A Negro Schoolmaster in the New South Page 2
My journey was done, and behind me lay hill and dale, and Life and Death. How shall man measure Progress there where the dark- faced Josie lies? How many heartfuls of sorrow shall balance a bushel of wheat? How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real! And all this life and love and strife and failure, -- is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day?
Thus sadly musing, I rode to Nashville in the Jim Crow car.