But on Saturday suddenly the whole county disgorges itself upon the place, and a perfect flood of black peasantry pours through the streets, fills the stores, blocks the sidewalks, chokes the thoroughfares, and takes full possession of the town.
Du Bois captures the bustling atmosphere of Albany on Saturdays when the black community comes to town.
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