heat.

Very soon after I had returned home I received a letter from one of the
teachers of Talladega College, a Miss S. J. Elder, who met me when I was
there seeking entrance, asking me to go to Jenifer, Ala., and attend a
school there conducted by two white ladies; she said she would "foot"
all of my bills. This greatly relieved me, and I considered it a great
thing. Very soon thereafter I had my clothes ready, and was at Jenifer.
I was there for one year, but Tuskegee was constantly on my mind; in
fact, I had made up my mind to give it a second trial.

On October 29, 1894, I again went to Tuskegee and asked for admission. I
was admitted with the understanding that I should stand up in the Chapel
and make a public acknowledgment of the wrong I had done in leaving the
school without permission. This seemed like a great humiliation, as I
could hardly talk to one person, to say nothing of the thousand
students and teachers then there, as I stammered so much. Mr. Washington
seemed to understand the situation and was kind enough to help me out by
asking questions.

I was given work on the farm, and started out again with renewed vigor
and determination to complete a course of study. The farm manager, Mr.
C. W. Greene, was very kind to me and gave me work that I could do.
After I had been on the farm about two weeks he placed me at the gates
to keep out the cows and hogs that might be tempted to walk in on the
school-lawns. This work I enjoyed, and very soon established an "office"
under a tree near the gate. I held this position and kept this "office"
for two years.

I was then taken from there and placed in Mr. Greene's office to help
him. It was at Tuskegee that I first saw a typewriter and shorthand
writing. I made up my mind that I would be a stenographer and
typewriter, and thought that if I could learn this, that would be as
high up as I cared to go in life. I borrowed a book on shorthand, not
being able to purchase one, and began the study without a teacher. Very
soon I realized that I had learned a little, and my ambition grew. I
wanted a typewriter.

I got up enough courage to go to the Rev. R. C. Bedford, who often
visited the school, and who was one of my best friends, and, in fact, is
largely responsible for my being able to stay at Tuskegee as long as I
did, and told him I wanted a typewriter; I repeatedly told him that my
success in life largely depended upon my securing it. Mr. Bedford said
he would se