A child cannot well look at such objects without _thinking_.
Then here were a great many houses; human habitations, full of the mysteries of life at every stage of it.

There was the little red house, up the road, occupied by Mr.Sevier, the overseer.

A little nearer to my old master's, stood a very long, rough, low building, literally alive with slaves, of all ages, conditions and sizes.

This was called "the Longe Quarter." Perched upon a hill, across the Long Green, was a very tall, dilapidated, old brick building--the architectural dimensions of which proclaimed its erection for a different purpose--now occupied by slaves, in a similar manner to the Long Quarter.

Besides these, there were numerous other slave houses and huts, scattered around in the neighborhood, every nook and corner of which was completely occupied.
Old master's house, a long, brick building, plain, but substantial, stood in the center of the plantation life, and constituted one independent establishment on the premises of Col.