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The Anderson Surpriser.
Written After He Was Seventy-Five Years of Age.
The Author Was Born in Liberty County, Ga.,
on the 22d Day of February, in the Year of Our Lord, 1819,
and United with the Methodist Episcopal Church in the Year 1839.
This Book Contains an Account of His Florida and Northern Trip, Written by Himself,
Giving Much Valuable Information of the People Among Whom He Had Been Several Months:
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Anderson, Robert , b.1819

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(title page) The Anderson Surpriser. Written after He Was Seventy-Five Years of Age. The Author Was Born in Liberty County, Ga., on the 22d Day of February, in the Year of Our Lord, 1819, and United with the Methodist Episcopal Church in the Year 1839. This Book Contains an Account of His Florida and Northern Trip, Written by Himself, Giving Much Valuable Information of the People Among Whom He Had Been Several Months
(cover) The Anderson Surpriser. Written after He Was Seventy-Five Years of Age. An Account of His Florida and Northern Trip.
Anderson
viii, 17-112 p., ill.
MACON, GA.:
Printed for the Author
1895.

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REV. ROBERT ANDERSON and FAMILY.

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THE
ANDERSON SURPRISER.
WRITTEN AFTER HE WAS SEVENTY-FIVE YEARS OF AGE.
THE AUTHOR WAS BORN IN LIBERTY COUNTY, GA., ON
THE 22D DAY OF FEBRUARY, IN THE YEAR OF OUR
LORD, 1819, AND UNITED WITH THE METHODIST
EPISCOPAL CHURCH IN THE YEAR 1839.
THIS BOOK CONTAINS AN ACCOUNT OF HIS
FLORIDA AND NORTHERN TRIP,
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF, GIVING MUCH VALUABLE
INFORMATION OF THE PEOPLE AMONG WHOM
HE HAD BEEN FOR SEVERAL MONTHS.

MACON, GA.:
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR.
1895.

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PREFACE.

        The Rev. Robert Anderson, a colored man, over seventy-five years of age, is in the city, engaged in selling a book written by himself. The author styles this volume REV. ROBERT ANDERSON'S SURPRISER. The first volume reached the fifth edition, and was printed in the establishment of J. W. Burke & Co., Macon, Ga. The present is a continuation of the first, but is complete in itself.

        The Rev. Robert Anderson is among the oldest colored men now living in Georgia. He became a citizen in 1838; and is well known all over the State and in other sections of the South. In his younger days, and while living here in Macon, he was employed by four different Banks, namely: The Columbus, State, Ocmulgee and the Hawkinsville, and always justified the confidence which the officers of these institutions placed in him. They occasionally tested his honesty, but always found him true to his trust. If you buy his book, you will read what he has to say about these and many other matters connected with himself.

        He has only recently returned from an extended Northern trip, and tells in an interesting manner what was said of him, especially in Boston. In that city he was charged with being hired by the Southern whites of Georgia to note the course of Ida B. Wells, whose lectures in Europe, some little while since, created a great prejudice against the Southern people. The truth is, he went to Boston for the sole purpose of selling his book, upon his own responsibility. He had no other aim in view, and carried with him high recommendations from some of the most eminent citizens of Georgia.

        We respectfully ask the friends of this worthy colored man to aid him, in his old age, by purchasing his book. It is his only support. Being too far advanced in years to be efficient in his life-work, the ministry, his only means of living is by the sale of this little book.

        We commend him to you and to the public at large, as worthy of aid from the white people among whom he lives--having always proved himself trustworthy and reliable. If the press of the State will give this preface a place in their columns it will be highly appreciated by his friends.

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LIST OF PATRONS OF THE BOOK.

        In the following pages are recorded the names of over seven hundred persons who have purchased the book. Many of these are men of eminence in all the professions and trades, and in numerous instances have expressed to the author their high admiration at his energy in giving to the world such an interesting work to the literature of the day.

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THE ANDERSON SURPRISE.

FLORIDA TRIP, 1893.

        This is the year of our Lord 1893, and the 22d day of February, and I claim it as my birthday. I have seated myself this morning, at five o'clock, to write the fifth part of my history. I am this day 74 years of age, and am in the city of St. Augustine, Florida.

        I left home on January 8th for my Conference, that convened in Brunswick, Georgia, the 12th of the month, taking the train at Tennille for Savannah. I arrived safe and went to the parsonage, where I found my good brother, Rev. Buffington, on hand and in good spirits. He received me with a great deal of welcome, as he always had done. I spent a day and two nights with him. I canvassed the city with my books, and sold five of them, by the help of my good Master. Going to the court-house I sold one to the Judge, the first man. He had a great many questions to ask me before he bought one, but it appeared that he was well pleased with me and my manner of talking, as I was born in the low country. His name will appear on the list, with the balance of the Savannahians. I left him and went to others, selling five dollars worth before taking my dinner. Though I had sold a great many the year before, they were as glad as ever to see me. I think I have a great many warm-hearted friends in that place.

        The next day I went to Brunswick. I intended to stop at the house of a lady, as directed by my card, but she met me at the door and said she could not entertain me, as she was not well, and that she had sent the pastor word that she was not able to take a minister, but he did not get the message. So I had to go and inform him about it. I was carried to another place, where I was well cared for.

        Conference convened on the 12th, at 9 o'clock, A. M. The roll was called, and I answered to my name, as usual. Conference proceeded to business, but as I was one of the superannuated preachers, I had nothing to do or say, although I was asked by the Presiding Elder to lead in prayer and to pronounce the benediction once, which was all I was requested to do at the Conference. I did think they would ask me to preach, or send me to some other church to do so, but they did not. I have met with eleven Conferences, but never was asked to preach a sermon before the body, nor was sent to any church to preach one. I will leave it to those who buy my book and read it, if that is right, for I do not think it is just to slight a man of my age in

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that way. I leave it in the hands of a righteous God, who will judge the actions of all men and give them their dues.

        My Conference was a grand one; everything was pleasant, the Bishop was the same. I asked of him his age and I found out that I was one year older than he. I sold him one of my books, and also one to R. Hartseale and another to a grand old veteran of the cross. Their names will appear on the list a Brunswick. The appointments were read out. They gave me $20 as my portion, the least of all the superannuated, but I leave that also in the hands of God. He knows what is right and will make it up by giving me kind-hearted friends. I stayed a week more in that place and sold my books. Thanks be unto the good Master, I did well. Some good friends published me in the paper, stating that I was in the city again selling my books, and that I had a great many warm-hearted friends in that place; and they proved themselves to be so by the way they bought them, particularly my white friends. I must say that they treated me with due respect. I went to the Baptist Sabbath School, and they asked of me to speak a word or two to the children; I accepted the invitation and spoke to them. They bought one of my books and had it put in their library so that they might remember me. I preached at the Methodist Episcopal Church also, and asked the members to buy a book for their pastor; they did so and he received it and was glad of it. I obtained about $30 by gift and by selling my books while I was in Brunswick; I am truly thankful to them for it; their names will appear in the list of the buyers of that place. I left for Fernandina, Florida, by way of the St. John's River; I arrived safely; taking a hack and going to the parsonage, I found the pastor was not at home, but his good lady insisted on my coming in and making myself welcome, if her husband was not there, because I know you, my brother; it will be all right with him when he comes home. So I related a circumstance that had taken place with me in Savannah: I wrote to the pastor of the A. M. E. Church stating to him that I would be at his house at a certain day, and so I went there, but his lady told me that she could not think of taking me into the house, as her husband was not there. She turned me off that night and I had to do the best I could. I told my good sister that I thought she might treat me the same, as her husband was gone to the Conference, but she said that she was not one of that kind of sisters, that she had more religion than to treat a minister in that way. She had me feel happy and make myself welcome, and I did so until her husband returned. When he reached home he found me there, and he appeared as glad to see me as if I was his own brother, and we clasped hands in brotherly love and respect.

        Then we began to speak of the Conference that both of us were just from, and our conversation was delightful. He invited me to preach for him on Sunday morning and also in the afternoon. I did so, and got his church to buy one of my books for him.

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        I was invited to preach at the A. M. E. Church at night. I accepted the invitation and preached. I also asked the congregation to buy a book for their pastor, and they did so, and he was as glad of it as you ever saw an individual, and gave me great credit for the action. I spent a week in the place, and I sold several books to white friends; very few of the colored bought of me. I sold to several ministers, and also to one of the priest's, his name will appear in the list of names. I went across to the old town, as it is called, a mile by a narrow bridge. I did not sell a book, but several of the white friends gave me money. I met up with a gentleman who bought one of my books the year before, and he was glad to see me again, and told me that he had read my book through, and had sent it to the North, so that some of his friends could read it. He did not buy another, but gave me some money, and bade me good luck.

        While I was over there I picked up a distinguished breastpin with three letters on it. I did not feel disposed to come away without the owner's knowledge of it so I stuck up a notice at the postoffice, and it was not long before the owner sent for me, and I went to see him; he was a young man staying in a store, and he desired the pin, and I delivered it to him, and he gave me the pitiful sum of twenty-five cents, I took it and thanked him for it. I spent several days in that place.

        There was a lady that bought one of my books and sold me some oranges at one cent a piece, that I might be able to send my family a box of them. I did so. Then she give me back part of the money to help me pay the freight. That was a great deal of kindness in her. Her name is on the list as a friend. The pastor and myself came to the depot, and got the agent to let me have a minister's half fare ticket, and he being much of a gentleman did so, and the pastor and myself took the train for Jacksonville, Fla., which place we reached in safety. I took the street car for the parsonage where I found the pastor and his lady all ready to receive me, and I was made welcome, with a hearty shaking of hands. I was invited to preach for him on Sabbath; I did so, and after the sermon we administered the Lord's supper, and we had a serious time of it, the good Lord appeared to have been in our midst. I found a member that I took in the church at Hawkinsville, Ga., in the year of our Lord, 1868, and he and his dear wife would have me to go home with them and take tea. After tea they would have me go with them to their church, which was the A. M. E. Church that I had been the cause of them becoming members of, and I was truly glad that I went, because I met with Bishop Turner, who I had not seen for a long time, and I was truly glad to see him, and he was glad to see me, and so Bishop Grant had him to preach, and I was glad of it, because I wanted to hear him, and when he got ready for prayer, he asked me to pray for them, which I did. After he got through with his sermon, he spoke highly in favor of me before the church, and said that he knew me, and that I had been a member of that branch of the church, but I was barred

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out by other men, but he could say one thing in regard to me that was, I was a perfect gentleman and a Christian. Bishop Grant was there and he opened the doors of the church and took in twenty-eight members that night--I mean Bishop Grant.

        I went to see Bishop T. M. D. Ward, as he was living in the city of Jacksonville at that time. The Bishop and myself had a lengthy discussion about my leaving them, but we did not disagree at all. I told him how I had been treated by W. J. Gaines and Bishop W. F. Deason, and he did not censure me for my action in the matter. He invited me to take dinner with him. He also extended an invitation to the brother with whom I was stopping. We accepted the invitation, and enjoyed the occasion very much. Several other ministers were present, and after dinner Bishop Ward spoke to us all. Then each minister had an opportunity to briefly reply. I did not have a chance to say all that I desired to; but, thank God! I said something.

        Bishop Grant purchased one of my books, and shortly afterwards we bade our host "good-bye" and made our departure, taking the train for the city. After visiting the new Academy or Seminary we returned home. Bishop Ward lives one mile from the city, in a home which the church purchased for him.

        While in the city, I called upon Bishop D. A. Payne, but he was too busy to come down stairs to see me, and asked to be excused. I sent him word that I came a great distance to see him (from Georgia), and that if he would not permit me to see him then I would call no more. I knew that he was aged as well as myself, and, saying "good-bye," I departed.

        I spent one week and four days in Jacksonville, and did very well, considering the dull times. I think I can report favorably regarding my success.

        At the expiration of eleven days I left the home of this good minister and his lady, who had been truly kind to me during my stay. Upon leaving I asked for my board bill, but they refused to make any charges for their hospitality. Inasmuch as they refused to make any charges I presented them with two dollars merely as a token of remembrance.

        The Bishop and myself boarded a street car, and he accompanied me to the depot and placed me safely on the right train for this place. I arrived here safely, and, employing a hack, was conveyed to the parsonage, where I found the pastor. He informed me that his house was not sufficiently large to entertain me, but kindly sent me to a boarding house, of which a Mr. Pappy was proprietor. Arriving at this boarding house, I was told by the proprietor that all the rooms were filled, but that as one of the boarders were absent I could get accommodations for one night. I spent the night there, and was not sorry when my time came to leave, as his children were seemingly fond of performing on the violin, which disturbed me very much. So I had to lookout for myself.

        The second day of my stay here I went to a restaurant and informed the landlady that I was in search of a boarding place.

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She then called upon a lady living next door, who invited me in to perfect arrangements. When introduced to her I asked:

        "Madame, can I secure board with you?"

        "I can furnish you with a room," said the lady, "and you can secure your meals at the next door."

        "Well, madame, what will be your charges for a week?" I asked.

        "Two dollars," she replied.

        "Madame," said I, "your charges are too high. I am not able to pay that amount, but I am willing to pay you one dollar and a half a week."

        "Well, I don't wish to take it, but if you are willing to let me put another man with you, whenever I become pushed to do so, but not to crowd any one on you unless I am obliged to, we are agreed."

        So I stopped with her two weeks, and found it a very pleasant place.

        I visited the city to see if I could sell any books, calling first on the postmaster, who denied me. I then got a man to take me to the Mayor, who bought a book and gave me leave to sell as many as I could. He signed his name in full to my paper, and it can be seen on my list.

        The next day the pastor called and took me to walk to the old fort, so I saw Fort Marion, which was built by the British army about one hundred years ago, and was turned over to the United States of America in 1819, the year I was born. Now I can say that I have seen things in this old city that I never would have gazed upon if it had not been for my book. I thank the good Lord for it!

        I have a great many things to say about this place. After I got out of my bed at five o'clock this morning, and sang the first tune that presented itself to my mind, I knelt down and prayed to Almighty God, thanking him for sparing me to see my birthday again. I sang this hymn in the spirit of the Lord and in common meter:


                         Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing
                         My great Redeemer's praise;
                         The glories of my brightest days,
                         The comfort of my night.


                         Thou art my everlasting joy,
                         Thy goodness I adore;
                         Send down thy blessed Spirit
                         That I may love thee more.


                         In darkest shade, if thou appear,
                         My dawning has begun;
                         Thou art the spring of all my joy,
                         The life of my delight,
                         The glory of my brightest day,
                         The comfort of my night.


                         In darkest shade, if thou appear,
                         My dawning has begun;

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                         The opening heavens around me shine
                         With beams of sacred joy,
                         If Jesus speaks to me.


                         My soul would leave this heavenly clay
                         At that transporting word,
                         Run up with joy the shining way
                         To see and praise my Lord.

        Amen!

        On Sunday my good Brother Patterson asked me to preach for him, and I did so. Then he got the opera house for me for the next Sabbath, when I preached to a large congregation. The charge for the room was ten dollars, and he got only thirteen dollars from that large congregation, so there was but three dollars for his labor and mine. But thanks be unto the good Lord! I had a chance to speak to them about the second coming of our Lord and Master, and it appeared as if what I said was like good seed sown in good ground.

        I saw in this city something I shall never forget. I went to the graveyard where are the bones of those who fought the Indians and were killed by them, in this State, in 1835, but they died in behalf of liberty, and those who survive are happy. If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself. You will behold here the finest hotel in the world, erected by Mr. Flagler. I never did expect to see such buildings in this world as there are in this place. The streets are paved as slick as glass and as hard as a rock and the hotel lighted up as bright as day. If you want to see a heaven on earth, come to St. Augustine. I never saw such splendor in my life. Some people would not want any other heaven than these fine structures. You might think I am "stretching my blanket," but all I have to say is, come and see for yourself.

        I haven't got words to describe the city, that runs parallel with the river, and the light-house just across it; I went over the river in a boat to see the light-house, and when I was going up to it there were two men and a woman standing on a ladder, the woman being in front, and the question was asked, what is that coming yonder? and one of them replied that it looked like the devil just before day. I heard them but went on as if I had not, and when I was about to retire I told them what they had said about me looking like the devil, and they had a hearty laugh over it; they did not think that I had heard them, but I did.

        I took the train and went to the ocean, and walked on its sandy shores and picked up a great many beautiful shells. I looked at the rolling waves, and thought of the power of God and all those things that were in His power and hands. I shall give way for a space here in this paper that I wanted inserted in regard to St. Augustine, Florida.

        I preached last night a birthday sermon at the Methodist Episcopal Church. They gave me a birthday present; first one, then another came to the table and put down 25 cents to the

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amount of $2.00 or more. The pastor is a Christian gentleman; he did all in his power to make me happy and welcome as long as I stayed in that place. His name, Rev. Patterson, shall have a place in my book just as long as I live, for his kindness to me, and his lady also. The white friends in St. Augustine were very kind to me; although they were strangers to me I made a great many friends in that place. I left there this morning, taking the train for this place; I arrived safe and I am upstairs penning these lines this afternoon.

        I spent two weeks in St. Augustine; I did as well there as I ever did in any place of the same size. May the Lord bless it and keep it from all harm. I went up on the Fort so that I might look as far over the waters as I could. I bid the Fort good-bye with its heavy, thick walls, made out of stones. The men who built it knew what they were doing, for it will stand any cannon ball; if you don't believe me you can go and see it.

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FLORIDA TRIP, 1894.

        This is the year of our Lord, 1894, and the 22d day of February, the day I claim as my birthday. I have seated myself this morning at 4 o'clock to write another book, naming it "The Anderson Surprise," and I hope that it will meet the approbation of all who may buy it and read it.

        The question may be asked, "at what am I surprised?" I am surprised because so many of the human family have been born since I have, and so many of whom have passed away and gone to that world above from whence no traveler returns, while I am still on the stage of action at the age of seventy-five years. Thanks be unto my God! I can truthfully say that--


                         "Through many dangers, toil and pains
                         I have already come;
                         'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far,
                         And Grace will lead me Home.
                         The Lord has brought me safe thus far,
                         And Grace will lead me Home.


                         The Lord has promised good to me:
                         His Word my hope secure;
                         He will my shield and portion be
                         As long as life endure.


                         Then when this mortal life shall fade
                         I shall pass within the vale
                         A life of joy and peace.


                         This world shall soon dissolve like smoke;
                         The sun refuse to shine,
                         But God who calls me here below
                         Shall be forever mine."

        I can truthfully say--


                         That Grace has brought me safe thus far,
                         And Grace will lead me Home.

        Now permit me to say to all, that if they wish the good Lord to be their friend they must try and keep His Commandments all the days of their lives, and then the Lord will see that you shall be happy in that world above, where--

        "The wicked cease to trouble and the weary are at rest."


        Now, I am in Valdosta, Ga., penning this on my birthday. I left home and, boarding the train at Tennille for Guyton, Ga., made the trip safely, and was escorted to the home of the pastor of the A. M. E. Church, where I found myself a welcome guest.

        On Sunday we went out ten miles in the country to the pastor's church and spent the day, returning in the afternoon to his church in the city.

        On Monday I canvassed the city to see if I could sell any of my books. I met with a few friends who visited me afterwards

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for the purpose of buying. Thanks be unto the good Lord. I find friends wherever I travel. It is surprising to me, but yet it is true.

        I left Guyton for Pooler, Ga., and arrived in safety. I found my way to the pastor's home. While we were total strangers, he treated me as a brother and a friend, and received me with a welcome. I spent the night with him, and the following day he accompanied me to the village and introduced me to his white friends, many of whom purchased my book, they having never before seen a book written by a colored man. They bought my book through curiosity, but it made no difference with me, my object being to sell them.

        My book, in fact, has made me happy, because I feel that if the white people will read it they will discover that a colored man can write a book, too, just as well as anybody else.

        I left that place for Savannah, Ga. I arrived safe, and was conveyed to the parsonage of the M. E. Church; the minister was not in at the time of my reaching the house, but in a short time he came in. "Howdy, Brother Anderson. I am truly glad to see you." "Well, I am glad, my dear brother, to see you, also." "Thank you, my brother," said he. "Well, make yourself at home." "I will try and do that, my brother." "Let us walk in and take a little supper. We are going to have services to-night." "Is that so? I am glad of it. Let us go into the church." "All right." So in we went, and in due time he had me offer prayer, which I did in the name of the good Lord.

        "Well," said he, after services were over, "I haven't sufficient room for you in my house, my brother, because I have not been here long enough to provide for company, so I must get a friend to take you along with him." Accordingly I went home with a kind hearted brother, and was treated the best in the world.

        Next day I found my way up town, to try and sell some books, as I had done in that city before, and thanks be to my God! I succeeded. Many of the white friends bought of me. The Mayor, who had before bought a copy, purchased another. I told him I was pleased to hear that under his administration all the bar-rooms and barber shops were closed on Sunday. He said it was so, and that the colored people had more money to spend for provisions on Monday. I told him I was informed that they went to church on Sunday more than they did before. Then I said, "Well, the Lord will bless you and the city. I am going to write it in my book; have you any objection?" "Oh, no! Do all the good you can. I rejoice at the chance to buy one of your books. Here is $1.50 for it." "Thank you, sir. Good-bye, and may God bless you for it."

        The next night there was love-feast at the church, and the pastor wanted me to speak just after the passing of the bread. I did so, but thought I had stepped into an ants' nest, from the way some one spoke when I got through. But I was informed it was worth a thousand dollars to the church.

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        After spending a week in Savannah, I left for McIntosh, Liberty county, arriving safely. Hired a buggy to take me to Hinesville, Ga., where I had not been since 1837--56 years ago. As it was Sheriff's sale day, many people were in town. I improved the opportunity to tell them I was there in 1837 to witness the hanging of three colored men for killing their old master. They listened to me because it was true. The Ordinary bought one of my books, after hearing what I had to say about Hinesville, Ga.

        I left that place in the afternoon and went back to McIntosh. Entering a store, I sold a book to a merchant. I spent the night with a very nice family, and next day hired a buggy to take me about five miles to a school house, where some Northern friends were teaching. They asked me to say a few words to the pupils, and I did so, telling them I was born in that county. The head teacher bought one of my books. I was then taken to a church, and the driver, who was not a stranger to the pastor, had me introduced to him. Upon his asking me if I would stop over and preach for him, I told him I had that driver employed to take me around, and that if I let him go I would have nobody to carry me back. The pastor replied, "I have a buggy myself, and I can take you." So I agreed to that, paid the driver and let him return, and it was a good thing, because it saved a little money.

        The pastor, after his school was out, took me to Riceborough, Ga., about five miles away, and I was truly glad of that, for I wanted to visit old Riceboro once more in life, not having been there since eight or ten years before the war, when I had brought my grandmother, put her in the stage, carried her to Savannah, put her aboard a Central Railroad car and landed her in Macon, Ga., in the days of slavery. So I had ached to see the old place once more. The good brother, although we were perfect strangers, kindly brought me back, and, after a nice supper, took me to his church and had me preach for him. After the sermon, I had his members treat him to a book of mine, which they did with a great deal of pleasure. Then he put his name on my book--Rev. Sims, pastor in charge--and then he had one of the members of his flock take me home with him, so I might have a nice place to stop at, and I did have, sure enough, for I slept on a fine feather bed, just the kind I love. No doubt my readers would have been suited, too.

        Next morning my good brother came after me and took me to the depot, where I bade him good-bye, with God's blessing. Boarding the train, I went to Walthourville. Going to a house and finding that the pastor was not at home, I hired the lady's buggy to take me to the Sand Hill, where I could look at the house and place where I was born and raised, and when I got there experienced such feelings as God above only knows. I could hardly believe my own eyes while looking around upon the large trees that were small when I left there. I never was more surprised in my life. It brought solemn feelings upon me, making

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me think that the time was drawing nigh when I should be called to stand before my God. The hills seemed to be getting higher and higher, and the trees looked as though they had been standing a century. "My God, have mercy upon me!" was my prayer. "Have mercy!" When shall I ever have a chance to look at these trees any more in this world? I am now 75 years of age, and the good Lord has spared me to again see the spot of ground where I used to play when but ten years old. I am surprised! I am! My God knows it to be the truth.

        I returned to the post-office and sold a book to a lady, who signed her name, "Mrs. Waltower, for a book, $1.50." Then I returned the buggy to the lady who owned it, and, as the pastor had come back, called upon him. As we were total strangers, we introduced ourselves, and as he intended having love feast that night he asked me to come out, and I did so, but they did not have the anticipated love-feast. Instead, they asked me to preach, and I consented, as I always accept of an invitation of that kind, because it affords me a great deal of pleasure to speak for my Lord and Master, particularly among strangers. Then, in the county where I was born and raised, it was very pleasant to tell them of my birthplace. They appeared glad to hear me talk about it. I spent the night with that lady, and the next morning went on the train to Jesup, where I soon got a lodging place.

        Visiting the city next day I found the Mayor to be the same gentleman that filled the office when I was there several years before, and it appeared to give him much satisfaction to say to me, "Go ahead, old gentleman, and sell all the books you can. I gave you leave before, and I do the same now. I am not prepared to buy one, but I give you a chance to sell all you can." I said, "I find you just as kind-hearted towards me as you have been in days gone by." He answered, "I am, and you know I helped you before when you were in this city."

        I started out with my books, and found friends, as I always do. I met a lady whose husband had purchased one of the books at Dublin, and she appeared truly glad to see me, from the way she spoke to me in the presence of her mother. She said she would buy a book if she had the money, but had not a dollar with her; that if her husband came Saturday night she would get one. He did come, but had not the time to go and see his dear wife. On Monday, when I went back, she felt very sad about it, but, thanks to the good Lord! her brother bought one of them, and I know she is happy in reading it.

        I spent the Sabbath in that place, preaching twice for the M. E. Church. They gave me ten cents, bless the Lord!

        I went from that place to Blackshear, Ga. Arrived safely and found my way to the pastor's house. After a while he informed me he would have to send me to a boarding house, so I picked myself up and went there. Tried to sell my books in the village. The Mayor bought one, and gave me permission to sell as many as I could. Canvassed the place, but did not do

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much business. However, the warm-hearted friends gave me some money, so I was enabled to pay my good sister for my bed and breakfast, seventy-five cents.

        Left that place and next stopped at Waycross, Ga. Called on Rev. S. Nelson, the man who stood by me, when I went through that place years ago, and was unjustly arrested by the police for doing so. But the good brother took me to the Mayor that night, and that official told him to see that policeman and tell him to give me back my checks, which he had taken as security until next morning, and he was obliged to deliver them up that night. I found this dear brother, Rev. Nelson, just as pleasant as before. He took me in again, and I spent five days with him. He is the head teacher in the Waycross school. When I was about to leave his house, I asked for my bill, and it was reported as nothing, but as I did not feel disposed to leave without paying something, I presented him one of my books. He went with me to see the Mayor, but he was not at home, so I called next day, but he was still absent. His lady told me to see the Mayor pro tem., Mr. A. J. Miller, who was, she said, a Christian gentleman. I found him to be all that the lady had declared him to be. He did not buy one of my books, but told me to go on selling them, which I did. In a short time one of the Marshals met me and asked if I was selling a book. I told him I was trying to do that very thing. "Have you got any authority to do so?" he inquired. "I have, my dear sir," said I. "Mr. A. J. Miller gave me permission, and told me that if anybody interfered with me to send them to him." "All right." he replied, and I went on my way rejoicing. Pretty soon a policeman came along. "Well, are you selling a book?" "Yes, sir, I am trying to, and I want you to buy one." "Are you authorized to do so?" "Yes, sir, the Mayor pro tem. gave me leave." "Well, that is all right. I am the man who arrested you some time ago." "Is that so?" "It is," said he. "But the Mayor let me loose that night, and when I saw him next morning, and showed him my authority, he said there was no charge for selling such books, because I was doing great good to my race. I wanted to see you the next day, but you were not about the depot.'

        The day I was going to leave Waycross, I met the same Marshal, and said, "My dear sir, I will do what the devil has never done to you--that is, to tell you good-bye, for his Satanic majesty has never said that to you." He laughed at that, and then I told him good-bye, sure enough.

        Then I took the train for this place, where I am writing these lines, the 22d of February. I am much surprised at being here, but the good Lord knows all things. Thursday night I preached at the Baptist Church. The people seemed to be well pleased with my sermon. After the services, I came down to the front part of the pulpit and told the congregation that I had promised their pastor that I would induce his members to buy one of my books and present it to him, and they did so after

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he had gone around among them and taken up a collection, amounting to 50 cents, which he gave me. I told the members I wanted to stop with some one near the church, after services were over, because my boarding house was a long way off. I was taken home by a very nice lady and her husband, and spent the night in a splendid bed. It made me feel happy after laboring so hard with them.

        I preached on the millenium glory of Christ, and they appeared to be perfectly carried away with what I had to say about it, for they had never before heard of it, and it made me feel happy. Yea! it did my soul good.

        I went to the city next morning to see some of my friends who had invited me to visit them before leaving. They gave me of their mite, in money. While canvassing, I came across an aged veteran who had lost his right arm in battle, I suppose, and when I told him I used to hire his brother's servant in the days of slavery, he said he would buy one of my books for old acquaintance sake, which he did. He also signed my paper, and you will see his name on the Valdosta list.

        So I bade Valdosta good-bye, and am here in Thomasville, a city I have visited several times before, and I hope I may do as well as I have done in the past. Taking a hack at the depot, I went to a boarding house, where I was made welcome. The next day I went to see the Mayor, who said that if my book was a religious one no license would be required. "Sell all you can," said he. "Thank you, sir, I responded, and I started out with them. I met many kind-hearted friends and sold several books in this city. An old gentleman and lady bought one, read it through and were so well pleased with it they sent it back to me, so I might sell it once more and get another $1.50. I must confess it made me happy to think that I, an old man, could write a book that would please any individual so much that he would return it to me and let me sell the same copy again, so I could get more money out of it. It is grand! Thanks be unto the good Lord for it! I spent several days here, preaching in the M. E. Church Sunday night.

        Bidding the people good-bye, I boarded the train for Albany, then for Macon, en-route for home, and here 1 am today penning this, surprised that it is so. I stayed at home a week. The Sabbath I spent at the A. M. E. Church, preaching for the pastor, Rev. Johnson, and helping him administer the Lord's Supper.

        I left home March 19th for Savannah; went to a boarding house, being received with delight. I had stopped some time with these friends before. The lady and her husband were truly rejoiced to see me once more. They were Mr. and Mrs. Larry. I spent the night with them, and in the morning took a hack to the S., F. & W. Railroad depot, bound for Jacksonville, Fla. The railroad company granted me half rates, and I must say it assisted me much, and 1 am truly grateful to them for it, as my funds were very short just then. The conductor was a very

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nice gentleman indeed. He bought one of my books and paid me $1.50.

        I arrived safely in Jacksonville. The hack soon took me to the house of the pastor, whom I found at home. He received me with delight. It looked like he, his lady and two children would kiss me, not having seen me for a year. "Come in, my brother--make yourself at home." I did so. I slept in the same room, in the second story. I spent a week with this good brother; preached for him once, and spoke to his Sunday School. Before I left his house he took a collection for me, which footed up $3.20. I told the congregation in the morning that I had visited them and preached for them three times, but had never received even twenty-five cents. So the pastor told them to buy my books. He said if they did not by ten o'clock that night he would be compelled to lift a collection for Brother Anderson, for he never comes begging, as do some other ministers, but only tries to sell his books. "If you all don't buy of him, I will give him a collection." And he kept his word. I believe it made him rejoice to do so, because I had preached at the A. M. E. Cherch, and Pastor Lee had given me $3.40, while three of his members had bought one of my books and presented it to him. J. B. L. Williams bought one from me, and just as I left his house, gave me the money, $1.50. I returned him one dollar, which I intended to give him for his kindness to me, but he very respectfully refused any compensation, so his lady consented to receive it.

        I delivered discourses in two of the Baptist Churches, and induced their members to present the pastors, Revs. Ross and Waldon, a copy each, of my book. The dear brother with whom I stopped went with me to see the Mayor of the city, who cheerfully gave me liberty to sell all the books I could.

        "I would buy one myself if I had the money, but go ahead and I will see that nobody disturbs you."

        I returned him my sincere thanks, then told him what had occurred between myself and the Mayor of Birmingham, Ala., whom I went to see about selling my book in that city. Before mentioning that, however, I handed him my appeal, so he could see what I was doing. He bought and paid for one of my books, then I asked if there wonld be any charge for selling them in the city. He replied, "Oh, yes! $6.00." So I offered him his dollar, but he refused to take it.

        "I suppose your book is worth a dollar," said he.

        "Oh, yes!" I replied, "but I don't feel disposed to pay $6.00 for a license, when I don't know whether I shall be able to sell one or not.

        Then I offered him his money again. He would not take it, but said,

        "I will give you a license myself." So he did.

        I told the Mayor of Jacksonville this tale, and he enjoyed a hearty laugh over it. Then I shook hands with him, bade him God-speed, and he said, "I hope you will do well in the city."

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        I did not sell as great as a number to the citizens as I did before, as times appeared to be very dull. But thanks to my good friends of that city who purchased my book. I visited the hotels, with one exception, where I was given permission to sell my book in the front part of the house. I came in contact with many strangers who readily bought of me, giving me twenty-five cents, fifty cents, and some a dollar, for all of which I feel very grateful. In that manner I got along very well in the city, although the financial depression was keenly felt, but I trusted in the good Lord, who carried me through.

        After spending a week or more in Jacksonville, Florida, I boarded the train for this place, where I find myself to-night writing this book. Arriving here safely, I employed a hack and was carried to the home of good Brother Patterson, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He was not at home at the time, but his good lady informed me that he had arranged for me to be entertained at Mr. Pappy's hotel. I sent my baggage to the hotel and at this writing I find myself comfortably situated in one of the rooms. I have been in the city three days, and the good Lord has been with me ever since my arrival here. I will now say "good night" until I can say more.

        But before I get too far away from Jacksonville let me relate a little incident that occurred in church after services: There came a man to me, a perfect stranger, and after tendering his hand, said:

        "You resemble my father."

        "Is that so?" I asked.

        "Yes," said the man. "And it would give me pleasure to present to you with a coat, if acceptable," he added.

        "Certainly I will accept it," was my reply.

        "Then I will bring it to you," said he.

        "Many thanks!" was my reply.

        The man complied with his promise, and brought me a very nice dress coat, of which I am not ashamed. It was a perfect fit, and looked as though it had been cut for me. Thanks to the good Lord for all these good these things, for I give unto Him praises for all such gifts.

        "I love the Lord because he first loved me."

        I am at work in this place, and will let you know all about my labors before I leave here.

        I was invited to preach at the African Methodist Episcopal Church last night, and I accepted and preached to a small congregation. The pastor stated that he was compelled to meet the Presiding Elder at the hall on account of business of importance, and that I could preach to his people if I felt so disposed.

        The pastor left the church, and I suppose met the Presiding Elder at the lodge.

        I arose and stated to his members that I disliked to fill the pulpit in the absence of the pastor, but if it was their desire for me to preach to them to kindly take the front seats, which would signify that they wanted to hear me.

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        They expressed their desire by moving forward, and I was compelled to preach to them, although it was a hard task. I had a great deal of trouble in keeping some of them awake. It appeared to me that they had become exhausted from a hard day's labor, and were tired and sleepy.

        After I had finished my sermon, I stated to the congregation that I promised their pastor to give them an opportunity to buy one of my books for him. Not having the money with which to buy, I dismissed the congregation and went to my lodging house. After my usual prayer, I retired, and slept soundly throughout the night.

        This morning I arose from my bed, and after dressing myself I bowed before my God, again asking his protection of me for this day, and that I might not be insulted by no one, but meet with their approbation. So now let me relate the day's work.

        I went to the college, colored, first, and met the principal of the school, and he treated me with a great deal of respect, and had me to address his school. I did so, with a great deal of pleasure. I told the children a great many things that they never heard, but it was all true. After getting through with them the teacher responded to my remarks, and said that he was truly glad that I came, and also, carrying in with me a history of my life, he failed not to buy one of them, and signed his name to my list of names--"S. A. Jordan, principal of the school. I buy this book to encourage the reverend brother, $1.50."

        I bade the teacher goodbye and came to the postoffice, then I went across to the priest to see if he was at home, and in ringing the bell, there came a little girl to the door. I asked of her if the priest was in, she stated that he was not in at present, but while I was talking with her there came another priest to the door to look out. I said to him "Good morning, sir;" he handed me his hand, but tried to push me back with his hand in mine. I said to him, "Why are you trying to push me back in that sly way?" Then I handed him my book that he might see what I was doing, then he hand me 25 cents then; he began to smile or laugh, because I told him I understood all such as that. So I bid him good-bye and went to the stand where a great many persons generally come every day to look out on the river, and to get a cup of that good water to drink, so I had a chance to speak to a great many about myself and the book, also one or two gave me their money to the amount of 75 cents. Then I went upstairs into a lawyer's office and he gave me 50 cents, and another gentleman did the same. I went to that fine building of Mr. Flagler's to see if I could not see him. I found his lady sitting on the front part of the house, and I spoke to her and told her that I was selling a book that I had written myself after being a slave, and had bought myself. She was much surprised at that, and called her husband's attention to that and asked him to give her some money and he did so, and she gave me $2.00 and signed her name to my list--Mrs. H. M. Flagler. Then I told her that I

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wanted to see her husband, she told me to step around the front part of the house and I did so, and had a chance to speak to him, and after looking through the blinds I saw him, "Well," said he unto me, "Am I good looking?" I said that he looked all right, as I wanted to have it said that I saw the man who built this fine hotel.

        I then left and came to the hotel. I found several gentlemen sitting out in the front part of the building, and I had a chance to speak to them and sold a book to one of them. I spent the day in peace and happiness, and returned to my room to rest my weary body, with $7.00 for my day's labor. Thanks be unto my Lord for it, because I believe that the good Lord touches the hearts of some of my friends so that they have sympathy for an old man like myself. I pray for it and I get it, and I give the Lord credit for it. Good night; and may the Lord bless all who may buy and read this book of mine.

        I went up to the old Fort to look at it once more in life; the old Fort is named Fort Marion. My old mistress had a daughter by the name of Marion. I did not know why she was called by that name, but I suppose she named her after the Fort, as it was turned over to the United States by the British in 1819, the same year that I was born; it is now seventy-five years since then. My old mistress' daughter, Marion, and myself could not get along together very well. She appeared to dislike me, and I could not understand it. One day she was setting out some flowers under the water shelf; they were beneath the place where they would wash their faces and hands. There was some water in the basin, and I threw it out upon the ground; I did not discover that she was under the shelf and she got a little wet. She told her mother that I did it on purpose; I did not, but her mother told her to go and get a switch to whip me with, and she ran and got one, but it turned out to be a poison switch and she happened to get the worst of it, for every year in the spring she would break out in great sores. I was truly sorry for her, but this was when I was a lad about the house. After she became a woman she got married to my brother, by father's side, and she became friendly towards me. She is now in the cold hands of death and I am still alive, by the grace of my God. I speak of this because I was up on the top of Fort Marion yesterday, March 23d, 1894.

        This is Monday, April 2d. Yesterday I labored hard in the St. John's M. E. Church. I preached in the morning upon the subject of Esther. My text was--"If I perish, I perish." The good Lord appeared to have been in our midst.

        The pastor bought one of my books and the children of the Sunday School did the same. I have spent two weeks in the city of St. Augustine, and have done well. The good people have been kind and the Lord has been my friend. The hotel men gave me permission to sell at their place, and that gave me a chance to see many strangers and enabled me to sell my books. Quite a number of persons gave me money simply to help an old man along, for which I render thanks to the Lord.

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        This is a fine place for sulphur water, and for sea breeze in winter and summer. If you want to be healthy in the winter, come to St. Augustine, Fla. I have made more here in the two weeks of my stay than in any other place except Augusta, Ga. I made more in that city than in any other place in Georgia. I am at a loss for words with which to express myself in regard to the kindness I have received since I have been in the city. Friends after friends have given me money without buying a book. Dollar after dollar has been handed me by strangers who never saw me before--simply giving to assist me along, as they saw I was far advanced in life. These good friends will be rewarded. I shall leave this place sorrowfully.

        April 3d, 1894. I went to the parsonage yesterday and met with a gentleman that had purchased a book of me last winter. He said,

        "Were you not here a year or so ago?"

        "Yes, sir; I was here about that time," I answered.

        "I bought a book of you."

        "Is that so?"

        "Yes, I did, and gave it to a friend of mine," said he.

        "How did you like it?" I inquired.

        "Very well indeed. What are you doing now?"

        "I am selling another book with a hard back, which is more durable, I replied.

        "What are you selling that at?"

        "One dollar and fifty cents," said I.

        "Well, I will take one of them, also," said the stranger, in a very kind way.

        "I am glad to meet with you," said I.

        "Thank you, sir. I am in hopes you will do well," said he.

        I am here for the last time. I have done very well all during my stay in the city. This morning I must bid the place goodbye. Last night I took supper at the parsonage, and had a very pleasant time.

        I took the Savannah, Florida and Western Railroad for this place; I arrived safe and found myself a lodging place over a boarding house. Thanks be unto the good Lord, I found one by the help of the good pastor of the A. M. E. Church, and after resting a little, myself and the pastor of the M. E. Church, a young man, went across the river to see the Mayor of the village. The river is named Halifax; it has a long bridge across it to a hotel, built by Mr. Flagler, as I am told. I walked across it and found my way to the Mayor's house; it is just on the edge of a large orange grove, the largest that I have ever seen. I saw a fig tree that attracted my attention.

        I said to the Mayor that I always made it my first business whenever I went to a city or a town, to go and see the head authority, and that I came to see him as I was told that he was in authority.

        "I am the Mayor," said he, "and what can I do for you?"

        "Well, sir, read this, if you please;" and I handed him my

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book. He read it and gave me 50 cents, and bid me good luck in selling my books.

        "Thank you, sir," said I.

        I then went to the splendid hotel to see the proprietor, and he told me his name was Anderson as well as mine. I was glad of that, because the name of Anderson has always been a good name to me. He came in and I introduced myself to him and then showed him my book. He read it and said to me:

        "You can show it to my guests around the hotel; come out here in front where you can have a good chance to see them; here is a table and take this rocking chair; spread your books on this table, and if you wish any supper I will give you as good a one as I have in the hotel; make yourself satisfied."

        "Thank you, sir; I am glad to meet you."

        I sat down, but I thought it best for me to take my book around and show it to the boarders, and I did so; and by that means I sold one or two of them that afternoon, but as the hotel man was polite to me and asked me to stay to supper, I thought in my mind that I would leave and come back the next day, and I did so. The next day I went back and had a chance to look around his fine orange grove, for he has the largest of all kinds that I have ever looked upon. I went where the men were boxing them up. I said to one of them:

        "I am glad to have a chance to look at this grove; it is splendid. Are they sweet?" I asked.

        "Oh, yes," he said; "would you like to try one?"

        "Yes," I replied.

        "Well, here is a half dozen," said he.

        "Thank you, sir," I replied.

        I began eating and found them to be very fine.

        I went further down the beach to take a look at the Atlantic ocean once more during my life. While there I went to the hotel and inquired for the proprietor. He was pointed out to me, and I handed him one of my books in order that he might see what I was doing. I then asked permission to canvass among the guests, which request was readily granted.

        After realizing all that I could from the sale of my book, I left the beach, stopping along the road to look at the trees of the forests. As I passed along it appeared to me that a storm or a tornado had once visited this forest, as all the trees were inclined in one direction, and I thought of the power of the wind.

        I came back to that excellent hotel, situated between the Atlantic ocean and the Halifax river. Right here I wish to say that if you desire a winter breath you can get it by visiting Ormond, Fla., for I have found it to be a most pleasant winter and summer resort. Mr. Anderson is the proprietor of the hotel at this place, and he makes everybody feel at home. You can go out into his orange grove and satisfy your appetite for oranges, as they are plentiful and of the sweet variety.

        I visited the hotel several times, and Mr. Anderson spared no efforts in making me feel comfortable and at home.

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        In selling my books, I succeeded remarkably well at this place. It is a new village, but I believe it will soon become a large city. A large number of the houses are located out in the woods at present. I must confess that I did better here than I done in much larger cities. The citizens, generally, are kind and hospitable, and some of them treated me as if I were an angel.

        I preached in three of the churches, and endeavored to leave a good impression upon the minds of my hearers, that they might take warning and become good Christians, and that God might bless them. I must leave them to-day, with the promise that if the good Lord would enable me I would return to see them all again. So "good-bye" to Ormond, Fla., this the 7th day of April, 1894.

        I left that place for Daytona, Fla., and safely arriving there I was directed to a boarding house, where I was made a welcome guest. After a little rest a good brother by the name of Walker took me around to see the Mayor of the city. We found him at his office, and introducing myself I informed him of my errand, and stated to him that my home was in Georgia.

        "Well," said the Mayor, "I once lived in Georgia myself."

        I then handed him one of my books to convince him of my business, when he said:

        "I was in Georgia during the war, and was shot twice. I am a wounded man," said the Mayor.

        "Is it possible?"

        "Oh, yes!"

        "I am not prepared to buy one of your books, but will give you liberty to sell them in this city, besides speaking a good word for you at the hotel and telling them I sent you there. I reckon you can sell some books up there."

        "Thank you, sir."

        So I left him and went to the post office to inquire for a letter, but, to my sorrow, found none. On returning to the boarding house I met the brother, a very intelligent and kind person, and he bought one of my books, after only a few words, as I was a colored man.

        "What is the price?"

        "A dollar and a half."

        "Well, I will take one of them and sign my name to your hand-book. Here it is--J. C. M. Combs. I am truly rejoiced at the opportunity of buying a book from you, my dear sir, for I take great pleasure in reading works written by members of our own race. I wish you to enjoy yourself while here. In the morning we will go to the church, where I will introduce you to the pastor."

        He did so, and the pastor got me to lecture to his Sunday School. Then he took me home to dinner. At his request I preached for him that night. Then he made an appointment for me to preach to-night.

        I worked around town to-day, so I might make a true report, and if you wish to live in a city that is well shaded by palmetto

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trees, and where the houses are far apart, this ought to suit you. It is on the Halifax river, contains many new, fine houses, and there are plenty of lots for sale. Come and see for yourself. The soil is rich. I have been much worried all day about my books, which were sent to the wrong place. I tried to find them by telegraphing, which cost me $2.00. Bless the good Lord! I found out where they were, and will get them, but have lost two days, doing nothing. Everybody must pray for me, that I may do well. I have to pray very hard that the good Lord will so enable me to live in this world that I may not bring reproach on His cause. He has promised to help those who put their trust in Him.

        So, after all, I got my books. I sold several of them to-day. The white friends seem to like them very much and to enjoy buying them because of their being the writing of a colored person, and an old one, besides. Thank God! they are not ashamed to buy of me or to give me their money.

        Yesterday I crossed the Halifax river, and circulated among the citizens over there, many of whom treated me very kindly, giving me money and oranges. I enjoyed myself very nicely, mingling with white and colored alike, which was an evidence of my appreciation of their treatment, while they appeared to be very kind and clever.

        I came back across the river, and as I had to preach at the African Methodist Episcopal Church at night, I retired to my room in search of a little rest, that I might be prepared to perform my duty in this capacity. At night I preached to a small congregation, and at times was compelled to reprimand them in order to touch them in the right spirit. Getting their attention, I endeavored to preach to them of the glory of Christ, as I deemed it my duty to do so, this being my first opportunity of appearing in their pulpit.

        After preaching was over I induced the members to buy one of my books and donate the same to their pastor. In return for my kindness the pastor suggested that a collection be taken up in my behalf, the suggestion resulting in a contribution of one dollar. Several members purchased books from me, and were loud in their expressions of good luck to me. After shaking hands with all I bade them "good-bye," and asked that the blessings of God be with them forever.

        I went around the city to-day, and also crossed the river again. I crossed on a Northern bridge. This trip was made for the purpose of selling more books. Returning, I became engaged in a conversation with a gentleman, and while crossing the river I remarked to him:

        "I would be glad, sir, if you would look at my book, and carefully note its contents."

        "I do not care so much about the book, but here is a dollar for it," said the gentleman, as he carelessly turned the leaves.

        "Thank you, sir," I replied.

        "Quite welcome," said he.

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        From this we dropped into conversing upon the current events of the day. When we reached the office he kindly paid my fare for me, an evidence of a generous heart and a feeling of friendship towards me. May God bless that man for his deeds of goodness, and while I may never see him again on earth it is my earnest desire that we meet in Heaven and spend eternity together, mingling with the bright-winged hosts in the presence of the Great Ruler.

        There are a great many things I can say in regard to this place. In traveling around the city to-day I stopped at a house where I saw the largest cabbage I have ever seen during my life. I suppose five of them weigh about one hundred pounds, if not more. There were roasting ears of corn, too, ready for table use, and this on April 12th. These things are found in the city of Daytona, Fla., perhaps the most pleasant resort in the land of flowers; the atmosphere is pure, the water sulphuric, and the citizens claim that it is healthy.

        I have been treated well ever since my arrival here, and if I never see this place again I will never forget the hospitality of its good people. Yet it is my desire to return some time in the future.

        I have been traveling around the place this morning, and had met up with as much kind treatment as I did the first day I came into the place. I went to see the pastor of the M. E. Church, and while he did not buy one of my books, he wrote me a recommendation to some of his friends in the North, so whenever I go there that they might know who I am, and assist me in selling my books.

        I went across the river again to see an aged minister, and see if I could sell him one of my books. He read my appeals and then went in the house and brought me his father's biography, or a book of his, and after giving me fifty cents offered to exchange with me for one of mine, and I did so. After some few words we shook hands, and bade each other good-bye.

        I came back across the river again, and I met up with a young man who said to me, "Have you got one of your books with you?"

        "Yes," said I.

        "Let me have one of them."

        I did so, and after looking at it for some time he bought it.

        Then I went into a real estate man's office, and after he had searched my book through he gave me fifty cents, with the understanding that when my book came out, and bore the name of Anderson's imprint, he would take one of the books. So I agreed to that.

        Then I left his office and went upstair in a dentist's office, and had a good time with him. He said that he was truly glad that I came into his office. He said that he did not have any money for me, but after I came down stairs he hoisted the window and threw me down twenty-five cents. So I bade him good-bye. I went to the postoffice. I returned back to my boarding

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place in order that I might get my dinner for the last time. I asked my good brother my bill, "$2.00," said he. I paid it with delight. In staying in that place I found it to be a dry place or city. The jail house is built over the water, but there was no one in the jail while I was in the place. No grog shops were to be found about it.

        I left the city and took the train for this place. I arrived safely, and found myself a boarding house. Then, after a little rest, I started for the hotel. I inquired for the keeper of it, and behold, it was a lady. She carried me to a gentleman that appeared to be unwell. He looked at my paper then gave me twenty-five cents. The lady asked me would I not come and preach for them. I told her that I would do so; therefore I went, and I had a white congregation to preach to, and they gave me, after preaching was over, $2.00. So I can say that I preached in this place at the hotel, the 14th day of April, 1894, in Port Orange, Fla.

        On Sunday morning at 9 o'clock. I went to the A. M. E. Church with a little boy to visit the Sabbath school. There was a fine attendance; I had a chance to speak to them, and I did so. After we got through we dismissed them with the blessing of God. I then came back to the house that I was boarding at; after dinner I went to the same church again and preached for them in the afternoon. There were but a few present, but I did the best I could with them; some of them looked as if they wanted to go to sleep, and I had to try and keep them from doing so; for that reason it made me feel displeased. After preaching they had their class meeting; I then dismissed them and went back to my boarding place and laid down and took my usual rest. After a while a man came after me to go the Primitive Baptist Church; he informed me that the pastor wanted me to come and preach for them. I went and did so, by the help of my good Lord, and after the sermon was over I asked the members to present their minister with one of my books, and they did so. I then dismissed them and returned to my lodging place. The distance I had to walk was about two miles, but thanks be unto God, in the afternoon, when I returned from the church I found my good brother, J. C. McCombs, waiting for me with $3.00 that two individuals had given him to buy books of me, and he walked four miles to bring me the money, which shows plainly that he has a very high regard for me. He lives in Daytona, Fla., where I had just come from. He has a fine library and a set of nice books, but that did not prevent him from buying one of my books. I will leave this place this afternoon.

        I took the train for this place; I arrived safe and found my way to a lodging place. I was conducted by a Baptist preacher to the home of the Methodist Episcopal preacher, but as he did not have any room in his house, he took me to another preacher's house, where I was made welcome; and after a little rest I started for the city, in order that I might see the Mayor, but

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before I reached the Mayor I met a gentleman who was sitting on his gate; I introduced myself to him and gave him my blank book to read; he read it and bought one of my books. I went into several houses as I passed along down to the Mayor's store; I found him and introduced myself to him. He read my appeal, and then asked me what I wanted him to do for me. I told him that I wanted him to buy one of my books. He said that he was not prepared to buy at that time, but I could go ahead and sell them. I started, and I am yet at it in this place, New Smyrna, Florida.

        I find the city to be well watered with sulphur water. The whole place is shaded by big palmetto and oak trees, and is on the shore of the river. Looking over the river to the beach, you would think, from the appearance of the sand-banks, that you saw another city. It is beautiful in the distance. The Atlantic Ocean, just beyond the river, is very noisy all the time. In the lower portion of town are extensive oyster banks, showing that the river or the ocean were once there.

        Visiting the houses, I tried to sell my books. Bless the Lord! I met with success in some of them. Going to the pastor's house, but not knowing it to be the parsonage, I knocked, but they were at prayer. While it did my soul good to think there were others in the city, besides myself, who loved to pray, yet I felt mortified at having knocked. At the close of the devotions, they invited me in. After a few words, I showed the minister my book. He looked at it and said,

        "I have very little money, but I can give you a dress coat, if you will accept it."

        I took it, and he had me try it on, to see if it fitted me. It did fit me nicely. He offered me an overcoat, too, but I declined it. Before I left, I inquired his name. He replied that it was Fuller, and that he was pastor of the Congregational Church. I bade him good morning, and left. Being requested to bring books to two persons, I did so; both of them bought of me. Going to the house of the minister of the white Methodist Church, he requested me to call on him; I did so, and found him to be a Christian gentleman. I spent some time with him, conversing on different subjects, then I bade him good-bye. Having been invited to preach at the M. E. Church, I went there, but so few persons turned out, I did not hold forth. So we dismissed and returned home. After prayer, we said good-night, then I retired to bed. This morning finds me up and penning these words.

        Jumping on the train, Orange City was my next point. I soon found a boarding house, kept by Mr. Jones. After resting some time, I went to see the Mayor, whom I found in his fine residence. I soon saw he was a gentleman, for he bought one of my books, besides giving me permission to sell. As the result of my efforts, a number were disposed of. At night I went to the A. M. E. Church, and preached, by the request of the minister. After the sermon, I requested the members to present their pastor one of my books. They collected ninety cents toward it, but

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failed to get up the whole sum, so the minister gave me the money, and put out an appointment for me the next night.

        I have been traveling around the city the entire day, and find that it was properly named when called Orange City. This city has the largest groves surrounding it of any of the many places I have already visited in this State. The city is "dry," and when I say dry, it means that there is no whiskey sold here. I am informed that no one has spent a night in jail here within the past six years, and this speaks well for the people of this section of Florida.

        The people have been generous and kind towards me since my first appearance at this place. I preached at the African Methodist Episcopal Church last night. At the conclusion of my sermon the congregation contributed one dollar for my benefit, for which I feel very grateful.

        The pastor showed me every courtesy and made me feel at home, and when I asked for my bill he said:

        "One dollar and a half."

        "All right; here it is," said I. "Well, my brother, I leave you to-day. You have treated me very kindly, and I hope to meet you again some day."

        Having spent several days in Orange City I bade all "good-bye." I realized about fourteen dollars from the sale of my books here in two days, and I now invoke the blessings of God upon all of the people of this place, especially to Brother S. D. Jones and his good wife.

        I boarded the train and departed from Orange City. I arrived safely at Sanford, Fla., on April 21st, 1894. I hired a hack and went in search of a boarding house. I visited the home of a lady with whom I had previously boarded, but she having removed I was forced to seek other quarters. I was not long in finding a place, and am now writing these lines in a cosy little dressing room which has been assigned to me. I thank God for the comforts I am now enjoying. This is the 22d day of the month, and it finds me well and hearty. I hope the good Lord will continue to bless me in the way he has done ever since I left my home in Georgia.

        This is the 23d day of April. I preached at the Methodist Episcopal Church yesterday; also at the African Methodist Episcopal Church last night. At the conclusion of my sermon last night, a contribution of two dollars was tendered me. I also addressed the Sabbath school in the morning, and the little children seemed delighted with what I had to say.

        I visited the Mayor of the city and found him to be a most affable gentleman. He said:

        "Are your books of a religious nature? If so, there is no license to be paid on their sale."

        "They are," I replied.

        "Well, then, the law is fixed that you will have to pay no license, and you are at liberty to sell all you can," said the Mayor, and the same time wishing me success.

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        "Thank you, sir. Good morning!" said I, as I passed out of his office into the street.

        Having gained the information which I desired regarding the license, I felt at liberty to sell all the books possible. I started out to see as many of my friends as I could, but I found that Mr. Hard Times had called just previous to my visit. I gathered a little from first one and then the other until I had finished the day's work. By the help of the Lord, I accomplished something. The citizens spoke kindly to me during the day, and I am always glad to come in contact with such noble people--people who, when they have nothing to give, are ever ready to speak a word of kindness. It adds much to the cheerfulness of this world, and does incalculable good.

        I traveled a part of the city over again to-day. I went down to the boat landing, and met an old lady who bought one of my books with a great deal of pleasure. I met several friends on the platform and they spoke to me very kindly. This has been a very pleasant day, although there has not been any rain for several weeks in this place, but there is plenty of water in the city from the artesian wells. I traveled the city again to-day to see if I could not sell some more of my books. I went across the river to look at the boat coming from Jacksonville; I went aboard of her to see the Captain, and had a chance to speak to him in regard to my book. I told him that last winter I went aboard of the boat and the Captain gave me $1.00.

        "I am the man," he said.

        "Is that so? Thank you, sir, for it."

        "Well," he said, "you must excuse me this time; my pay-day is too far off."

        "I will, my dear sir; but can I look around for a lady that I know?"

        "Oh, yes, you can do that, and remain on board and go to the next landing."

        I did not lose anything by going down to the boat; several friends gave me some money. I came back across the river and went from one house to another to see if I could not sell some books or get a little more money. I did get a little from first one and then another. I found the ladies in this place to be as kind as any I ever met in any place. They are very small but they are sweet-looking and kind in speaking; then they will give 25 cents to an old man like myself. I sold a book after dark to an old lady; after conversing a while with her she agreed to buy it, and paid $1.50.

        I preached at the A. M. E. Church to-night; the members gave their pastor a book of mine at $1.50. I then dismissed them, shook hands with them, and bid them God speed. I then returned to the house where I am boarding. The brother that I am stopping with bought one of my books also.

        I am now at Orlando, Fla. I arrived safe and took a hack in search of a boarding place. I found one after a while, and am now at the house penning these lines. I went to see the Mayor

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the first thing; I found him to be a very pleasant gentleman. He did not buy one of my books, but gave me permission to sell as many as I could. I sold one to a lady who keeps a hotel; she bought it with a great deal of pleasure. I went to another fine-looking orange grove; as I went up to the house a lady met me at the door and gave me a chair to sit in. Then she took my book into the house, and in a short time returned with $1.00 in her hand and gave it to me. "Thank you ma'm," I said. "Goodbye."

        Going to the court house, I went into some of the offices. A gentleman presented me fifty cents, for which I thanked him. So you see, I got a start here. I met numerous kind friends while traveling around to-day. A minister was the first one; he presented me twenty-five cents, to show his good wishes. A lady made me rejoice by giving me fifty cents and a tumbler of buttermilk. I knew then I had a friend, although far from my home. A gentleman told me he was glad of the opportunity of helping me, then proved it by giving me fifty cents. I must say the ladies of this town are very kind indeed, besides being so pleasant. I hope to have much more to say about them. On this my last day here, I did as well as on any previous one. I met some of the best people in town, and was welcomed to a nice dinner by Mrs. Alexander, a colored lady, who kept a boarding house. The Lord bless them for their kindness to me, and keep them from all harm.

        I worked hard in the M. E. Church yesterday, at eleven o'clock, A. M.; visited the A. M. E. Church in the afternoon; by request, led in prayer, the good Lord helping me. At night I went back, and being desired to lead in the singing of the first hymn, I did so, then being given the privilege of speaking, I told the congregation I had visited the city twice, but never was asked by any minister (with one exception) to preach there. Therefore I desired them to know that I was called of the good Lord to that work when about thirty years old, away back in slavery times. "And now I am 75 years of age; the Lord has been kind to me; he is with me still; and whether you desire me to preach or not, it is all well with me. So let us sing,


                         "Father, I stretch my hands to thee,
                         No other help I know;
                         If thou withdraw thyself from me,
                         Ah! whither shall I go?"

        After the singing of the hymn, I sat down. Then the pastor got up and told them that Brother Anderson bore down very heavily, but that it was all true. He also said much more on the subject than I would put in this book.

        I left Orlando May 1st, 1894, going on the train to Sanford, en-route for this city, Gainesville, Fla. On getting here I hunted up this house. After supper I went to the church, where class-meeting was to be held. Going in, I seated myself on the front bench, so they might see me. After a while, when there was an

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opportunity, I got up and told them I desired to say a few words.

        "Is this a Methodist Church?"

        "Yes," some one replied.

        "Well, I wish to say something, in the name of my Lord and Master. I was born in the year of our Lord 1819, on the 22d of February. Then I was born again, in 1839, and joined the Methodist Episcopal Church, because there was no other Methodist Church then, fifty-five years ago. Churches were not as numerous then as they are now."

        This being the 1st day of May, 1894, I am here to let you all know that I am not a baby in my Master's cause. I was here a year ago in this church, but I was not noticed as a brother, but as a stranger. I had my head held down as a little puppy, but thanks be unto God you have a Christian minister this year that has always treated me as a brother I want you all to know that I will remain in the city for several days selling my books, for that is my business in this place, so let us shake hands before we part, and they all came forward and shook hands with me, and all appeared to be happy. I bade them good night and left for the house where I was stopping, and met my good brother at the door, and he said to me,

        "Howdy?"

        I said the same to him.

        "I was not at home when you came this afternoon?"

        "No," said I, "you were not."

        "Well, I am not prepared to take you. I have no one to fix up the room for you. My wife is gone away, and therefore I am not prepared to take you as I did before."

        "Well, all right" said I to him, "I can go to the A. M. E. Church and have the minister to get me a place to stop at. But I thought you being a member of the same church I am, I felt it my duty to come to your house, but if I am not acceptable I can retire."

        "Well," said he to me, "you appeared to have been dissatisfied with me when you left here before, because I did not buy one of your books."

        "Well," as to that, I was, because I thought you could do that much to assist me in paying my board, and you would not, but made me pay you; and that is why I felt a little offended at you, but if you don't want me to stay at your house for that, then I can go."

        "Well, I suppose you are going to sell me out?"

        "Well, I shall be sure to do that very thing, because your mother said to me when I came in to-day, 'Why, I am surprised at your coming back here again.' "

        "Why," said I, to her.

        "Well, I thought that you went away dissatisfied."

        "Is that so?" 'Well I am here.' 'Let me go. I will be treated well." '

        "If you can put up with my fare you can stop."

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        "But I don't like to stop in anybody's house that don't want me. I am very independent in that direction. I am able to pay my board everywhere I go."

        "You may stay to night, but tomorrow you must look out for some other place. Yet I don't want you to do that if you cannot make up your own bed."

        "Well, so far as that is concerned I can do that."

        "Well, let us go up stairs," and up they went, and he made up the bed very nicely, brought water, and everything that was needed, and he sat down and talked with me as a gentleman should do, and he found out that he could not discourage me, and it was best for him to make a friend instead of an enemy of me. I am up stairs now writing these lines.

        I have traveled the city all the day long. I went to see the Mayor, but he being absent from the city, I was advised to consult the Mayor pro tem. I found him to be the gentleman who had previously been the Mayor of this city, and, in fact, was presiding in that official capacity during my visit to this place last year; he also purchased one of my books at that time. He, therefore, was not in need of my book, but readily gave me the privilege of canvassing the city and disposing of my literature.

        Starting out, I soon found that those who had previously purchased my books were pleased with them; so well pleased, in fact, that they rendered their satisfaction as an excuse for not buying this time. But the truth of my failure to sell is the dull times and the depression in money matters.

        My day's work amounted to only fifty cents, but this did not discourage me in the least. I went to a gentleman's door and knocked. He answered my knock, asked me in and invited me to be seated. After doing so, I handed him one of my books for inspection. He glanced over its contents, at the same time stating to me that he had no money. He offered me a cigar, and taking hold of his fingers, between which he held the rolled tobacco, I thanked him kindly, but informed him that I did not smoke. He insisted that I put it in my pocket, but I stated to him plainly that I did not want it all. While his face colored up at my flat refusal to accept a cigar, he seemed delighted with my presence. His wife came in, and she, too, appeared to be pleased with my company and endeavored to make everything pleasant for me. After conversing awhile, I said "good-bye," and left them alone at their home.

        I have been going the rounds again to-day. I visited a very fine dwelling and found the owner standing upon the front verandah. I walked up to him and asked for the privilege of talking to him, and then he informed me that he had met me in several cities. The gentleman not wanting to buy my book, he pointed out some one else standing near by to whom he said I could make a sale when he examines the book. I handed the by-stander a book for inspection, and after noting its contents, he tendered me one dollar and a half and inscribed him name upon one of the pages in my blank note book. I congratulated

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myself upon this sale, as I had been working hard the entire day and this was the only sale made. Thanking him for his patronage, I started out again and soon found myself at the office of a physician. Entering, I said:

        "Good morning!"

        "Good morning, sir," he replied very courteously.

        Then I handed him my paper book in order that he might ascertain my business. After carefully reading it, he remarked:

        "I have been thinking of drawing up a petition in behalf of myself, and circulating the same among the people. I have recently had the misfortune to lose all of my possessions."

        "Well, you are looking very pleasant to be an unfortunate man," said I.

        "It is as well to look pleasant as it is to look unpleasant," said the physician.

        "Then I told him about my visit to the gentleman's house where I was offered a cigar, and about my refusal to accept it. In turn, he related to me the story of a boy running up to him and asking for a chew of tobacco. He said to the boy:

        "Do you think that I would chew a thing that a hog or a dog would refuse to chew."

        He said the boy ran off and left him, the boy looking as if he could crawl through a very small hole.

        "That was a good reply," said I, "because a boy should be taught in time, by some one, to be polite and gentlemanly, and he should not have his own way about things. I am glad that you spoke to him in that manner, and hope the lesson will serve him well."

        So I left his office and went to see another gentleman. On my knocking, he soon responded.

        "Good morning," said I. "Will you be kind enough to read this?"

        He did so, and when he finished reading it, he said,

        "I am a poor man, just burnt out. Across the street I lost about $4,000 worth of property. I have to cook my own food, not being able to hire it done, so you must excuse me, if you please."

        "I will, my dear sir. Good-bye, and may the Lord sustain thee and keep thee from being discouraged."

        Then I left him and returned to my room. At night I went to the A. M. E. Church to hear a woman preach. I thought she did justice to the subject. She took her text from Malachi, the third chapter: "Then shall ye discern between the righteous and the wicked, and them that serve God and them that serve Him not." She did remarkably well, in my opinion. So the minister announced that she would preach again on Friday night; then we were dismissed. Returning to my lodging house I found my way in and went to bed.

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