 I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls'...  The Souls of Black Folk - Sida 3efter W. E. B. Du Bois - 2007 - 176 sidorBegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | 1906 - 918 sidor
...framing it." This never asked, but always implied, question is : " How does it feel to be a problem ?" " In a wee wooden school-house something put it into...a package — and exchange. The exchange was merry until one girl, a tall new-comer, refused my card — refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then... | |
 | 1906 - 946 sidor
...framing it." This never asked, but always implied, question is : " How does it feel to be a problem ?" "In a wee wooden school-house something put it into...a package — and exchange. The exchange was merry until one girl, a tall new-comer, refused my card — refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then... | |
 | Alfred Holt Stone - 1908 - 588 sidor
...hills of New England" (he tells those of us who study the life of the race in its own written words) "where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea." It was there he first was made to feel the presence of "the shadow of the veil."* In a contribution... | |
 | 1897 - 962 sidor
...rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little...where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls' heads... | |
 | Mae Henderson - 1995 - 224 sidor
...boy, he was exiled by the glance of a white girl who peremptorily refused to accept his visiting-card. "In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into...visiting-cards — ten cents a package — and exchange," he writes. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card, — refused it... | |
 | Shamoon Zamir - 1995 - 316 sidor
...retreat and history, a recurring preoccupation of American romance. He evokes the dreamy landscape "where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea" in order to quickly shatter the dream, much like Irving. Du Bois's opening scene is a calculated class-... | |
 | Cary D. Wintz - 1996 - 362 sidor
...rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little...where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls' heads... | |
 | Smadar Lavie, Ted Swedenburg - 1996 - 348 sidor
...of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little...where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Tagkanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls' heads... | |
 | Ellen Gruber Garvey - 1996 - 241 sidor
...which "a shadow swept across" him, and he saw himself excluded by whites: I was a little thing. ... In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls' heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards—ten cents a package—and exchange. The exchange was merry, til one girl, a tall newcomer,... | |
 | Christopher Lane - 1998 - 464 sidor
...that the revelation [of racial difference] first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England. ... In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and girls' heads to buy gorgeous visiting... | |
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