Among these ruins, as they found on a later day, were the old garden flowers, pansies and daisies, bravely trying to hold their own.

Among the rank weeds was to be seen the half-hidden debris of broken farm gear.

Here and there stood the ruins of what had been a thrifty homestead, with its stone-flagged courtyard, around which clustered its stables.

Now nettles and briars grew around the broken walls and shattered, staring windows.

At rare intervals, a great house appeared, with pretentious gateway, and grass-grown drive winding up between stately and mutilated trees.