eight-hour journey in Georgia, first class, without molestation.  Of course, the white people who entered at various stations stared at us, but we were good at that and returned the compliment.  First class, indeed!  Men with turpentine clothes, or rags, on; women chewing snuff, etc., etc.  If I looked, acted and talked like some of the people that I saw on that train, I should certainly feel myself an appropriate subject for an ox-cart in the backwoods, rather than for a first class coach on a railroad; yet these are the people who object to respectable, well-dressed, intelligent and Christian men and women riding in a decent coach, on account of their color.”

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THE SOUTH.

NOTES IN THE SADDLE

BY FIELD-SUPERINTENDENT C.J.  RYDER.

Pleasant Hill, Tenn., has now a school building worthy the growing importance of that interesting field on the Cumberland plateau.  The teaching force has been enlarged and the influence of the school is constantly widening.  Another building to be used for boarding pupils is in process of erection, and is greatly needed.  Maine has joined hands with Tennessee in this most important work, several of the churches having given to this field.

A new church has just been organized at Crossville, Tenn.  Many northern families have come into this region within the past few months, and they will greatly assist us in gathering the native mountain people.

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Grand View Academy, occupying a most commanding site on the top of a mountain overlooking the magnificent valley of the Cumberland River, has also increased its school accommodations.  There will be here, in the not very distant future, a large college, reaching in its influence the mountain people back on the plateau and in the coves, and those who are rapidly filling the fertile valley along the foot of Cumberland Mountain and Walden’s Ridge.  If we, as Congregational Churches, hold this grand work, we must generously support it now.

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A specimen, a hybrid of civilization and paganism, I saw on the streets of Fort Smith, Arkansas.  He seemed to illustrate the result of our governmental efforts to citizenize the Indian without Christianizing him.  A tall Indian, of fine, commanding figure, walked down the street dressed in the following fashion:  His feet were cased in moccasins, his legs in buckskin breeches.  Both of these garments were highly ornamented with quills and beads.  He was purely Indian so far.  His tall lithe body was closely buttoned in a faded black Prince Albert coat.  On his head he wore a Derby hat.  So much for civilization.  The hat had a hole in the crown, and in this hole the Brave had stuck a large tuft of eagle feathers that stood several inches above his head and nodded