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Their entry took only a fraction of a = second and the train was already speeding on as they entered the quiet car.= Most of the travelers were still sleeping, some with their heads hanging o= ff the chair arms, some stretched across two seats, and some sprawled out w= ith their feet in the aisle. Mr. Head saw two unoccupied seats and pushed N= elson toward them. "Get in there by the winder," he said in his n= ormal voice which was very loud at this hour of the morning. "Nobody c= ares if you sit there because it's nobody in it. Sit right there." &qu= ot;I heard you," the boy muttered. "It's no use in you yelling,&q= uot; and he sat down and turned his head to the glass. There he saw a pale = ghost-like face scowling at him beneath the brim of a pale ghost-like hat. = His grandfather, looking quickly too, saw a different ghost, pale but grinn= ing, under a black hat. Mr. Head sat down and settled himself and took out = his ticket and started reading aloud everything that was printed on it. Peo= ple began to stir. Several woke up and stared at him. "Take off your h= at," he said to Nelson and took off his own and put it on his knee. He= had a small amount of white hair that had turned tobacco-colored over the = years and this lay flat across the back of his head. The front of his head = was bald and creased. Nelson took off his hat and put it on his knee and th= ey waited for the conductor to come ask for their tickets. The man across t= he aisle from them was spread out over two seats, his feet propped on the w= indow and his head jutting into the aisle. He had on a light blue suit and = a yellow shirt unbuttoned at the neck. His eyes had just opened and Mr. Hea= d was ready to introduce himself when the conductor came up from behind and= growled, "Tickets." When the conductor had gone, Mr. Head gave N= elson the return half of his ticket and said, "Now put that in your po= cket and don't lose it or you'll have to stay in the city." "Mayb= e I will," Nelson said as if this were a reasonable suggestion. Mr. He= ad ignored him. "First time this boy has ever been on a train," h= e explained to the man across the aisle, who was sitting up now on the edge= of his seat with both feet on the floor. Nelson jerked his hat on again an= d turned angrily to the window. "He's never seen anything before,"= ; Mr. Head continued. "Ignorant as the day he was born, but I mean for= him to get his fill once and for all." The boy leaned forward, across= his grandfather and toward the stranger. "I was born in the city,&quo= t; he said. "I was born there. This is my second trip." He said i= t in a high positive voice but the man across the aisle didn't look as if h= e understood. There were heavy purple circles under his eyes. Mr. Head reac= hed across the aisle and tapped him on the arm. "The thing to do with = a boy," he said sagely, "is to show him all it is to show. Don't = hold nothing back." "Yeah," the man said. He gazed down at h= is swollen feet and lifted the left one about ten inches from the floor. Af= ter a minute he put it down and lifted the other. All through the car peopl= e began to get up and move about and yawn and stretch. Separate voices coul= d be heard here and there and then a general hum. Suddenly Mr. Head's seren= e expression changed. His mouth almost closed and a light, fierce and cauti= ous both, came into his eyes. He was looking down the length of the car. Wi= thout turning, he caught Nelson by the arm and pulled him forward. "Lo= ok," he said. A huge coffee-colored man was coming slowly forward. He = had on a light suit and a yellow satin tie with a ruby pin in it. One of hi= s hands rested on his stomach which rode majestically under his buttoned co= at, and in the other he held the head of a black walking stick that he pick= ed up and set down with a deliberate outward motion each time he took a ste= p. He was proceeding very slowly, his large brown eyes gazing over the head= s of the passengers. He had a small white mustache and white crinkly hair. = Behind him there were two young women, both coffee-colored, one in a yellow= dress and one in a green. Their progress was kept at the rate of his and t= hey chatted in low throaty voices as they followed him. Mr. Head's grip was= tightening insistently on Nelson's arm. As the procession passed them, the light from a sapphire rin= g on the brown hand that picked up the cane reflected in Mr. Head's eye, bu= t he did not look up nor did the tremendous man look at him. The group proc= eeded up the rest of the aisle and out of the car. Mr. Head's grip on Nelso= n's arm loosened. "What was that?" he asked. "A man," t= he boy said and gave him an indignant look as if he were tired of having hi= s intelligence insulted. "What kind of a man?" Mr. Head persisted= , his voice expressionless. "A fat man," Nelson said. He was begi= nning to feel that he had better be cautious. "You don't know what kin= d?" Mr. Head said in a final tone. "An old man," the boy sai= d and had a sudden foreboding that he was not going to enjoy the day. "= ;That was a nigger," Mr. Head said and sat back. Nelson jumped up = on the seat and stood looki of the car but the Negro had gone. "I= 'd of thought you'd know a nigger since you seen so many when you was in th= e city on your first visit," Mr. Head continued. "That's his firs= t nigger," he said to the man across the aisle. The boy slid down into= the seat. "You said they were black," he said in an angry voice.= "You never said they were tan. How do you expect me to know anything = when you don't tell me right?" "You're just ignorant is all,"= ; Mr. Head said and he got up and moved over in the vacant seat by the man = across the aisle. Nelson turned backward again and looked where the Negro h= ad disappeared. He felt that the Negro had deliberately walked down the ais= le in order to make a fool of him and he hated him with a fierce raw fresh = hate; and also, he understood now why his grandfather disliked them. He loo= ked toward the window and the face there seemed to suggest that he might be= inadequate to the day's exactions. He wondered if he would even recognize = the city when they came to it. After he had told several stories, Mr. Head realized that the man he w= as talking to was asleep and he got up and suggested to Nelson that they wa= lk over the train and see the parts of it. He particularly wanted the boy t= o see the toilet so they went first to the men's room and examined the plum= bing. Mr. Head demonstrated the ice-water cooler as if he had invented it a= nd showed Nelson the bowl with the single spigot where the travelers br= ushed their teeth. They went through several cars and came to the diner. Th= is was the most elegant car in the train. It was painted a rich egg-yellow = and had a wine-colored carpet on the floor. There were wide windows over the tables and great spaces = of the rolling view were caught in miniature in the sides of the coffee pot= s and in the glasses. Three very black Negroes in white suits and aprons we= re running up and down the aisle, swinging trays and bowing and bending ove= r the travelers eating breakfast. One of them rushed up to Mr. Head and Nel= son and said, holding up two fingers, "Space for two!" but Mr. He= ad replied in a loud voice, "We eaten before we left!" The waiter= wore large brown spectacles that increased the size of his eye whites.= "Stan' aside then please," he said with an airy wave of the arm = as if he were brushing aside flies. Neither Nelson nor Mr. Head moved a fra= ction of an inch. "Look," Mr. Head said. The near corner of the d= iner, containing two tables, was set off from the rest by a saffron-colored= curtain. One table was set but empty but at the other, facing them, his ba= ck to the drape, sat the tremendous Negro. He was speaking in a soft voice = to the two women while he buttered a muffin. He had a heavy sad face and hi= s neck bulged over his white collar on either side. "They rope them off," Mr. Head expl= ained. Then he said, "Let's go see the kitchen," and they walked the length of the dine= r but the black waiter was coming fast behind them. "Passengers are no= t allowed in the kitchen!" he said in a haughty voice. "Passengers are NOT allowed in t= he kitchen!" Mr. Head stopped where he was and turned. "And there= 's good reason for that," he shouted into the Negro's chest, "bec= ause the cockroaches would run the passengers out!" All the travelers = laughed and Mr. Head and Nelson walked out, gri<= /a>nning. Mr. Head was known at home for his quick wit and Nelson felt a su= dden keen pride in him. He realized the old man would be his only support i= n the strange place they were approaching. He would be entirely alone in th= e world if he were ever lost from his grandfather. A terrible excitement sh= ook him and he wanted to take hold of Mr. Head's coat and hold on like a ch= ild. As they went back to their seats they could see through the passing wi= ndows that the countryside was becoming speckl

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