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in the forest, tribally, in small communities, some in log cabins, some in

  wigwams or tepees.

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  Already there were settlers in the neighboring, less peaceful, territory

  of Missouri, and some had gone farther west, and crossed the Sabine

  River, into the Mexican province of Texas.

  Nashville was the crossroads, and James was wise enough to understand

  that fortunes can be made more easily at crossroads than at destinations.

  James and Washington found a boardinghouse and settled in. Their letters

  of introduction served them well, and they were welcomed to the community.

  Being Irish was no disadvantage here; it was sufficient, they quickly

  discovered, that they were white gentlemen. The manners and modes of the

  town were no different from any other they had known, if more open and

  informal, though both James and Washington were amused that almost all

  white men, rich or poor, had constant dribbles on their chins, from

  chewing tobacco. James never took to the practice. The few free blacks

  were regarded dubiously by the majority of whites, if not with open

  hostility, and the slaves were a simple fact of life, harshly treated or

  otherwise, depending on the whim of their Massas. The Indians, of whatever

  tribe, were mostly shunned and avoided, and half-breeds despised, even by

  other Indians.

  Within two weeks, James and Washington had found, and arranged to buy,

  a spacious wooden store in the main street. Washington had his portion

  from his father and was ready to pay cash. James had wrestled with his

  conscience. Ultimately, not wanting to be indebted to a bank or his

  younger brother, he used his own portion that he had vowed he would never

  touch. He justified the breaking of this oath by his need for a start in

  life.

  Their supplies began arriving by flat-bottomed barge from Philadelphia

  and Baltimore, and soon their shelves were stacked with clothing and

  cloth-calico, linen, wool, and woven cotton-hats and boots, cases of

  candles, tins of tobacco, bags of loose coffee and tea, flour and

  oatmeal, dry beans and maize, crockery and cutlery, pots and pans, and

  racks and spades and hoes. Even before the shop opened, they had begun

  business, making contact with the farmers who dealt with their brothers

  in the East, offering their services in any and every capacity, as

  mailmen and post office, as agents and suppliers,

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  and as accountants and bookkeepers. They preferred cash money, specie, as

  their payment, but were prepared to take signed notes or paper; they offered

  credit, provided there was collateral, they would even barter, and they

  accepted deeds to land, the common currency of the frontier.

  They hung up their shingle, JACKSON BROTHERS, DRY GOODS, and on the day the

  store was ready, they looked at each other, both in serviceable trousers,

  with blousy shirts and clean linen aprons, shook hands, wished each other

  good luck, and opened their door.

  They did better than they had hoped and were busier than they could have

  imagined. At the end of the first day, they knew they needed some help, if

  only an errand boy, to run messages, clean the store, and load wagons. They

  put a sign in the window, confidently expecting a number of applications

  from the poor white boys in the district, keen to earn pocket money, but to

  their surprise, no one came for the job. Had they been more attuned to the

  town and the times, they might have noticed that some of their customers

  looked at the sign suspiciously, but they were new to the district, and

  naive.

  James ran the store on his own, for Washington was always out making

  deliveries in the wagon. He was toying with putting an advertisement for the

  job in the local newspaper, when the door burst open, and an angry white man

  came in. He snatched the job advertisement from the door and marched to the

  counter, interrupting two women who were debating the merits of different

  brands of linseed oil with James.

  "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

  James was irritated, and glared at the intruder. A tall, lanky man, with a

  shock of unruly red hair and startling, sapphire eyes that were dancing

  with anger. A slender, well-dressed black man had followed him into the

  store, and stood behind him, Ue a shadow.

  The ferocity of the man's approach unnerved James. The two women drifted

  away to inspect bags of white beans.

  "I need a boy for the store," James said. "To run errands, and keep the

  place clean-"

  "Nigger work," the man shouted, interrupting James. He

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  turned to his shadow. "Nigger work, eh, Alfred?"

  The shadow nodded, and his Massa turned back to James.

  "No decent white boy would do this."

  James's temper was rising.

  "But I need help, and I'd pay well," he said, with an edge in his voice.

  The man laughed, and James wondered what was so funny.

  "Then get a nigger," he said.

  "I don't know how," James countered. "None have applied."

  The man laughed again, and the shadow chuckled. "Nigger boys don't apply

  for jobs; they don't have a choice in the matter. You buy 'em."

  James felt foolish now. The concept of owning slaves was no longer

  shocking or exotic to him, but he had never imagined he would have the

  need to purchase one. He was not sure he wanted to own a slave.

  An image popped into his mind of a well-dressed woman in Liverpool

  leading a beautifully attired Nubian boy, on a silver chain. The boy had

  not seemed unhappy.

  "How?" was the best he could manage.

  The man's anger had dissipated, and he looked at James almost pityingly,

  and shook his head.

  "I thought your brothers would have equipped you better for the

  frontier."

  It dawned on James who he was. Some cadence in his speech matched the

  phrases he had read in irate letters.

  "Mr. Jackson?" he wondered, and Andrew laughed, and shook his hand.

  "Andrew will do," he said. "And you're the greenhorn. James or

  Washington?"

  "James," James murmured, feeling very like an errant boy before his

  father.

  "Well, James," Andrew said. "You've already set a few tongues wagging in

  Nashville with this advertisement, Everyone took pity on you because you

  are new, but no one had the guts to tell you. Except me."

  He tapped the advertisement on the counter.

  "We'll find you a boy."

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  He turned to his shadow. "See to it, Alfred. Get him a good un, but not

  too pricey. We may have one at the farm.

  "Yes, suh, Massa," the shadow, Alfred, murmured.

  Andrew turned back to James.

  "Irish," he barked. "Horses?"

  James didn't understand the question.

  "Horseracing!" Andrew snapped impatiently. "Are you a gambling man?"

  "Some," James admitted. The truculent manner of his visitor was annoying

/>   him again. He wanted to say something to put him in his place, but was

  already slightly in awe of him.

  "My father bred steeplechasers," he said, with a tinge of pride. "Crazy

  Jane, among others."

  Andrew nodded in appreciation, and James was surprised again, for he

  could not imagine that anyone here had heard of his father's prize mare.

  -We'll make a frontiersman of you yet," he said. "Though I trust your

  prices will be more reasonable than your thieving brothers'."

  He was already on his way out of the store, and James's temper snapped.

  ., my brothers are not thieves," he cried. "And nor am I.-

  Andrew stopped and turned back, and gave James his most dazzling smile.

  The effect of that smile, impudent, confident, embracing, and reassuring,

  was remarkable. James thought he had survived a test of fire, and had

  triumphed and been included in the company of a god.

  "Well, we shall see," Andrew said. He tipped his hat to the women who

  were still twittering about beans and swept out of the store. Alfred

  followed him, as closely as his shadow.

  After he had gone, James looked at his hands, which were shaking slightly,

  but he was well satisfied with the meeting. He sold the women what they

  wanted, then, having no other customers, set to and swept the store.

  At dinner that night he told Washington about Andrew, and, cautiously,

  suggested that they might soon own a slave. Washington raised his

  eyebrows in surprise, but listened to James's justifications.

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  "I'd rather the poor beggar was with us," Washington said,

  than stuck in the fields like his brothers. I have seen terrible things

  done to them."

  Washington, on his journeys of delivery, had seen much more of the actual

  workings of slave life than James. He had seen blacks flogged for minor

  misdemeanors, and it had shocked him at first, and repulsed him. But he

  was getting used to it.

  "And it is the way of things," he said.

  They agreed they would be kind to their slave, if he turned up, and never

  raise their hand to him in anger. They made a room ready in the basement,

  with a small bunk and some blankets, like getting a kennel ready for a

  new and costly dog, and wondered what he would eat. They took their own

  meals at the tavern across the road, and remembered there was provision

  for the feeding of slaves, in the kitchen.

  Alfred came back the following morning, before Washington set off on his

  rounds. He had a small black boy with him, of eight or nine years old.

  He tipped his hat to James and Washington.

  "Massa," he said. "This here be Ephraim."

  Ephraim was thin and scrawny, simply dressed and barefooted. He kept his

  eyes to the floor.

  Alfred bent down and spoke to him.

  "This yo' new Massas," he said. "Be a good boy, an' allus do what you

  tol'."

  Ephraim nodded without looking up. Washington went to him.

  "Well, now, Ephraim," he said. "I'm Massa Washington, and that's Massa

  James."

  He waited a moment.

  "Do you understand?"

  Ephraim nodded.

  "What is my name?" Washington asked him.

  "Mass' Wash'n'ton," Ephraim murmured.

  "Very good," Washington said. "And that man?"

  "Mass' James," Ephraim whispered.

  "Excellent," Washington said, and put his arm around the boy's shoulders.

  Ephraim stiffened.

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  "There's no need to be frightened of me," Washington told him. "I'm not

  going to beat you."

  Ephraim nodded, but didn't seem convinced.

  "Are you hungry?" Washington asked him.

  "Chile bin fed," Alfred said, but Ephraim looked up at Washington with

  large and sorrowful eyes. He had been well fed that morning, but he was

  always hungry.

  Washington smiled. The effect of his smile on Ephraim was similar to the

  effect of Andrew's smile on James the previous day. He looked at

  Washington adoringly and nodded his head.

  "I's allus hungry," he said.

  "Thought so," Washington said cheerily. "I am too. Why don't you and I

  find some bread and cheese and get to know each other. -

  He led Ephraim to the back of the store, found some fresh bread and a

  lump of hard cheese, and the two sat together, munching happily, while

  Washington told Ephraim what was expected of him.

  Alfred came to James, and put some papers on the counter.

  "Sign here, Massa," he instructed James.

  James signed where he indicated. It was official. He owned a slave.

  "Dat a hunerd dollar you owe Massa Andrew," he said. "But he take it in

  kind."

  He tipped his hat, and left the store. James went to join Washington and

  Ephraim.

  "He's a good lad," Washington told James. "His family should be proud of

  him."

  "Where is your mother, Ephraim?" he asked the little slave, who looked

  at the floor again, because he didn't understand the question.

  "Yo' mammy.- Washington had already picked up a few words of the slaves'

  dialect. "Where is she?"

  -Wi' Massa Jackson," Ephraim whispered. There was a tear in his eye. This

  big white man might be quite friendly, but he was his Massa, and Massas

  could turn on nigger boys at any moment. And he missed his mammy.

  Although he had only been parted from her that morning, he did not expect

  to see her again.

  "Well, I'll take you with me sometimes, when I go to visit

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  Massa Jackson's farm," Washington told him, for he missed his mother. "And

  you can see your mammy.-

  Ephraim looked at him again, as if he couldn't quite believe his ears,

  or his luck,

  "Now, let's go and took at your room," Washington said, and led Ephraim

  away.

  James stayed in the store, beset by two conflicting emotions. He was

  quite proud of the fact that he now owned a slave, of some value. He was

  becoming a man of property and substance.

  But he was also ashamed. It had not occured to him that Ephraim might

  miss his mammy. Or even that he had one.

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  After Ephraim it was easy, almost as easy as making money, which flowed

  to them in a steady stream at first, but then in a raging torrent.

  They bought a house, and because they needed a cook and housekeeper,

  Alfred found them Tiara, a young, outspoken girl who cost four hundred

  dollars.

  They decided to expand the small stable at the back of the store into a

  livery stable, and they needed hostlers, so Alfred found them Micah, a

  sturdy young man who was good with horses. Micah cost six hundred

  dollars.

  When Tiara and Micah got much too close to each other and had a son,

  James discovered that he owned a healthy baby boy who hadn't cost him

  anything at all and was worth, on the day of his birth, fifty dollars,

  and who appreciated in value with each passing year. Tiara and Micah
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  jumped over the broom, a slave custom, into the land of matrimony, and

  had several more children, all of whom belonged to James, who had never

  attended a slave auction.

  The store did well, and they used that and the house they owned as

  collateral to buy some undeveloped lots on the out-

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  skirts of town. Within a year they sold three of them at a handsome

  profit. With that money they purchased lot #177, on which a cotton gin had

  been erected, and began processing much of the cotton from the district.

  Washington, filled with wanderlust and the adventure of the frontier,

  explored farther south, to Natchez, which had been a Spanish town, and

  bought several lots near there. After the Purchase and Louisiana's later

  admission to the Union, settlement in the area flourished. Washington

  sold his land and tripled his money. He bought more land, cheaper land,

  farther from the town, and within a year sold that and bought more.

  James and Washington had early on decided that, unlike most stores in

  Nashville, theirs would serve Indians. They were not to be allowed in

  while whites were shopping, but came in the evening, when the store was

  closed to others. If they wanted to make purchases during the day, they

  would come to the back, and Micah or Ephraim would relay their needs to

  James.

  The Indians were keenly aware of local opinion and attitudes toward them,

  and just as aware of, and keenly grateful for, James's lack of that

  attitude. James was fascinated by them. He saw little to fear in them,

  and could not equate the countless stories of bloodthirsty savages with

  these reserved and downcast people who were struggling to survive in a

  world that was alien to them. They in turn respected his confidence, and

  he was befriended by Jimmy Doublehedd, and his father, the Cherokee

  chief, Doublehead.

  Chief Doublehead was old, and seldom smiled. In his youth he had been a

  fierce warrior, but after countless, fruitless battles against the

  whites, he had come to believe that his nation could not win against such

  overwhelming, constantly renewing, numbers of white men, who were better

  armed and better trained. He sought peace, as being in the best interest

  of his people.

  He bent his efforts toward a harmonious accommodation between the races,

  and the whites came to regard him as the man who tried to civilize his

  people, He ceded and sold land to the whites. He opened a trading post,

  and supervised appreciable commerce. He adopted the white man's ways of

  agriculture, established a plantation, and owned several black slaves.

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  A scandal erupted when Doublehead ceded by treaty a large territory of

  land to the south, between Nashville and Huntsville, The Chickasaw

  claimed it was their land and outside of Doublehead's jurisdiction. A

  small war ensued, which both Indian tribes lost. Younger braves of his

  tribe rebelled, and accused Doublehead of surrendering to the white man.

  Chief Doublehead's reputation among the tribes was shattered.

  He found it impossible to smile anymore, because there was nothing to

  smile about. Only his son, Jimmy, defended him.

  Council was called, and one by one the young braves voiced their

  grievances against Doublehead, the U.S. government, and all white men.

  Doublehead listened in silence, and hardly moved, except to restrain his

  angry son, Jimmy. It was council, and all were entitled to their say.

  Bonepolisher, a sturdy Cherokee brave, made a long speech accusing

  Doublehead of infamy to his own tribe, and of making secret treaties with

  the white men, to benefit himself.

  Doublehead heard him out, but his anger was rising.

  "You have betrayed the people, your brothers! " Bonepolisher cried. It

  was the greatest sin an Indian could be accused of by his own people.

  Doublehead got to his feet.

  "You have said enough, Bonepolisher," Doublehead said, in a voice of

  thunder. "Stop, or I shall kill you."

  In fury, Bonepolisher grabbed his tomahawk and raised it to strike

  Doublehead, who shot him through the heart.

  The council adjourned in anger and confusion. Later that evening,