With the exception of the negro huts, which are scattered at irregular
intervals through the woods in the rear of the mansion, there is not a
human habitation within an hour's ride; but such a cosey, inviting,
hospitable atmosphere surrounds the whole place, that a stranger does
not realize he has happened upon it in a wilderness.
The interior of the dwelling is in keeping with the exterior, though in
the drawing-rooms, where rich furniture and fine paintings actually
lumber the apartments, there is evident the lack of a nice perception of
the 'fitness of things,' and over the whole hangs a 'dusty air,' which
reminds one that the Milesian Bridget does not 'flourish' in South
Carolina.
I was met in the entrance-way by a tall, fine-looking woman, to whom the
Colonel introduced me as follows:--
'Mr. K----, this is Madam ----, my housekeeper; she will try to make you
forget that Mrs. J---- is absent.'
After a few customary courtesies were exchanged, I was shown to a
dressing-room, and with the aid of 'Jim,' a razor, and one of the
Colonel's shirts,--all of mine having undergone a drenching,--soon made
a tolerably presentable appearance. The negro then conducted me to the
breakfast-room, where I found the family assembled.
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