Ruth Fielding Down in Dixie; Or, Great Times in the Land of Cotton

"You kin say what you like," Mr. Jimson said later, and in a hoarse aside to Ruth Fielding, "the sheriff's a good old sport. He took it laffin'--after the fust s'prise. You make...

But in this case there seemed to her no reason for Helen and her to volunteer information--especially when such information as they might give was based on so infirm a foundatio...

They became acquainted with Mammy Dilsey during that first day of rain. At least, the girls from the North did; Nettie had been a pet of the old woman for years.

Ruth and Helen did not think of going to bed until long after Absecon Light, off Atlantic City, was passed. They watched the long-spread lights of the great seaside resort until...

"The rooms are engaged for us, you know," Ruth assured her chum. "Mrs. Parsons knew she might be delayed by business in Washington and that we would possibly reach the hotel fir...

The girl in question--who was odd looking, indeed--had been paying the cabman who had brought her to the head of the dock. The dock was on West Street, New York City, and the ch...

Mrs. Rachel Parsons marveled at what the girls had done in raising money for Curly Smith. He would have money enough to keep him at the hospital until his leg was healed, and to...

Ruth Fielding was so much disturbed over the story of Curly Smith's escapade that she had to run and show the paper to Helen before she did anything else. And then the chums had...

The noontide bell at some distant cotton house sent a solemn note--like an alarm--ringing across the lowlands. The warm, sweet smell of the brakes almost overpowered the girls f...

"Goodness me!" cried Helen to Nettie. "How do you get along with so many of these colored people under foot? I had thought it might be fun to have so many servants; but I don't...

Helen Cameron was very proud of Curly. She was, in the first place, deeply grateful for what the boy had done for her the time the stag frightened her so badly in the City Park...

The fire was now at its height, and many of the men were fighting the flames as they leaped across from the burning cottage. Therefore, not many had been called to the help of t...

The party was off on its real tour into Dixie the next day. They were to take the route in a leisurely fashion to the Merredith plantation, and, as Nettie laughingly put it, "wo...

"I want to see Miss Catalpa again--don't you?" returned her chum. "And I would not go to the gatehouse with anybody but Unc' Simmy. It would be impudent to do so."

As soon as they were sure Mrs. Holloway had quite recovered from her fainting spell, Ruth Fielding and Helen wished to get as far away from the fire as possible.

A mistake could scarcely be made in the sex of the comical looking individual at whom the chums had been led to stare so boldly, when once they heard the voice. That shrill, sha...

Mrs. Rachel Parsons' name was one "to conjure with," as the saying goes. Ruth and Helen had marked that fact before. Not alone in the vicinity of Merredith plantation, but in th...

The old negro coachman pompously strode down the porch, beckoning to the girls to follow. They were, for the moment, embarrassed. It seemed impudent to approach this strange gen...

The words of the deputy sheriff came clearly to the ears of Ruth Fielding and her two girl friends as they stood on the lower step of the broad flight leading to the second floo...

"And did you see how he looked? Why, the boy is in rags. He even looks much worse than when we last saw him--when he saved me from that deer at Norfolk," and Helen began to gigg...

As the night shut down and the rain began again, the party at Holloway's had paid no attention to the rising flood. But on the other side of the river the increasing depth of th...

There was a doorway near at hand--the floor of the house being one step higher than the porch which was now flooded. Ruth was just about to drag her chum into this doorway when...

The warehouse foreman, or "boss," was sunning himself on the end platform, just where the lap, lap, lap of the river drowsed upon his ear on one side, and the buzzing of the bee...

Ruth and Helen had never seen so much water fall in so short a time. The roadway, when Unc' Simmy drove out into it through the ruined gateway, was flooded from side to side. It...

It was not a large hotel, and altogether it could not have housed more than fifty guests. But in the dusk, as the girls from Merredith had ridden over in the carriage, they coul...