Colonial Cavalier; Or, Southern Life before the Revolution
Colonial Cavalier; Or, Southern Life before the Revolution
By Maud Wilder Goodwin
12 Mar, 2019
Excerpt.........I STOOD in the wide hall of the old brick mansion built, a century and a half ago, by “King Carter,” on the shore of the James River.
It was Autumn. The doors at either end of the saloon were open, and their casements framed th
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Excerpt.........I STOOD in the wide hall of the old brick mansion built, a century and a half ago, by “King Carter,” on the shore of the James River.
It was Autumn. The doors at either end of the saloon were open, and their casements framed the landscape like a picture. From the foot of the moss-grown steps at the rear, the drive stretched its length, under several closed gates, for half a mile, till it joined the little travelled high-road. From the porch in front, the ground fell away, in what had once been a series of terraces, to the brink of the river, across whose western hills the November sun was setting red. Not a ripple stirred the surface of the water—the dead leaves on the ground never rustled. All was still; solitary, yet not melancholy. The place seemed apart from the present—a part of the past.
Within doors, everything was mellowed by the softening touch of twilight and age. The hospitable fire which blazed in the great throat of the library chimney, cast odd shadows on the high wainscot, and the delicately wrought mouldings over the chimney-breast, and its reflections danced in the small panes of the heavily framed windows as though the witches were making tea outside Less