The house was of wood, painted white with green shutters, and as they drew nearer they appreciated its great size, although it was only two stories in height.
A hundred persons could have slept there, and twice as many could have found shade in the wide piazzas which stretched the full length of the four sides.
But all the doors and shutters were closed and no smoke rose from any chimney.

They caught a glimpse of the cabins for the slaves, on lower ground some distance behind the great house.

The whole regiment reined up as they approached the carriage entrance, and, although they were eight hundred strong, there was plenty of room without putting a single hoof upon a flower.
It was a great place.

That leaped to the eye, but it was not marked upon Colonel Winchester's map, nor had he heard of it.
"It's a grand house," he said to his aides, "and it's a pity that it should go to ruin after the slaves are freed, as they certainly will be." "But it was built upon slave labor," said Warner.
"So it was, and so were many of the most famous buildings in the world.
But here, I'm not going to get into an argument about such questions with young men under my command.

Besides, I'm fighting to destroy slavery, not to study its history.