THE COUNTRY. 199

 Here and there, set in the green darkness of
these orchards along the shore, one can see the
white pillars of a broad veranda, and a great
stack. of chimneys above some square roof, or,


perhaps, crumbling wharves which reach far out
into the river, and distant rows of cabins that
were once quarters," and resounded with
laughter and the twang of the banjo and the
jolly scuffle of dancing feet. Often they are
deserted, these old stately houses; but where