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Tom
Slattery
could
have
sold
his
farm
for
three
times
its
value
to
any
of
the
planters
in
the
County
.
They
would
have
considered
it
money
well
spent
to
rid
the
community
of
an
eyesore
,
but
he
was
well
satisfied
to
remain
and
to
subsist
miserably
on
the
proceeds
of
a
bale
of
cotton
a
year
and
the
charity
of
his
neighbors
.
With
all
the
rest
of
the
County
,
Gerald
was
on
terms
of
amity
and
some
intimacy
.
The
Wilkeses
,
the
Calverts
,
the
Tarletons
,
the
Fontaines
,
all
smiled
when
the
small
figure
on
the
big
white
horse
galloped
up
their
driveways
,
smiled
and
signaled
for
tall
glasses
in
which
a
pony
of
Bourbon
had
been
poured
over
a
teaspoon
of
sugar
and
a
sprig
of
crushed
mint
.
Gerald
was
likable
,
and
the
neighbors
learned
in
time
what
the
children
,
negroes
and
dogs
discovered
at
first
sight
,
that
a
kind
heart
,
a
ready
and
sympathetic
ear
and
an
open
pocketbook
lurked
just
behind
his
bawling
voice
and
his
truculent
manner
.
His
arrival
was
always
amid
a
bedlam
of
hounds
barking
and
small
black
children
shouting
as
they
raced
to
meet
him
,
quarreling
for
the
privilege
of
holding
his
horse
and
squirming
and
grinning
under
his
good-natured
insults
.
The
white
children
clamored
to
sit
on
his
knee
and
be
trotted
,
while
he
denounced
to
their
elders
the
infamy
of
Yankee
politicians
;
the
daughters
of
his
friends
took
him
into
their
confidence
about
their
love
affairs
,
and
the
youths
of
the
neighborhood
,
fearful
of
confessing
debts
of
honor
upon
the
carpets
of
their
fathers
,
found
him
a
friend
in
need
.
"
So
,
you
've
been
owning
this
for
a
month
,
you
young
rascal
!
"
he
would
shout
.
"
And
,
in
God
's
name
,
why
have
n't
you
been
asking
me
for
the
money
before
this
?
"
His
rough
manner
of
speech
was
too
well
known
to
give
offense
,
and
it
only
made
the
young
men
grin
sheepishly
and
reply
:
"
Well
,
sir
,
I
hated
to
trouble
you
,
and
my
father
--
"
"
Your
father
's
a
good
man
,
and
no
denying
it
,
but
strict
,
and
so
take
this
and
let
's
be
hearing
no
more
of
it
.
"
The
planters
'
ladies
were
the
last
to
capitulate
.
But
,
when
Mrs.
Wilkes
,
"
a
great
lady
and
with
a
rare
gift
for
silence
,
"
as
Gerald
characterized
her
,
told
her
husband
one
evening
,
after
Gerald
's
horse
had
pounded
down
the
driveway
.
"
He
has
a
rough
tongue
,
but
he
is
a
gentleman
,
"
Gerald
had
definitely
arrived
.
He
did
not
know
that
he
had
taken
nearly
ten
years
to
arrive
,
for
it
never
occurred
to
him
that
his
neighbors
had
eyed
him
askance
at
first
.
In
his
own
mind
,
there
had
never
been
any
doubt
that
he
belonged
,
from
the
moment
he
first
set
foot
on
Tara
.
When
Gerald
was
forty-three
,
so
thickset
of
body
and
florid
of
face
that
he
looked
like
a
hunting
squire
out
of
a
sporting
print
,
it
came
to
him
that
Tara
,
dear
though
it
was
,
and
the
County
folk
,
with
their
open
hearts
and
open
houses
,
were
not
enough
.
He
wanted
a
wife
.
