broad stretch of pine forest, extending back beyond a beautiful bayou.
We set the bayou in aquatic plants, and built among the solemn pines a log resthouse for our many invalid guests who needed pine air.
It took a large force of men many months to dig out, replant and put this place in order; but it made us a beautiful home for fourteen years and was beloved by us all. It had been built by educated slaves owned by Mr. Payne, out of timber cut on his ground and thoroughly dried, in the year 1846, and the main part of the house remains as sound to-day as then, although, owing to the extremely damp climate, the life of lumber and timber there is short.
Mr. Payne had used this house as a summer house; I bought it for a winter home.
He was at that time eighty-four years old, and one of the most charming men I ever met. He told me it would require seventeen servants to properly run the place, as it had seventeen bedrooms.
We got along, however, very nicely with from seven to nine.