We rode in a colored coach and Yarnell got us a trunk to sit on. When the conductor came through he said, “Get that trunk out of the aisle, nigger!” I replied to him in this way: “We will move the trunk but there is no reason for you to be so hateful about it.” He did not say anything to that but went on taking tickets. He saw that I had brought to all the darkies’ attention how little he was. We stood up all the way but I was young and did not mind. On the way we had a good lunch of spare ribs that Yarnell had brought along in a sack.
