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, "would go all around Robin Hood's barn" to
reach that South Carolinian Garden of Eden.
"But we want you to really _see_ something of the South on the way; it
will be so warm--or, will seem so to you No'therners--when you come back,
that you will only be thinking of taking the steamer at Norfolk for New
York.
"Now you shall see something of Richmond and Charleston, anyway,"
concluded the Louisiana girl. "And next winter I hope you'll go home
with me to my own canebrakes and bayous. _Then_ we'll have a good time,
I assure you."
Ruth and Helen were having a good time. Everybody about the hotel
treated them like grown-up young ladies--and of course such deferential
attentions delighted two schoolgirls just set free from the scholastic
yoke.
They went across the bay on the ferry and landed at Norfolk. A trip to
the Navy Yard was the first thing, and as Mrs. Parsons knew some of the
officers there, the party was very courteously treated. They might have
visited the war vessels lying in Hampton Roads; but it seemed so hot on
the water that the chums from the North voted for a trip by surface car
to Norfolk's City Park.
The lawns had not yet been burned brown and the trees were beautifully
leaved out. The park was a pleasant place and in it is one of the best
small zoölogical parks in the East. The deer herd was particularly
fine--such pretty, graceful creatures! All would have gone well had not
Helen received an unexpected fright as they were watching the beautiful
beasts.
"You would better not stand so near that grating, Helen," Nettie told
her, as they were in front of the fence of the deer range.
"How am I going to feed this pretty, soft-nosed thing with grass if I
_don't_ stand near?" demanded Helen.
"But you don't _have_ to feed the deer," laughed Nettie.
"No. But there's no sign that says you sha'n't," complained Helen. "And
I don't see----"
Just then there was a fierce whistle and a big stag charged. Helen
looked all around--save in the right direction--for the sound. She was
leaning against the wire fence, but with her head turned so that she did
not see the gentle little doe bound away as her master came savagely
down the slope.
The next instant the brute crashed against the fence and the shock of
his collision sent Helen to the ground. Although the angry stag was on
the other side of the woven-wire fence, so savage did he appear that
other people standing about ran screaming away.
The stag was tearing up the sod with his forefeet and throwing himself
against the shaking fence as though determined to get at the prostrate
Helen.
The latter was really hurt a little, and so badly frightened that she
could not arise instantly. Nettie was the nearest of her party; but she
was trembling and crying. Ruth was too far away, as was Mrs. Parsons, to
help her chum immediately, though she started running in her direction.
But there was a rescuer at hand. A boy in a faded suit of overalls, who
must have been working near, ran down to drag the frightened girl away
from the fence. As he passed an old gentleman on the walk he seized the
latter's cane and darting between Helen and the fence, dealt the angry
stag a heavy blow upon the nose.
Although the wire-fence saved the beast from serious injury, the blow
was heavy enough to make him fall back and cease his charges against the
wire netting. Then the boy helped Helen to her feet.
"Oh!" shrieked the frightened girl. And after that, although the boy
quickly slipped away through the gathering crowd, and out of sight,
Helen said no other word.
"Oh, my dear!" gasped Ruth, reaching her. "You did not even thank him."
"I know it," whispered Helen.
"Are--are you hurt, dear?"
"Only my dignity is hurt," confessed her chum, beginning to laugh
hysterically.
"But that boy----"
"Hush, Ruthie!" begged Helen, her lips close to her chum's ear. "Do you
know who he was?"
"Why--I----Of course not! I did not see his face."
"It was Curly. Don't say a word," breathed Helen. "Here comes a
policeman."
Ruth was as much amazed as Helen at the unexpected appearance of Henry
Smith. He was constantly bobbing up before them just like an imp in a
pantomime.
Their friends hurried the chums away from the caged deer and the crowd
that had gathered. Helen had a few bruises but was not, fortunately,
really injured. But she confessed that she had seen all the deer she
cared to see for the time.
"And I thought they were such gentle, affectionate creatures," she
sighed. "Why, that one was as savage as a bear!"
They returned to the water-front and went aboard the Richmond boat in
good season for dinner. Ruth and Helen were rather used to boat travel
they thought by this time, and they found this smaller craft quite as
pleasant as the big steamer on which they had come down the coast.
While they were at table in the saloon the boat started, and so nicely
was it eased off, and so quiet was the water, that the girls had no idea
the vessel had started.
The girls ran out on deck, arranged a comfortable place for Mrs.
Parsons, and there watched the panoramic view of the roads and the
shores until darkness fell.
"We shall miss many of the beauties of the James River plantations and
towns," Mrs. Parsons said; "by taking this night boat; but we shall have
a good night's sleep and see more of Richmond to-morrow than we
otherwise could."
The chums did not have quite as much freedom on the river trip as they
did coming down on the New Union Line boat; for Mrs. Parsons insisted
upon an early bedtime. She would not have liked their sitting out on the
deck alone at a late hour. She did not believe in too much freedom for
young girls of her niece's age.
However, she was very pleasant to travel with. Ruth and Helen marveled
at the attention Mrs. Parsons received from all the employees of the
boat, both white and black.
"And she doesn't have to tip extravagantly to get service," Ruth pointed
out to Helen. "You see, these darkeys consider it an honor to attend
Mrs. Parsons. We Northerners are interlopers, after all; they sell us
their servile attentions at a high price; but they are glad to serve the
descendants of their old masters. There is a bond between the whites and
blacks of the South that we cannot quite understand."
"I guess we're too independent and want to help ourselves too much,"
Helen said. "You let me alone, Ruth Fielding, and I'll loll around just
like Nettie does and let the colored people fetch and carry for me."
"You lazy little thing!" Ruth threw at her, laughing. "It doesn't become
your father's daughter to long for such methods and habits. Goodness!
the negroes themselves are so slow they give me the fidgets."
In the morning they awoke from sleep as the boat was being docked. It
was another beautiful, sunshiny day. The negro dockhands lolled upon the
wharves. Up the river they could see the bridge to Manchester and the
rapids, up which no boat could sail.
They ate their breakfast in a leisurely manner on the boat, and then
took an open carriage on Main Street, where the sickish odor of the
tobacco factories was all that spoiled the ride.
They rode east and passed the site of the old Libby tobacco
warehouse--execrated by the prisoners during the Civil War as "Libby
Prison"--and saw, too, Libby Hill Park, Marshall's Park and the beautiful
Chimborazo reservation.
Coming back they climbed the Broad Street hill and stopped at the hotel,
remaining there for rest and luncheon. Then the girls walked on Broad
Street and saw the shops and bought a few souvenirs and some needfuls,
while Mrs. Parsons remained in the hotel. The sun was hot, but the air
was dry and invigorating.
Later in the afternoon the whole party went down into Capitol Square--a
very beautiful park, in which are located the state-house, the library,
and the Washington Monument.
"Besides," declared Helen, "'most a million squirrels. Did you ever see
so many of the little dears? And see how tame they are."
The squirrels and the children with their black nurses in Capitol Square
are among the pleasantest sights of Richmond. There was the old bell
tower, too, near the North Twelfth Street side, which interested the
girls, and they walked back to the hotel by way of Franklin Street and
saw the old home of General Robert E. Lee and some other famous
dwellings.
The party was to remain one night in Richmond, and in the morning the
girls went alone to the Confederate Museum on Clay Street, which during
the Civil War was the "White House of the Confederacy."
"I leave you young people to do the rest of the sightseeing," Mrs.
Parsons said, and took her breakfast in bed, waited on by a colored
maid.
But at noon she appeared, trim and fresh again, in time for luncheon and
the ride to the railway station where they took the train for the South.
"Now we're off for the Land of Cotton!" cried Helen. "This dip into
Dixie so far has only been a taste. What adventures are before us now,
do you suppose, Ruth?"
Her chum could not tell her. Indeed, neither of them could have imagined
quite what was to happen to them before they again turned their faces
north for the return journey.