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Elizabeth Waties Allston Pringle, 1845-1921 and Alice R. Huger Smith (Alice Ravenel Huger), b. 1876, Illustrated by
A Woman Rice Planter.
New York: The Macmillan Company, 1914, c1913.
List of Illustrations


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The sheaves are beaten with flails.
[Frontispiece Image]

[Title Page Image]

"Cherokee"-- my father's place.

Bonaparte.

Each field has a small flood-gate, called a "trunk."

Marcus began work on the breaks.

"The girls shuffled the rice about with their feet until it was clayed."

Near the bridge two negro women are fishing.

A request from Wishy's mother, Annette, for something to stop
bleeding.

Green thought it was
folly and fussiness.

She picked her usual thirty-five pounds alone.

To-day the hands are "toting" the rice into the flats.

"You see a stack of rice approaching, and you perceive a pair of
legs, or a skirt, as the case may be, peeping from beneath."

Pallas.

Front porch -- Casa Bianca.

Elihu was a splendid boatman.

My little brown
maid Patty is
a new acquisition
and a great comfort,
for she is
very bright.

The roughness and plainness of the pine-land house.

The yearly pow-wow at Casa Bianca.

"Four young girls who are splendid workers."

She promised not to war
any more.

"Myself, ma'am, bin most
stupid."

[Illustration]

A rice field "flowed."

The hoe they consider
purely a feminine implement.

The back steps to the pineland house.

"A very large black hat."

Her husband brought her in an ox cart.

"Old Maum Mary came to bring me a present of sweet potatoes."

"Pa dey een'e baid."

One or two hands in the barn-yard.

A corner of Casa Bianca.

"Chaney."

Five children asked me to let them "hunt tetta".

"It is tied into sheaves, which the negroes do very skilfully, with a wisp of the rice itself."

"The field with its picturesque workers."

"The Ferry."

His wife was very stirring.

Day after day I met Judy
coming out of her patch.

"Old Florinda, the plantation nurse."

"Miss Patience, le' me
len' yer de money."

"Jus' shinin' um up
wid de knife-brick."

Aphrodite spread a quilt and deposited the party upon it.

"Then he could talk a-plenty."

Chloe is devoted to the chicks--feeds them every two hours.

Prince Frederick's Pee Dee.

Prince George Winyah.

"Eh, eh, I yere say yu cry 'bout chicken."

The Summer Kitchen at Cherokee.

The Winter Kitchen at Cherokee.

The string of excited children.

I got Chloe off to make a visit to her daughter.

I really do not miss ice, now that my little brown jug is swung in the well.

Patty came in.

"Plat eye!"

Goliah cried and sobbed.

Had Eva to sow by hand a little of the inoculated seed.

Her little log cottage was as clean as possible.

The sacred spot with its heavy live oak shadows.

"I met Dab on the road."

Cherokee steps.

The smoke-house at Cherokee for meat curing.

Sol's wife, Aphrodite, is a specimen of maternal health and vigor.

I saw a raft of very fine poplar logs being made.

Cypress trees.

She was a simple, faithful soul--always diligent.

Winnowing house for preparation of seed rice.

"Patty en Dab en me all bin a eat."

Chloe began: "W'en I bin a small gal."

I took Chloe to Casa Bianca to serve luncheon.

"I read tell de kumfut kum to me."

"Up kum Maum Mary wid de big cake een de wheelbarrer."

Gibbie and the oxen.

In the field -- sowing.

How to lay the breakfast table.

Joy unspeakable.

The church in Peaceville.

Chloe was a great success
at the North.

My old summer home at Pawleys Island.

The roof of the house on Pawleys Island -- from the sand-hills.

"En de 'omans mek answer en say: 'No, ma'am; we neber
steal none.'"

"Dem all stan' outside de fence."

Fanning and pounding rice for household use.

Pounding rice.

The rice fields looked like a great
lake.

Casa Bianca.

Rice-fields from the high lands.

"You see I didn't
tell no lie."