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"What's the matter with him?" I asked, stopping 117 When I came down, dressed for riding, my companion was making a drawing; the four young ladies were with him, none of them in riding habits 124 Claymont Court is one of the old Washington houses 132 Chatham, the old Fitzhugh house, now the residence of Mark Sullivan 148 Monticello stands on a lofty hilltop, with vistas, between trees of neighboring valleys, hills, and mountains 157 Like Venice, the University of Virginia should first be seen by moonlight 168 One party was stationed on the top of an old-time mail-coach, bearing the significant initials "F. F. V." 180 The Piedmont Hunt Race Meet 189 The Southern negro is the world's peasant supreme 200 The Country Club of Virginia, out to the west of Richmond 216 Judge Crutchfield 228 Negro women squatting upon boxes in old shadowy lofts stem the tobacco leaves 237 The Judge: "What did he do, Mandy?" 244 Some genuine old-time New York ferryboats help to complete the illusion that Norfolk is New York 253 "The Southern statesman who serves his section best, serves his country best" 280 St. Philip's is the more beautiful for the open space before it 300 Opposite St. Philip's, a perfect example of the rude architecture of an old French village 305 In the doorway and gates of the Smyth house, in Legaré Street, I was struck with a Venetian suggestion 316 Nor is the Charleston background a mere arras of recollection 320 Charleston has a stronger, deeper-rooted city entity than all the cities of the Middle West rolled into one 328 The interior is the oldest looking thing in the United States—Goose Creek Church 344 A reminder of the Chicago River—Atlanta 353 With the whole Metropolitan Orchestra playing dance music all night long 368 The office buildings are city office buildings, and are sufficiently numerous to look very much at home 376 The negro roof-garden, Odd Fellows' Building, Atlanta 385 I was never so conscious, as at the time of our visit to the Burge Plantation, of the superlative soft sweetness of the spring 396 The planters cease their work 400 Birmingham—the thin veil of smoke from far-off iron furnaces softens the city's serrated outlines 408 Birmingham practices unremittingly the pestilential habit of "cutting in" at dances