Men who despised his principles admired his intellect. In court-room repartee he could take the wind out of McGregor's sails, and McGregor was past master in the art. He was able, brilliant, unscrupulous, without a moral conscience, but with a keen intellectual one. He was no spendthrift in rascality, economised in employment of evil means, using them no farther than self-interest required. He could show kindness gracefully; ceased to stir up negroes when it ceased to pay. A neighbour who was civil when others snubbed him, went to Washington when Landon, at his zenith, was there in a high Government position, and opened a law office. Landon threw work his way. One day McGregor, Governor of his State, got a letter from Landon; a great foreign dignitary, visiting this country, was to be entertained at Landon's palace; would McGregor lend the old State flag to be draped with the Stars and Stripes and the foreigner's flag over the end of the room where Landon and the dignitary would stand while receiving? McGregor sent it. In the little town in which he tricked and won his way, court was never paid to Landon on account of his wealth and power, but people gradually came to treat him less coldly as he changed with the times. Reconstruction tried men's souls and morals; a man who went to pieces under temptation sometimes came out a gentleman, or something like it, when temptation was over. Landon won favors of all parties. Cleveland gave him a position. A committee waited upon Mr. McKinley, asking appointment for Landon. Mr. McKinley demurred: "I understand that in the South, Mr. Landon is not considered a gentleman." "We promised him this if he would render the party the service which he has rendered." The President had to yield. Roosevelt, who came to the Presidency without election, turned this man down with a firm hand. THE DEVIL ON THE SANTEE CHAPTER XXIX THE DEVIL ON THE SANTEE (A Rice-Planter's Story) Between the plantation where harmony and industry still prevailed and that in which was complete upheaval of the old order, were thousands showing its disintegration in intermediate grades. On the James River, in Virginia, and on waterways in rice and cotton lands up which Federal gunboats steamed, and on the Sea Islands, plantations innumerable furnished parallel cases to that set forth in the following narrative, which I had from Captain Thomas Pinckney, of Charleston, South Carolina. When Captain Pinckney went down to El Dorado, his plantation on the Santee, in 1866, he found things "in a shocking condition and the very devil to pay." The night before reaching his place he spent at the house of an English neighbour, who had had oversight of his property. He received this report: