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He
liked
the
South
,
and
he
soon
became
,
in
his
own
opinion
,
a
Southerner
.
There
was
much
about
the
South
--
and
Southerners
--
that
he
would
never
comprehend
:
but
,
with
the
wholeheartedness
that
was
his
nature
,
he
adopted
its
ideas
and
customs
,
as
he
understood
them
,
for
his
own
--
poker
and
horse
racing
,
red-hot
politics
and
the
code
duello
,
States
'
Rights
and
damnation
to
all
Yankees
,
slavery
and
King
Cotton
,
contempt
for
white
trash
and
exaggerated
courtesy
to
women
.
He
even
learned
to
chew
tobacco
.
There
was
no
need
for
him
to
acquire
a
good
head
for
whisky
,
he
had
been
born
with
one
.
But
Gerald
remained
Gerald
.
His
habits
of
living
and
his
ideas
changed
,
but
his
manners
he
would
not
change
,
even
had
he
been
able
to
change
them
.
He
admired
the
drawling
elegance
of
the
wealthy
rice
and
cotton
planters
,
who
rode
into
Savannah
from
their
moss-hung
kingdoms
,
mounted
on
thoroughbred
horses
and
followed
by
the
carriages
of
their
equally
elegant
ladies
and
the
wagons
of
their
slaves
.
But
Gerald
could
never
attain
elegance
.
Their
lazy
,
blurred
voices
fell
pleasantly
on
his
ears
,
but
his
own
brisk
brogue
clung
to
his
tongue
.
He
liked
the
casual
grace
with
which
they
conducted
affairs
of
importance
,
risking
a
fortune
,
a
plantation
or
a
slave
on
the
turn
of
a
card
and
writing
off
their
losses
with
careless
good
humor
and
no
more
ado
than
when
they
scattered
pennies
to
pickaninnies
.
But
Gerald
had
known
poverty
,
and
he
could
never
learn
to
lose
money
with
good
humor
or
good
grace
.
They
were
a
pleasant
race
,
these
coastal
Georgians
,
with
their
soft-voiced
,
quick
rages
and
their
charming
inconsistencies
,
and
Gerald
liked
them
.
But
there
was
a
brisk
and
restless
vitality
about
the
young
Irishman
,
fresh
from
a
country
where
winds
blew
wet
and
chill
,
where
misty
swamps
held
no
fevers
,
that
set
him
apart
from
these
indolent
gentlefolk
of
semi-tropical
weather
and
malarial
marshes
.
From
them
he
learned
what
he
found
useful
,
and
the
rest
he
dismissed
.
He
found
poker
the
most
useful
of
all
Southern
customs
,
poker
and
a
steady
head
for
whisky
;
and
it
was
his
natural
aptitude
for
cards
and
amber
liquor
that
brought
to
Gerald
two
of
his
three
most
prized
possessions
,
his
valet
and
his
plantation
.
The
other
was
his
wife
,
and
he
could
only
attribute
her
to
the
mysterious
kindness
of
God
.
The
valet
,
Pork
by
name
,
shining
black
,
dignified
and
trained
in
all
the
arts
of
sartorial
elegance
,
was
the
result
of
an
all-night
poker
game
with
a
planter
from
St.
Simons
Island
,
whose
courage
in
a
bluff
equaled
Gerald
's
but
whose
head
for
New
Orleans
rum
did
not
.
Though
Pork
's
former
owner
later
offered
to
buy
him
back
at
twice
his
value
,
Gerald
obstinately
refused
,
for
the
possession
of
his
first
slave
,
and
that
slave
the
"
best
damn
valet
on
the
Coast
,
"
was
the
first
step
upward
toward
his
heart
's
desire
,
Gerald
wanted
to
be
a
slave
owner
and
a
landed
gentleman
.
His
mind
was
made
up
that
he
was
not
going
to
spend
all
of
his
days
,
like
James
and
Andrew
,
in
bargaining
,
or
all
his
nights
,
by
candlelight
,
over
long
columns
of
figures
.
He
felt
keenly
,
as
his
brothers
did
not
,
the
social
stigma
attached
to
those
"
in
trade
.
"
Gerald
wanted
to
be
a
planter
.
With
the
deep
hunger
of
an
Irishman
who
has
been
a
tenant
on
the
lands
his
people
once
had
owned
and
hunted
,
he
wanted
to
see
his
own
acres
stretching
green
before
his
eyes
.
With
a
ruthless
singleness
of
purpose
,
he
desired
his
own
house
,
his
own
plantation
,
his
own
horse
,
his
own
slaves
.
And
here
in
this
new
country
,
safe
from
the
twin
perils
of
the
land
he
had
left
--
taxation
that
ate
up
crops
and
barns
and
the
ever-present
threat
of
sudden
confiscation
--
he
intended
to
have
them
.
But
having
that
ambition
and
bringing
it
to
realization
were
two
different
matters
,
he
discovered
as
time
went
by
.
Coastal
Georgia
was
too
firmly
held
by
an
entrenched
aristocracy
for
him
ever
to
hope
to
win
the
place
he
intended
to
have
.
Then
the
hand
of
Fate
and
a
hand
of
poker
combined
to
give
him
the
plantation
which
he
afterwards
called
Tara
,
and
at
the
same
time
moved
him
out
of
the
Coast
into
the
upland
country
of
north
Georgia
.
It
was
in
a
saloon
in
Savannah
,
on
a
hot
night
in
spring
,
when
the
chance
conversation
of
a
stranger
sitting
near
by
made
Gerald
prick
up
his
ears
.
The
stranger
,
a
native
of
Savannah
,
had
just
returned
after
twelve
years
in
the
inland
country
.
He
had
been
one
of
the
winners
in
the
land
lottery
conducted
by
the
State
to
divide
up
the
vast
area
in
middle
Georgia
,
ceded
by
the
Indians
the
year
before
Gerald
came
to
America
.
He
had
gone
up
there
and
established
a
plantation
;
but
,
now
the
house
had
burned
down
,
he
was
tired
of
the
"
accursed
place
"
and
would
be
most
happy
to
get
it
off
his
hands
.
