indignent South, at havin' a colered girl set in the same car with
'em, or on a bench in the same school room.

I mewsed on how they held the white forms clost to their black
breasts at birth, and in the hour of death -- the black lips
pressed to the white cheeks and lips, in both cases. And all the
way between life and death they mingle clost as they can, some in
some cases like the hill of knowledge. Then the contact is too
clost, when they sot out to climb up by 'em. Truly there are deep
conundrums and strange ones, all along through life; though the
white man may be, and is, cleer up out of his way, on the sunshiny
brow of the hill, and the black man at the foot, way down amongst
the shadows and darkness of the low grounds. They don't come very
nigh each other. But the arms that have felt the clasp and the
lips that have felt the kisses of that very same black climber all
through life, moves 'em and shouts 'em to "go down," to "go back,"

"The contact is getting too clost, danger is ahead." Curious,
haint it? Jest as if any danger is so dangerous as ignorance and
brutality. Curious, haint it? But I am a eppisodin', and to
resoom.

Wall, right after the babies we'd meet a Catholic priest with a
calm and fur away look on his face, a lookin' at the crowd as if
he wuz in it, but not of it. And then a burgler, mebby, anyway a
mean lookin' creeter, ragged and humble. And then 2 or 3 men
foreign lookin', jabberin' in a tongue I know nothin' of, nor
Josiah either. And then some more childern, and wimmen, and dogs,
and parasols, and men, and babies, and Injuns, and Frenchmen, and
old young wimmen, and young old ones, and handsome ones, and