It had been planted by a great-grandson of the first Pyncheon, and, though now fourscore years of age, or perhaps nearer a hundred, was still in its strong and broad maturity, throwing its shadow from side to side of the street, overtopping the seven gables, and sweeping the whole black roof
with its pendant foliage.
It was one of those spacious farmhouses, with high- ridged but lowly sloping roofs
, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers; the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front, capable of being closed up in bad weather.
James said the roof
and floor had all fallen in, and that only the black walls were standing; the two poor horses that could not be got out were buried under the burnt rafters and tiles.
He held in for a spell, walking up and down the comb of the roof
and shaking his head and muttering to himself; but his feelings got the upper hand of him, presently, and he broke loose and cussed himself black in the face.
The style of these buildings evinces that the architect possessed neither the art of using lime or cement of any kind, nor the skill to throw an arch, construct a roof
, or erect a stair ; and yet, with all this ignorance, showed great ingenuity in selecting the situation of Burghs, and regulating the access to them, as well as neatness and regularity in the erection, since the buildings themselves show a style of advance in the arts scarcely consistent with the ignorance of so many of the principal branches of architectural knowledge.
Just then, with a roar and a whistle, a round-shot passed high above the roof
of the log-house and plumped far beyond us in the wood.
Moreover, the rain (which falls at stated intervals) coming always from the North, is an additional assistance; and in the towns we have the guidance of the houses, which of course have their side-walls running for the most part North and South, so that the roofs
may keep off the rain from the North.
Our warriors then rushed up to the roofs
of the buildings which we occupied and followed the retreating armada with a continuous fusillade of deadly fire.
They lie concealed in the intricate growth of houses with a few stalks of mastheads here and there overtopping the roof
of some four-story warehouse.
Driven from the faces of the house by the obduracy of the material, they took refuge in the porch and on the roof
Figure to yourself, dear mother, it is the roof
of the mayor's house that the grapnel first engages
Under the pitch of the roof
ran a ceiling cloth, which looked just as nice as a whitewashed ceiling.