Written from the Sea islands of South Carolina.
[Diary] 18th.
Ellen had her first adult school to-day, in the back room — nine scholars. I assisted.
The girls were much interested in seeing the people come, with their flat baskets on their heads, to the corn-house, to “take allowance,” and then sit down in the sand, and old and young fall to shelling the corn from the cob with a speed that was marvellous, the little babies toddling about or slung on the backs of their mammies, or lugged about by the older sisters, not able to stand straight under their weight. It was very picturesque.
