"a negro schoolmaster in the new south," january 1899 w. e.b. dubois it was a hot morning late in july when the school opened. i trembled when i heard the patter of little feet down the dusty road, and saw the growing row of dark solemn faces and bright eager eyes facing me. first came josie and her brothers and sisters. the longing to know, to be a student in the great school at nashville, hovered like a star above this child woman amid her work and worry, and she studied doggedly. there were the dowells from their farm over toward alexandria: fanny, with her smooth black face and wondering eyes; martha, brown and dull; the pretty girl wife of a brother, and the younger brood. there were the burkes, two brown and yellow lads, and tine haughty-eyed girl. fat reuben's little chubby girl came, with golden face and old gold hair, faithful and solemn. 'thenie was on hand early, -- a jolly, ugly, good-hearted girl, who slyly dipped snuff and looked after her little bow-legged brother. when her mother could spare her, 'tildy came, -- a midnight beauty, with starry eyes and tapering limbs; and her brother, correspondingly homely. and then the big boys: the hulking lawrences; the lazy neills, unfathered sons of mother and daughter; hickman, with a stoop in his shoulders; and the rest. there they sat, nearly thirty of them, on the rough benches, their faces shading from a pale cream to a deep brown, the little feet bare and swinging, the eyes full of expectation, with here and there a twinkle of mischief, and the hands grasping webster's blue-back spelling-book. i loved my school, and the fine faith the children had in the wisdom of their teacher was truly marvelous. we read and spelled together, wrote a little, picked flowers, sang, and listened to stories of the world beyond the hill. at times the school would dwindle away, and i would start out. i would visit mun eddings, who lived in two very dirty rooms, and ask why little lugene, whose flaming face seemed ever ablaze with the dark red hair uncombed, was absent all last week, or why i missed so often the inimitable rags of mack and ed. then the father, who worked colonel wheeler's farm on shares, would tell me how the crops needed the boys; and the thin, slovenly mother, whose face was pretty when washed, assured me that lugene must mind the baby. "but we'll start them again next week." when the lawrences stopped, i knew that the doubt of the old folks about book-learning had conquered again, and so, toiling up the hill, and getting as far into the cabin as possible, i put cicero pro archia poeta in the simplest english with local applications, and usually convinced them -- for a week or so. on friday nights i often went home with some of the children; sometimes to doc burke's farm. he was a great, loud, thin black, ever working, and trying to buy the seventy-five acres of hill and dale where he lived; but people said that he would surely fail, and the "white folks would get it all." his wife was a magnificent amazon, with saffron face and shining hair, uncorseted and barefooted, and the children were strong and beautiful. they lived in a one-and-a half-room cabin in the hollow of the farm, near the spring. the front room was full of great fat white beds, scrupulously neat; and there were bad chromos on the walls, and a tired centre-table. in the tiny back kitchen i was often invited to "take out and " myself to fried chicken and wheat biscuit, "meat" and corn pone, string beans and berries. at first i used to be a little alarmed at the approach of bedtime in the one lone bedroom, but embarrassment was very deftly avoided. first, all the children nodded and slept, and were stowed away in one great pile of goose feathers; next, the mother and the father discreetly slipped away to the kitchen while i went to bed; then, blowing out the dim light, they retired in the dark. in the morning all were up and away before i thought of awakening. across the road, where fat reuben lived, they all went outdoors while the teacher retired, because they did not boast the luxury of a kitchen…. which phrase best describes the speaker of this passage? a) a young african-american teacher in a rural area of the south b) a professor of education explaining how teachers worked in the south c) a young white man who is learning to teach in a rural area of the south d) a third person narrator relating facts about teaching in the south objectively