W.E.B. Du Bois: “If he could only live up in the free air where birds sang and setting suns had no touch of blood!”

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

In song and exhortation swelled one refrain—Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he implored had Freedom in his right hand.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.