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Authors: John Jakes

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The shadow of fraud fell across the state and the country.

Disputed vote tallies in Florida, Louisiana and South Carolina put the outcome of the presidential election in doubt. Democrat Samuel Tilden needed but one electoral vote to win. Rutherford B. Hayes needed nineteen. In the three disputed states, recounts would be necessary.

At first it seemed that South Carolina had given both parties a victory. Hayes had won his race by a narrow margin, with an equally narrow win going to Governor Hampton and his slate of Democratic legislators.

Then the recount began. South Carolina's Board of Canvassers was Republican, and these officials denied enough Democratic votes to ratify Hayes's election while overturning the victories of Hampton and his slate. Governor Chamberlain was given another term, and the Republicans a majority in the General Assembly. The Democrats shouted fraud.

Chamberlain's hold on the governorship was feeble. Late in November, Grant ordered troops into the State House to sustain his power.

Democratic legislators arriving at the General Assembly were turned away by Republican speaker E. W. M. Mackey. The Democrats organized in Carolina Hall and elected William Wallace as their speaker.

On December 7, Governor Daniel Chamberlain was inaugurated.

On December 14, in a separate ceremony, Governor Wade Hampton was inaugurated.

Observers didn't know whether they were watching a tragedy or a comedy. There was a four-day period in which both Republican and Crossing Jordan 689

Democratic legislators met in the General Assembly. Both speakers entertained motions and conducted debates. There were simultaneous roll calls and simultaneous votes. Neither group would recognize the presence
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of the other. But much like the Union and Confederate soldiers who had confronted one another in the entrenchments at Petersburg, some of the opponents grew friendly. When the Republicans neglected to pay their gas bill and the company turned off the supply to the hall, the Democrats paid what was due.

The strain of operating two legislatures in one chamber, not to speak of the confusion, proved too great. The Wallace assembly returned to Carolina Hall. Then the courts judged Hampton and the Wallace legislature to be the legal claimants, but Chamberlain refused to give up the State House. Armed troops continued to enforce his authority.

Congress

created a special election commission--five senators, five representatives, five Supreme Court justices--to arbitrate the disputed national returns. On February 9, 1877, the commission endorsed the official Florida tally favoring Hayes. On February 16, the commission endorsed the Louisiana tally favoring Hayes. On February 28, it endorsed the South Carolina tally favoring Hayes.

Tilden refused to contest the decisions. Southern Democrats immediately began negotiating behind the scenes for concessions; not promises so much as understandings that a Republican administration would be sympathetic to the Southern viewpoint. In return, the Democrats supported Hayes, who was peacefully inaugurated as President of the United States on March 5.

On March 23, President Hayes invited the gubernatorial claimants Hampton and Chamberlain to Washington for separate private meetings.

Hampton was persuasive when pledging to uphold black rights if troops were withdrawn. Governor Chamberlain's weak hold on the State House was broken.

On April 10, following a decision by the Hayes cabinet, the detail of Army infantrymen in the State House in Columbia stacked arms and withdrew. The last occupied state in the South was no longer occupied.

On April 11, at noon, Wade Hampton entered the governor's office.

South

Carolina was redeemed.

Reconstruction was finished.

V

EPILOGUE:

THE PLAIN

1883

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"Name's George Hazard. I'm

from Pennsylvania. A little town

you've never heard of--Lehigh

Station."

"Orry Main. From Saint

George's Parish, South Carolina."

A conversation in New York City, 1842

In front of the stone barracks, the two met for the first time. The shorter boy, the blunt-featured one, had arrived on the morning steamer; the other, not until afternoon.

The taller boy was eighteen, a year older. He had a small diagonal scar on his right cheek. The scar and his long dark hair and strong, facial bones gave him the look of an Indian. He was a gentle boy no bully ever bothered.

He spoke first. "Gus Main. Texas."

The boy with the strong chin and softer cheeks shyly extended his hand. "G. W. Hazard. Los Angeles."

"I remember you from Philadelphia."

"I remember you," G. W. said. "We ate a lot of popcorn together.

We watched that eagle for hours."

"Yes, what was his name?"

"Wait a minute. Abe. Old Abe."

Gus grinned. "That's right. Do all you Yankees have a fantastic memory?"

"I'm not a Yankee, I'm a Californian."

An upper classman marched out of the barracks and began to yell at them.

Across the Plain, on the veranda of the post hotel, the two old friends sat side by side in rockers, listening to the shouts in the June twilight. "Hats off whenever you address a superior, sir. Until you pass
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the entrance examination you are a disgusting object, sir. Putrefied matter, sir. Scum!"

Colonel Charles Main of the 1,500,000-acre Main Chance Ranch lit a cigar. William Hazard, president of Sundown Sea Realty Company and Diamond Acres Estates, rested his laced hands on his paunch.

"I enjoyed Willa's performance last night."

"She's glad to get back at it for a few months."

"Mr. Booth's a personable fellow. Talented, too. It was a great treat to have supper with him. 1 tell you, though, I couldn't expose my legs in black tights to six hundred strangers."

Charles shrugged. "He's an actor. He couldn't build a pontoon bridge over a flooded creek at night under sniper fire."

At the far edge of the Plain, members of the new United States Military Academy class stumbled into a semblance of a formation while upperclassmen continued to shout and scream. "You are lower than a plebe, sir! You, sir, are a thing, sir!"

Billy's round spectacles reflected the sunset. "I do feel guilty about coming up here with G. W. You and I act like a couple of doting mamas. My boy resented it."

"So did mine. Never mind, we're old grads. We're entitled to come back. I wanted to see the place."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Not sure," Charles said. He turned his chair so he could watch the great flag float in the evening breeze. Somewhere on the Hudson, a steamer whistled. "I think this place did some unexpected things to me.

It made me into a soldier when I probably wasn't cut out for it."

"You were a good one, though."

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Charles didn't comment. "About this place--I feel sort of fond of it now that I'm no longer part of it."

"Except through your boy."

"Well, yes. I had some doubts about letting him enroll. It's a fine education, that's what persuaded me. He can resign after he serves his hitch."

"Certainly. There won't be any more wars to fight."

"That's what everyone says."

"Don't you wonder what will happen to our two boys, Bison?"

"Sure. But I think I know. What will happen to them are the same things that happened to Orry and George. The same things that happened to us. Things we never expected. Things we couldn't have imagined if we tried for a week. Those are the things that always happen to people. Along with ordinary things."

"Like getting old." Billy rose, yawned. "I get so blasted tired anymore. Ready for supper?"

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"Any time you are, Bunk."

Billy watched the ragged formation marching away to evening mess.

"I'm proud I was here," he said, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his gold brocade vest. "I'm glad my brother and your cousin met here.

Without that, I wouldn't have Brett or my family. George wouldn't have Madeline. I wouldn't have my best friend."

So many births, Charles thought. So many deaths. So important.

So inconsequential.

"Yes, I'm glad they met," he said. "I'd like to have seen them that day in 1842. I'll bet they were a pair. The ironmaster's boy and the rice planter's boy. Oh, I'd like to have seen that."

The West Point sunset gun boomed. The two friends went in to supper.

For his anger endureth but a moment:

in his favor is life:

weeping may endure for a night,

but joy cometh in the morning.

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Psalm 30

I form the light, and create darkness:

I make peace, and create evil:

I the LORD do all these things.

Isaiah 45

AFTERWORD

He had heard it said that Ned had

never got over the war. . . . Plenty

of men hadn't.

Larry McMortry,

Lonesome Dove

With these last few paragraphs, the curtain comes down on The North and South Trilogy, a project that has occupied me for a little better than five years.

The first volume. North and South, dealt with the antebellum period, and endeavored to illuminate the slow, grinding buildup to conflict, as well as the complex causes of it. Love and War dealt with the war itself, four years that forever marked, not to say scarred, our national consciousness, and ultimately seized the imagination of the world.

To this day the war exerts a magnetic appeal for millions. It was a rare, even unique combination of the old and the new; pitiless suffering and shining idealism. "War is hell," snapped Uncle Billy Sherman, amply covering the suffering. The idealistic aspect was well characterized in 1884 by Oliver Wendell Holmes. Recalling his war experiences (captain, 20th Massachusetts), he said, "Through our great good fortune, in

our youth our hearts were touched with fire. It was given us to learn at the outset that life is a profound and passionate thing.''

The change in our country during the four years of war was apocalyptic.

As a footnote, it's interesting to me that no one thus far has identified my metaphor for this change in the text of Love and War, the horses. Images of horses appear constantly in the novel. The very first image after the Prologue is that of sleek black horses galloping in a sunlit pasture. The last image is that of buzzards feasting on the remains of a black horse lying beside a railroad track. It seems that authors
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spend time on literary devices at their peril.

In Heaven and Hell I shifted the focus westward because I felt the sweep of historical events demanded that. At the same time, I wanted to detail something on the full-fledged civil-rights revolution, usually called Radical Reconstruction, that was won and lost in the years im one

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mediately after the Civil War. Historians generally designate 1876 as the end of Reconstruction, coincident with "redemption"--that is, return to a Democratic, all-white state government--in South Carolina, the last of the Southern states to be "redeemed," in this case by the so called Mississippi or Shotgun Plan. In the state where it all began, with John Calhoun propounding his nullification doctrine, it ended.

I have no quarrel with this use of 1876 as the end point. But while I was engaged in reading and research, I began to see the great wave of Radical idealism and opportunism cresting and breaking eight years earlier, dashed back by the failure of Johnson's impeachment and a general Northern rejection of the civil rights program of the Radicals. This was reflected in the 1868 elections when, as noted in the book, Republican majorities were sharply diminished, and several supposedly enlightened states in the North refused to pass a referendum on black suffrage-- something Thad Stevens and his comrades in Washington were enforcing

on the South by military means.

In the 1860s we were just not ready, as a people, to practice democracy without qualification. When Andrew Johnson, during his "Swing Around the Circle," told his Cleveland audience to clean up Ohio's house before attacking the South, he was booed and jeered. Even many avowed Northern Republicans--literary men such as the Freedmen's Bureau officer John William DeForest and the journalist Whitelaw Reid-- couldn't keep condescension toward "darkies" out of their prose. Their work is full of racial stereotyping. Reid wrote, "Who has not admired the deep, liquid ox-eye of the Southern negro?" and "The ivories that were displayed would have driven a dentist to distraction." Despite Lincoln, despite the Radicals, despite amendments to the Constitution, white America remained racist after the war. The body politic rejected the new social order briefly implanted by a few visionary social surgeons.

The Reconstruction story is relevant to modern America. In January of this year, while I was putting the final draft through the computer, racial violence racked Forsyth County, Georgia. Peaceful marchers were threatened by a white mob just because they were black. Sometimes the lesson that history teaches is a sad one: that we are unable to
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learn from our past, and must repeat it endlessly, as Santayana warned.

In writing about Reconstruction, I do not mean to ignore another group that played a pivotal role in the novel. I refer to the original inhabitants of this country, the Native American Indians. During the period covered here, they were forced out of their lands at last, and effectively robbed of any chance to participate in the political process, by means of what we now call "genocide." The Indians are not the main ethnic concern of Heaven and Hell, but even so, I do not mean it to seem that I have given them what amounts to a historical shrug.

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Theirs is a tragedy I would like to deal with more fully, in another book, at a later time.

Of course, like the two novels preceding it, this one is meant first as a story, and only second as history (though as always, I never knowingly change or falsify the record for the sake of a plot). Some of the historical aspects of the novel do need brief comment.

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