There were no rows of negro cabins, no great sugar-mills, nor tobacco-warehouses, such as are always to be seen near the planter's dwelling.

Nothing of the sort; nor was there any very large tract of cultivated land contiguous to the house.

The dark cypress forest in the background cast its shadow almost up to the walls.
Plainly it was not the dwelling of a planter.

What then was it, and who were its inmates?
It was the home of a _Hunter-Naturalist_..