By Suzanne Slade
Booker T. Washington had a tremendous ardour for studying. Born a slave, he taught himself to learn. while the Civil struggle ended, Booker ultimately fulfilled his dream of attending tuition. After commencement, he used to be invited to educate in Tuskegee, Alabama. discovering many keen scholars yet no institution, Booker got down to construct his personal school—brick by means of brick. An afterword supplies particular info on how the college was once outfitted.
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Chief No Retreat, trying to picture in his mind the people who had used this sacred place, gently placed his hand on the white skull, but it was old and some of the bone crumbled under his hand. He tried to repair the skull, but it crumbled more. He jumped like a small boy caught doing something forbidden. 2 He took the small hand of Grass Child in his large brown weathered one and quickly retreated. “You must not talk out so much. Even your brothers do not talk when it is not their turn. Your sister, Rain Girl, does not ask questions or speak her mind to me—perhaps to her mother or grandmother, yes, but not to me, her father.
After taking her cup of medicinal herbs that evening, Old Grandmother spoke to Chief No Retreat. “Leave me here. I am very old. I was the woman of a greatchief. I can no longer chew the skins to soften them, and sew them with sinew. I cannot cook with my shaking hands. I cannot shake out my robes. I cannot relieve myself outside the tepee; I no longer have control. This season I have done nothing to earn the meat that you cut up for me to swallow. I cough, and that makes me tired. I have been a burden on my people.
She picked at a smallblister on a balsam pine, and when the pitch ran out, she gently put the stump in it. She stripped off some alder leaves and pressed them around the wound. It throbbed. For a moment she sat with her eyes shut. Then, gradually, her mind began to clear, and she realized there was still work unfinished. She pulled at the loose, thick leather thongs that held the lean-to together. Then she pulled at the corner cottonwood poles. Dragging them from the sagging shelter, she pushed one up across a tree branch barely within her reach.