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Gerald
,
his
mind
never
free
of
the
thought
of
owning
a
plantation
of
his
own
,
arranged
an
introduction
,
and
his
interest
grew
as
the
stranger
told
how
the
northern
section
of
the
state
was
filling
up
with
newcomers
from
the
Carolinas
and
Virginia
.
Gerald
had
lived
in
Savannah
long
enough
to
acquire
a
viewpoint
of
the
Coast
--
that
all
of
the
rest
of
the
state
was
backwoods
,
with
an
Indian
lurking
in
every
thicket
.
In
transacting
business
for
O'Hara
Brothers
,
he
had
visited
Augusta
,
a
hundred
miles
up
the
Savannah
River
,
and
he
had
traveled
inland
far
enough
to
visit
the
old
towns
westward
from
that
city
.
He
knew
that
section
to
be
as
well
settled
as
the
Coast
,
but
from
the
stranger
's
description
,
his
plantation
was
more
than
two
hundred
and
fifty
miles
inland
from
Savannah
to
the
north
and
west
,
and
not
many
miles
south
of
the
Chattahoochee
River
.
Gerald
knew
that
northward
beyond
that
stream
the
land
was
still
held
by
the
Cherokees
,
so
it
was
with
amazement
that
he
heard
the
stranger
jeer
at
suggestions
of
trouble
with
the
Indians
and
narrate
how
thriving
towns
were
growing
up
and
plantations
prospering
in
the
new
country
.
An
hour
later
when
the
conversation
began
to
lag
,
Gerald
,
with
a
guile
that
belied
the
wide
innocence
of
his
bright
blue
eyes
,
proposed
a
game
.
As
the
night
wore
on
and
the
drinks
went
round
,
there
came
a
time
when
all
the
others
in
the
game
laid
down
their
hands
and
Gerald
and
the
stranger
were
battling
alone
.
The
stranger
shoved
in
all
his
chips
and
followed
with
the
deed
to
his
plantation
.
Gerald
shoved
in
all
his
chips
and
laid
on
top
of
them
his
wallet
.
If
the
money
it
contained
happened
to
belong
to
the
firm
of
O'Hara
Brothers
,
Gerald
's
conscience
was
not
sufficiently
troubled
to
confess
it
before
Mass
the
following
morning
.
He
knew
what
he
wanted
,
and
when
Gerald
wanted
something
he
gained
it
by
taking
the
most
direct
route
.
Moreover
,
such
was
his
faith
in
his
destiny
and
four
dueces
that
he
never
for
a
moment
wondered
just
how
the
money
would
be
paid
back
should
a
higher
hand
be
laid
down
across
the
table
.
"
It
's
no
bargain
you
're
getting
and
I
am
glad
not
to
have
to
pay
more
taxes
on
the
place
,
"
sighed
the
possessor
of
an
"
ace
full
,
"
as
he
called
for
pen
and
ink
.
"
The
big
house
burned
a
year
ago
and
the
fields
are
growing
up
in
brush
and
seedling
pine
.
But
it
's
yours
.
"
"
Never
mix
cards
and
whisky
unless
you
were
weaned
on
Irish
poteen
,
"
Gerald
told
Pork
gravely
the
same
evening
,
as
Pork
assisted
him
to
bed
.
And
the
valet
,
who
had
begun
to
attempt
a
brogue
out
of
admiration
for
his
new
master
,
made
requisite
answer
in
a
combination
of
Geechee
and
County
Meath
that
would
have
puzzled
anyone
except
those
two
alone
.
The
muddy
Flint
River
,
running
silently
between
walls
of
pine
and
water
oak
covered
with
tangled
vines
,
wrapped
about
Gerald
's
new
land
like
a
curving
arm
and
embraced
it
on
two
sides
.
To
Gerald
,
standing
on
the
small
knoll
where
the
house
had
been
,
this
tall
barrier
of
green
was
as
visible
and
pleasing
an
evidence
of
ownership
as
though
it
were
a
fence
that
he
himself
had
built
to
mark
his
own
.
He
stood
on
the
blackened
foundation
stones
of
the
burned
building
,
looked
down
the
long
avenue
of
trees
leading
toward
the
road
and
swore
lustily
,
with
a
joy
too
deep
for
thankful
prayer
.
These
twin
lines
of
somber
trees
were
his
,
his
the
abandoned
lawn
,
waist
high
in
weeds
under
white-starred
young
magnolia
trees
.
The
uncultivated
fields
,
studded
with
tiny
pines
and
underbrush
,
that
stretched
their
rolling
red-clay
surface
away
into
the
distance
on
four
sides
belonged
to
Gerald
O'Hara
--
were
all
his
because
he
had
an
unbefuddled
Irish
head
and
the
courage
to
stake
everything
on
a
hand
of
cards
.
Gerald
closed
his
eyes
and
,
in
the
stillness
of
the
unworked
acres
,
he
felt
that
he
had
come
home
.
Here
under
his
feet
would
rise
a
house
of
whitewashed
brick
.
Across
the
road
would
be
new
rail
fences
,
inclosing
fat
cattle
and
blooded
horses
,
and
the
red
earth
that
rolled
down
the
hillside
to
the
rich
river
bottom
land
would
gleam
white
as
eiderdown
in
the
sun
--
cotton
,
acres
and
acres
of
cotton
!
The
fortunes
of
the
O'Haras
would
rise
again
.
With
his
own
small
stake
,
what
he
could
borrow
from
his
unenthusiastic
brothers
and
a
neat
sum
from
mortgaging
the
land
,
Gerald
bought
his
first
field
hands
and
came
to
Tara
to
live
in
bachelor
solitude
in
the
four-room
overseer
's
house
,
till
such
a
time
as
the
white
walls
of
Tara
should
rise
.
He
cleared
the
fields
and
planted
cotton
and
borrowed
more
money
from
James
and
Andrew
to
buy
more
slaves
.
The
O'Haras
were
a
clannish
tribe
,
clinging
to
one
another
in
prosperity
as
well
as
in
adversity
,
not
for
any
overweening
family
affection
but
because
they
had
learned
through
grim
years
that
to
survive
a
family
must
present
an
unbroken
front
to
the
world
.
