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THE GOVERNOR'S MANSION. 
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three houses, and the white curiosity, which stood for 
a steeple ahove the church, were absolutely cheering ; 
and we landed, poor souls ! after our twelve miles' 
row, with hearts as elate as ever frolicked among the 
orange-groves of Brazil or the cocoa-palms of the East- 
ern Pacific. 
Disappointment once more ! The governor had gone 
to Proven ; the Danish ship had gone to Proven ; the 
priest had gone to Proven. But the gentler sex re- 
mained. The governor's lady gave us a kindly wel- 
come, and extended to us all the hospitalities of his 
mansion. 
The mansion was far 
from picturesque. It was 
a square block of heavy 
timber, running into a 
high-peak gable. The 
roof was of tarred can- 
vas, laid over boards ; 
the wooden walls coated 
with tar, and painted a glowing red. A little paling, 
white and garden-like, inclosed about ten feet of pre- 
pared soil, covered with heavy glass frames; under 
which, in spite of the hoar-frost that gathered on them, 
we could detect a few bunches of crucifers, green rad- 
ishes, and turnip-tops. It was the garden, the dis- 
tinctive appendage of the governor's residence. 
Inside the house — it is the type of those at Disco 
and Proven — you pass by a narrow-boarded vestibule 
to a parlor. This parlor, a room of dignified consider- 
ation, is twelve feet long by eleven : beyond it, a door 
opens to display the suite, a second room, the state 
chamber, of the same size. 
The most striking article of furniture is the stove, a 
