fronds of silver-gray moss hung in drooping clusters like pale and ghostly shrouds.
Watching the road closely, Gramont suddenly found the landmarks that had been described to him, and ordered Hammond to stop and turn in at a gap in the fence which had once been an entrance gate.
"Here we are! Those are the buildings off to the right. Whew! I should say it had been abandoned! Nothing much left but ruins. Go ahead!"
Before them, as they drove in from the road by a grass-covered drive, showed a house, shed, and barn amid a cluster of towering trees. Indeed, trees were everywhere about the farm, which had grown up in a regular sapling forest. The buildings were in a ruinous state—clapboards hanging loosely, roofs dotted by gaping holes, doors and windows long since gone.
Leaving the car, Gramont, followed by the chauffeur, went to the front doorway and surveyed the wreckage inside.
"What do you say, Hammond? Think we can stop here, or go back to the hotel? It's not much of a run to town"
Hammond pointed to a wide fireplace facing them.
