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 "Yes, sir. What kind of a rig do you want. I'm the proprietor."

Even Dr. Tansey was surprised at the announcement. He knew many black men were in business in the South, and thriving, but hardly expected to see one in charge of such a business, and speaking such language.

"I want to go to Orangeburg, in the morning. I've a friend with me, a stranger, and I want him to see some of the country."

"All right, Sir. What time? And where shall I call for you?"

"Better call at six o'clock at the Great Southern Hotel. We want to get a start and avoid the heat."

"Yes, Sir—All right, Sir.—Who shall I call for?"

"Dr. Tansey. We'll be up and waiting for you."

"Yes, Sir."

Having selected the car and arranged the details, Dr. Tansey returned to his hotel. Bennet had returned also and the two talked for some time over their experiences and observations, before dining, and adjourning for the wide veranda of the hotel where they sat in silence listening to the discussions of those about them.

Travel where you will in the South, one characteristic of the southerner you will always find. He is curious about strangers. They make it a point to always find out, if possible who every visitor is, where he hails from and what his business is. The native Charlestonians, who visited the Great Southern were no exceptions. From the time Dr. Tansey and Bennet had registered and shown