The next morning the crowing of a roster awakened me. I got up and sat on a woodpile. A little later a woman called out to me about sitting there. She wanted to get some wood to make a fire to cook breakfast. When she asked me who I was, I told her I was Carver's George. She said, "no I wasn't." She told me that the Civil War ended slavery. She said that I was George Carver if I wanted to be known by that name. She wanted to know what I was doing there. I told her that I was waiting for school to open. She said that it wouldn't open for about an hour. She explained to me that the school had been open by the Freedman's Bureau for colored children. "Seems to me, youngster," she said, "that God let you be born just about the right time."