"walking Egypt."

"Tou pretend to know enough to come to congress from Georgia," retorted the colonel disgusteflry, "and don't know what 'walking Egypt' is? Well. it's a grand India n file procession to whlch the colored race gives way once a year In lts churches. They lift op their volees In a horrible wail, the congregation does, and suddenly a negro ju-mps up in the aisle. Next a sister lumps up. She places her hands on his shoulders, and there they stand jumping up and down, stiff-kneed, llke you've seen sheep when feeling festive. Usually these two are a misfit- he a imaJl, runty llttle fellow, she a big, strapping svench. The singlng moans on. Others get up untll the whole congregation is In processlon, hands forward resting on the shoulders In front, Hke a lot of pen'tentiary people golng to dlnner. Keeping a Jerky time to the moaning, the procession, like a long, black centipede, lumps and jerks lts way up one aisle, ïown another." says the Washington Post, "until their religíous fervor has :ooled. Thafs "walking Egypt,' and I uppose the rite was imported frora Guinea 200 years ago."