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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 230 pages of information about Up from Slavery.

The most serious problem, though, was to get the boarding department started off in running order, with nothing to do with in the way of furniture, and with no money with which to buy anything.  The merchants in the town would let us have what food we wanted on credit.  In fact, in those earlier years I was constantly embarrassed because people seemed to have more faith in me than I had in myself.  It was pretty hard to cook, however, with stoves, and awkward to eat without dishes.  At first the cooking was done out-of-doors, in the old-fashioned, primitive style, in pots and skillets placed over a fire.  Some of the carpenters’ benches that had been used in the construction of the building were utilized for tables.  As for dishes, there were too few to make it worth while to spend time in describing them.

No one connected with the boarding department seemed to have any idea that meals must be served at certain fixed and regular hours, and this was a source of great worry.  Everything was so out of joint and so inconvenient that I feel safe in saying that for the first two weeks something was wrong at every meal.  Either the meat was not done or had been burnt, or the salt had been left out of the bread, or the tea had been forgotten.

Early one morning I was standing near the dining-room door listening to the complaints of the students.  The complaints that morning were especially emphatic and numerous, because the whole breakfast had been a failure.  One of the girls who had failed to get any breakfast came out and went to the well to draw some water to drink and take the place of the breakfast which she had not been able to get.  When she reached the well, she found that the rope was broken and that she could get no water.  She turned from the well and said, in the most discouraged tone, not knowing that I was where I could hear her, “We can’t even get water to drink at this school.”  I think no one remark ever came so near discouraging me as that one.

At another time, when Mr. Bedford—­whom I have already spoken of as one of our trustees, and a devoted friend of the institution—­was visiting the school, he was given a bedroom immediately over the dining room.  Early in the morning he was awakened by a rather animated discussion between two boys in the dining room below.  The discussion was over the question as to whose turn it was to use the coffee-cup that morning.  One boy won the case by proving that for three mornings he had not had an opportunity to use the cup at all.

But gradually, with patience and hard work, we brought order out of chaos, just as will be true of any problem if we stick to it with patience and wisdom and earnest effort.

As I look back now over that part of our struggle, I am glad to see that we had it.  I am glad that we endured all those discomforts and inconveniences.  I am glad that our students had to dig out the place for their kitchen and dining room.  I am glad that our first boarding-place was in the dismal, ill-lighted, and damp basement.  Had we started in a fine, attractive, convenient room, I fear we would have “lost our heads” and become “stuck up.”  It means a great deal, I think, to start off on a foundation which one has made for one’s self.

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