1 I must have walked the streets till after midnight.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter III. 2 Knowing nothing else better to do, I walked the streets.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter III. 3 At last I became so exhausted that I could walk no longer.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter III. 4 On an unusually cold and stormy day I walked the two miles to see him.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter XII. 5 In some way I managed to keep warm by walking about, and so got through the night.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter III. 6 Often I would have to walk several miles at night in order to recite my night-school lessons.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter II. 7 Frequently the husband would take his bread and meat in his hand and start for the field, eating as he walked.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter VII. 8 In the early years of the Tuskegee school I walked the streets or travelled country roads in the North for days and days without receiving a dollar.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter XII. 9 When I walked they made a fearful noise, and besides this they were very inconvenient, since there was no yielding to the natural pressure of the foot.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter I. 10 What little clothing and few household goods we had were placed in a cart, but the children walked the greater portion of the distance, which was several hundred miles.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter II. 11 By walking, begging rides both in wagons and in the cars, in some way, after a number of days, I reached the city of Richmond, Virginia, about eighty-two miles from Hampton.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter III. 12 When I had gotten within a mile or so of my home I was so completely tired out that I could not walk any farther, and I went into an old, abandoned house to spend the remainder of the night.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter IV. 13 He was so nervous about the kind of reception that I would have, and the effect that my speech would produce, that he could not persuade himself to go into the building, but walked back and forth in the grounds outside until the opening exercises were over.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter XIII. 14 Notwithstanding that the Emancipation Proclamation freed him from any obligation to his master, this black man walked the greater portion of the distance back to where his old master lived in Virginia, and placed the last dollar, with interest, in his hands.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContextHighlight In Chapter I.