to him, I have been watching you. I know what kind of man you are. You will keep your word and you will pay your debts. I see that you need some help. I just want to say that I will furnish you all the lumber you need for this building at once and you can pay just whenever you are able. Washington explained that while he hoped to be able to raise the money to pay for the building, he had not yet secured any of it. The man replied, that's all right. Your credit is good with me. I will trust you. We can see from this incident how well he was succeeding in making friends with his neighbors. As soon as he had raised a part of the money, he let the man put the material on the ground. Then the building was begun and again the students did all the work. They first dig the foundations and some of them became so disgusted with the work that they left the place altogether. Washington was sorry that they left, but he said that anyone who was too proud to work with his hands and help out at a time like this did not belong in his school. However, most of the students remained and were perfectly willing to do the work. Rapid progress was made. The foundations were finished and they were ready for the laying of the cornerstone. The laying of the cornerstone of this building is an important event in the history of the education of the Negro. There was a great crowd present. Washington, his teachers, his students and their parents and a large number of other Negroes were there. There were present also a large number of white people, the mayor of the town, the councilman, the sheriff and all the other county officers and all the prominent business and professional men of the community. In a way the ceremony marks an epoch in Negro history in America. Just 17 years before it was against the law for Negro to be taught books at all in Alabama. Just 17 years before the Negroes were slaves. For this was in 1882 and in the black belt in the very heart of the south that this large group of white men should gather with the Negroes for the purpose of dedicating a building to Negro education shows what wonderful change of sentiment had taken place. It shows also how thoroughly Booker Washington had won the confidence of all the people among whom he was working. All his students were from Alabama. Most of them were from the country. He knew that most of them would spend their lives on the farm or in occupations of some kind. He wanted them to be practical, to know how to do well the things they would surely be compelled to do. So he determined from the very beginning that his students should learn how to do practical things as well as learn from books. He had them clear the land for the school. He had them farm the cleared land. He had them do the cooking. He had them make the brick and build the buildings of the school. He said that his idea was to teach the students the best methods of labor and how to derive the greatest benefit from their work. He wanted them to learn new ways of work. How to use steam, water and electricity. He also wanted to teach them that work was dignified and honorable and that no man should be ashamed to do any kind of honest work. He followed this plan till his death and nearly every one of the many buildings that stood at Tuskegee when he died was built entirely by the students themselves. They planned to build their first large building, Porter Hall, they called it, of brick. So they went out to make the brick right there. The students did not like this work. It was hard and it was dirty. However, they went at it and after several trials found some brick clay. They molded the brick, built the kiln, fired it and weighed it. When the burning was done, they found that they had made a complete failure. None of the brick could be used. At once they built another kiln. This also turned out to be a failure. Some of them were discouraged at this and said, let's quit. But others said, we must succeed. So a third kiln was built. This kiln seemed to be burning splendidly when suddenly on the last night it fell. This was surely discouraging. But Washington was not to be stopped by failure. He was now without a dollar to continue his work. He happened to think, however, of a watch he owned. He took the watch to Montgomery, Alabama, nearby, pawned it for $15 and came home, called the workers together once more, built another kiln and this time the kiln was a success. Later, when he went back to get his watch, it was gone. But he never regretted losing it in such a good cause. Now that he was successful in making bricks, the work progressed on the buildings and soon Porter Hall was finished and the other buildings were started. There were two other things Washington wanted for his school. One was a place for students to board. The other a place for them to room. Washington said that he had nothing but the students and their appetite to begin a boarding department with. However, they got busy, dug a large amount of earth from beneath Porter Hall, and opened this basement up for dining room. They had no dishes, no knives, no forks to speak of at first. They had poor arrangements of every kind and they had bad luck. Something went wrong almost every day at first. They would spill the soup, burn the meat, or leave the salt out of the bread. Meals were served with no sort of regularity. Washington says that one morning he was at the dining room when everything went wrong. The breakfast was a failure. One of the girls who failed to get any breakfast went to the well to get a drink of water and found the well rope broke it. Washington heard her say, you can't even get water to drink at this school. He says that remark came nearer discouraging him than anything that ever happened to him. He may have been discouraged, but he kept on and in a little while things were coming out all right. And today one of the greatest sites at Tuskegee is the Great Dining Hall with its white tablecloths, napkins and vases of flowers with elegant meals served in excellent style and order and on time. The next thing was rooms for the borders. Students were coming from a distance. There was no place for them at the school. Besides Washington wanted them at the school so that he could help them learn best how to keep their rooms and live as folks ought to live. They used the cabins first for sleeping quarters, but they had almost no furniture. They made mattresses of pine needles. Their bed clothes were so scanned the first winter that several were frostbitten. Soon a good house was built, however, for all the students and now they began to live as people ought. Among other things, Washington insisted that they use toothbrushes. He said that perhaps no one thing meant more in the real training of the Negro than the proper use of this article. He went from room to room himself to see whether the students had them. We found one room, he says, that contained three girls who had recently arrived at the school. When I asked them if they had toothbrushes, one of the girls replied, pointing to a brush. Yes, sir, that is our brush. We bought it together yesterday. It did not take them long to learn a different lesson. In many ways, he was able to help these students learn the proper way of living, how to sleep properly, how to care for their bodies, and how to take care of their clothes. This second year of the school was truly a strenuous one in clearing land, raising a crop, making bricks, building portal hall, starting a boarding department and a roaming department. Everybody had been busy doing good work and everybody was happy. They were making a great beginning. A very important event of this year was the marriage of Washington to Fannie M. Smith. They had known each other back in Maldon, and as soon as Washington's work was well begun, they were married. She lived only two years after her marriage, dying in 1884 and leaving a daughter, Portia M. Washington. Several years later, Washington married Olivia Davidson, the teacher who had been associated with him in the school almost from the first and who had done so much to help him in getting the school started. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Mary Patterson. A Boy's Life of Booker T. Washington by W. C. Jackson. Raising money for Tuskegee. Tuskegee grew rapidly and steadily. Students began to pour in from all parts of the country. Girls were coming as well as boys. It was absolutely necessary to find some place for these students to live and carry on their schoolwork. Tuskegee Institute had no money. You will remember that the legislature of Alabama appropriated $2,000 a year for the payment of teachers but gave nothing for buildings or land or equipment. So if new buildings were to be erected, it meant that the money would have to be raised by some other means. This was not a church school and it could not therefore appeal to any religious denomination for help. There was only one way to secure funds for its development and growth and that was by going out and asking people directly for aid. Washington did not like to do this but recognizing the necessity for it, he went bravely ahead and perhaps no man was ever more successful in this work than he was. President Charles W. Elliott of Harvard University had to raise money in the same way for Harvard. It was so successful that it was said of him when he goes to rich men they just throw up their hands and say don't shoot how much do you want and President Elliott said that Washington could beat him raising money before Washington's death in 1915. It required from $250,000 to $300,000 a year to run Tuskegee. That is a big sum of money. A very large part of it had to be raised by personal solicitation and it had to be raised almost entirely in the north. This meant that Washington had to spend a large part of his time away from Tuskegee traveling over the country making speeches and talking to individual men. It was hard work and it took a great deal of strength and effort as well as time. He had many remarkable experiences. He met many great and good people who were glad to help him. He had an opportunity to tell them about his school and about his people in the south and an opportunity to hear this remarkable man was given to many people. This is the way he was led to undertake this work. When the girls began coming to school they had to have a dormitory. The boys had been staying in the attic of Porter Hall living in the shanty or boarding in town but this would not do for the girls. They must have different accommodations. The boys ought to have but the girls must have better surrounding. So they proceeded to plan a dormitory. They did not have any money with which to build a house. It was just like starting Porter Hall but they said they could at least plan the kind of building they would build if they had the money. They made plans for a building that would cost $10,000 and named it Alabama Hall. But that Alabama Hall was on paper only in the minds of folks so they could not use it very well. Then an interesting thing happened. Have you noticed how often something interesting turned up with Washington? Perhaps there is a good reason for it. Nothing ever comes to one that is worth having except as a result of hard work Washington himself has said. It was not just an accident after all that these good things were happening. It was because Washington by his work and his good sense had made lasting impressions upon people who were in positions to give him help. This is what happened. While thinking about how he could get the $10,000 for Alabama Hall, he received a letter from General Armstrong asking if he would agree to go with him on a tour of the North. If so, to come to Hampton at once. Washington was delighted and accepted the invitation. To his surprise, he found that General Armstrong had planned to take a quartet of singers from Hampton to go himself with Washington on the tour of the North in the interest of Tuskegee. Washington thought the trip was planned for Hampton, of course, and then he found that General Armstrong had been so unselfish as to plan it for him. He was overwhelmed with gratitude. They had a great trip. General Armstrong had Washington do most of the speaking. Give them an idea for every word, he said to Washington as they started. And Washington did. It was on this trip that Washington first introduced Tuskegee to the people of the North and that the people first got acquainted with Washington. When he returned from his trip, he was able to begin work on Alabama Hall and it was soon completed and paid for. From this time on, Washington went North a great deal to speak publicly and to talk privately to men about the needs of Tuskegee. He met a great many rich men. He had many interesting experiences with them. He did not beg from them. He said he always followed two simple rules in this work. First, to do his full duty in presenting the needs of the school and second, not to worry about the result. He found these rich men unlike what he had expected. He said they were among the best and kindest and most generous people in the world. While he sometimes received discourteous treatment as a rule, he was gladly received and treated with great respect and help was gladly given. Three of the rich men who helped Washington a great deal were Collis P. Huntington, the Great Railroad Builder, H. H. Rogers of the Standard Oil Company and Andrew Carnegie, the philanthropist who had made a fortune in the steel industry. Washington said the first time he interviewed Mr. Huntington, he received a donation of $2, $2 from a millionaire. But the last donation he received from Mr. Huntington was a check for $50,000 and between the two gifts, there had been gifts of many thousands. Mr. Rogers also gave many thousands of dollars in help particularly in the great extension work of the college. The most liberal giver was Andrew Carnegie. As soon as Carnegie heard of the work that Washington was doing, he sent for him to come to New York City. The result was that Carnegie gave him $15,000 with which to build a library. Washington and his co-workers spent a great deal of time working out the plans for this building. All of the work was done by the students of Tuskegee. When it was completed, Carnegie was amazed that such a beautiful and useful building had been built for that sum of money. It convinced him that these people could be trusted to spend money wisely. He therefore determined to give a large sum to the school. Thus it happened in 1903 that the President of the Board of Trustees of Tuskegee received the following letter. My dear Mr. Baldwin, I have instructed Mr. Franks, Secretary, to deliver to you as Trustee of Tuskegee $600,000 of 5% U.S. Steel Company bonds to complete the endowment fund as per circular. One condition only. The revenue of $150,000 of these bonds is to be subject to Booker Washington's order to be used by him first for his wants and those of his family during his life or the life of his widow. If any surplus is left, he can use it for Tuskegee. I wish that great and good man to be free from pecuniary cares that he may devote himself wholly to his great mission. To me, he seems one of the foremost of living men because his work is unique. The modern Moses, who leads his race and lifts it through education to ever better and higher things than a land overflowing with milk and honey. History is to know two Washington's, one white, the other black, both fathers of their people. I am satisfied that the serious race question of the South is to be solved wisely only by following Booker Washington's policy, which he seems to have been especially born a slave among slaves to establish and even in his own day, greatly to advance. So glad to be able to assist this good work in which you and others are engaged. Yours truly, signed Andrew Carnegie. One other name must be mentioned that is Julius Rosenwald of Chicago. Mr. Rosenwald not only gave Lord Sums himself and is still given enormous amounts not only to Tuskegee, but to the cause of Negro education throughout the South, but frequently left his own business and helped to raise money among his friends with Tuskegee. There were many large gifts from many men and women, all of whom cannot be mentioned here of course, but most of the money that was given to Tuskegee came in small amounts from a large number of people, from churches, Sunday schools, missionary societies and other organizations, from preachers, teachers, lawyers, doctors, farmers from every class of people came gifts, sometimes large and sometimes small. All the graduates of Tuskegee were loyal and gave something, however small the amount might be, the Alabama legislature gave more and more as the school grew. The Slater Fund and the Peabody Fund also began to make annual contributions to the school. It was through all of these channels that the money came pouring into Tuskegee in such amounts that it was possible for it to grow and develop in a remarkable way, building after building went up. New students came, new equipment was purchased, additional faculty members were secured and the school grew in size and usefulness and in favor in the eyes of the people. End of chapter nine.