The man in charge politely informed me that the Indian could be served, but that I could not.

I never could understand how he knew just where to draw the colour line, since the Indian and I were of about the same complexion.

The steward, however, seemed to be an expert in this manner.

I had been directed by the authorities at Hampton to stop at a certain hotel in Washington with my charge, but when I went to this hotel the clerk stated that he would be glad to receive the Indian into the house, but said that he could not accommodate me.
An illustration of something of this same feeling came under my observation afterward.

I happened to find myself in a town in which so much excitement and indignation were being expressed that it seemed likely for a time that there would be a lynching.