Jacquelin was vaguely conscious that a change had come, not only over
the old county since he left it, but over his friends also. Not merely
had the places gone down, but the people themselves were somewhat
changed. They looked downcast; their tone, formerly jovial and cheery,
had a tinge of bitterness. In those few years a difference between
him and them had grown up. He did not analyze it, but it was enough
to disquiet him. Had his point of view changed? He saw defects which
he thought he could remedy. Those he was with, apparently saw none.
They simply plodded on, as though oblivious of the facts. It made him
unhappy. He determined to use his enlarged view, as he deemed it, to
instruct and aid those who lacked his advantages. It seemed to him
that, in his travels, his horizon had widened. On the high seas or in
a foreign land, it had been the flag of the nation that he wanted to
see. He had begun to realize the idea of a great nation that should be
known and respected wherever a ship could sail or a traveller could
penetrate; of a re-united country in which the people of both sides,
retaining all the best of both sides, should vie with each other in
building up the nation, and should equally receive all its benefits. He
had pondered much on this, and he thought he had discovered the way to
accomplish it, in a complete acceptance of the new situation.
It was a great blow to Jacquelin to find on his return what
extraordinary changes had taken place in the county: Still, occupying
not only his old home, but Dr. Cary’s; Leech the supreme power in all
public matters in the county; Nicholas Ash driving a carriage, with
money that must have been stolen; and almost the entire gentry of the
State either turned out of their homes or just holding on, while those
whom he had left half-amused children playing at the game of freedmen,
were parading around the country in all the bravery and insolence of an
armed mob. All this was a shock to him. He spoke of his views to Dr.
Cary. The Doctor was the person who had first suggested the idea to his
mind, and was the one who, he felt, was the soundest and safest guide
to follow. In the little that he had seen of him since his return he
had found him, as he knew he would be, precisely the same he had always
been, absolutely calm and unruffled. To his astonishment the Doctor
shook his head.
“It is Utopian. I thought so myself formerly and, as you may remember,
incurred much animadversion and some obloquy. I did not care a button
about that. But I am not sure that General Legaie and those who agreed
with him, whose action I at that time thought the height of folly, were
not nearer right than I was. I am sure my principle was correct, and,
perhaps, had they yielded and gone in with us at the beginning it might
have been different; but I am not certain as to it now.” He bowed his
head in deep and painful reflection.
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