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NOBODY of any considerable information, of course, any longer believes in the legend of the Old South precisely as, for purposes of relief, I have sketched it in my introduction. Nobody can. For during the last twenty-five years the historians, grown more sober since the days when John Fiske could dispense with discretion and import whole fleets packed to the bowsprits with Prince Rupert's men, have been steadily heaping up a mass of evidence that actual Cavaliers or even near-Cavaliers were rare among Southern settlers.
And indeed, even though no such body of evidence existed, the
thing would still be obvious. Men of position and power, men who
are adjusted to their environment, men who find life bearable in
their accustomed place--such men do not embark on frail ships for
a dismal frontier where savages prowl and slay, and living is a
grim and laborious ordeal. The laborer, faced with starvation;
the debtor, anxious to get out of jail; the apprentice, reckless,
eager for a fling at adventure and even more eager to escape his
master; the peasant, weary of the exactions of milord; the small
landowner and shopkeeper, faced with bankruptcy and hopeful of a
fortune in tobacco; the neurotic, haunted by failure and despair;
and once in a blue moon some wealthy bourgeois, smarting under
the snubs of a haughty aristocracy and fancying himself in the
role of a princeling in the wilderness--all these will go. But
your fat and moneyed squire, your gentleman of rank and
connection, your Cavalier who is welcome in the drawing-rooms of
London--almost never. Not even, as a rule, if there is a price on
his head, for
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across the Channel is France, and the odds are that Cromwell can't last.
But though, in view of such considerations, nobody any longer holds to the Cavalier thesis in its overt form, it remains true that the popular mind still clings to it in essence. Explicit or implicit in most considerations of the land, and despite a gathering tendency on the part of the more advanced among the professional historians, and lately even on the part of popular writers, to cast doubt on it, the assumption persists that the great South of the first half of the nineteenth century--the South which fought the Civil War--was the home of a genuine and fully realized aristocracy, coextensive and identical with the ruling class, the planters; and sharply set apart from the common people, still pretty often lumped indiscriminately together as the poor whites, not only by economic condition but also by the far vaster gulf of a different blood and a different (and long and solidly established) heritage.
To suppose this, however, is to ignore the frontier and that sine qua non of aristocracy everywhere--the dimension of time. And to ignore the frontier and time in setting up a conception of the social state of the Old South is to abandon reality. For the history of this South throughout a very great part of the period from the opening of the nineteenth century to the Civil War (in the South beyond the Mississippi until long after that war) is mainly the history of the roll of frontier upon frontier--and on to the frontier beyond.
Prior to the close of the Revolutionary period the great South,
as such, has little history. Two hundred years had run since John
Smith had saved Jamestown, but the land which was to become the
cotton kingdom was still more wilderness than not. In Virginia--in
the Northern Neck, all along the tidewater, spreading inland
along the banks of the James, the York, the Rappahannock,
flinging thinly across the redlands to the valley of the
Shenandoah, echoing remotely about the dangerous water of
Albemarle--in South Carolina and Georgia--along a sliver of swamp
country running from Charleston to Georgetown and Savannah--and
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and around Hispano-Gallic New Orleans, there was something which could be called effective settlement and societal organization.
Here, indeed, there was a genuine, if small, aristocracy. Here was all that in after time was to give color to the legend of the Old South. Here were silver and carriages and courtliness and manner. Here were great houses--not as great as we are sometimes told, but still great houses: the Shirleys, the Westovers, the Stratfords. Here were the names that were sometime to flash with swords and grow tall in thunder--the Lees, the Stuarts, and the Beauregards. Charleston, called the most brilliant of American cities by Crevecccur, played a miniature London, with overtones of La Rochelle, to a small squirarchy of the rice plantations. In Virginia great earls played at Lord Bountiful, dispensing stately hospitality to every passer-by--to the barge captain on his way down the river, to the slaver who had this morning put into the inlet with a cargo of likely Fulah boys, to the wandering Yankee peddling his platitudinous wooden nutmeg, and to other great earls, who came, with their ladies, in canopied boats or in coach and six with liveried outriders. New Orleans was a pageant of dandies and coxcombs, and all the swamplands could show a social life of a considerable pretension.
It is well, however, to remember a thing or two about even
these Virginians. (For brevity's sake, I shall treat only of the
typical case of the Virginians, and shall hereafter generally
apply the term as embracing all these little clumps of colonial
aristocracy in the lowlands ) It is well to remember not only
that they were not generally Cavaliers in their origin but also
that they did not spring up to be aristocrats in a day. The two
hundred years since Jamestown must not be forgotten. It is
necessary to conceive Virginia as beginning very much as New
England began--as emerging by slow stages from a
primitive backwoods community, made
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up primarily of farmers and laborers. Undoubtedly there was a sprinkling of gentlemen of a sort--minor squires, younger sons of minor squires, or adventurers who had got themselves a crest, a fine coat, and title to huge slices of the country. And probably some considerable part of the aristocrats at the end of the Revolution are to be explained as stemming from these bright-plumed birds. It is certain that the great body of them cannot be so explained.
The odds were heavy against such gentlemen--against any gentlemen at all, for that matter. The land had to be wrested from the forest and the intractable red man. It was a harsh and bloody task, wholly unsuited to the talents which won applause in the neighborhood of Rotten Row and Covent Garden, or even in Hants or the West Riding. Leadership, for the great part, passed inevitably to rough and ready hands. While milord tarried at dice or languidly directed his even more languid workmen, his horny-palmed neighbors increasingly wrung profits from the earth, got themselves into position to extend their holdings, to send to England for redemptioners and convict servants in order to extend them still further, rose steadily toward equality with him, attained it, passed him, were presently buying up his bankrupt remains.
The very redemptioners and convict servants were apt to fare better than the gentleman. These are the people, of course, who are commonly said to explain the poor whites of the Old South,and so of our own time. It is generally held of them that they were uniformly shiftless or criminal, and that these characters, being inherent in the germ plasm, were handed on to their progeny, with the result that the whole body of them continually sank lower and lower in the social scale. The notion has the support of practically all the standard histories of the United States, as for example those of John Bach McMaster and James Ford Rhodes. But, as Professor G. W. Dyer, of Vanderbilt University, has pointed out in his monograph, Democracy in the South before the Civil War, it has little support in the known facts.
In the first place, there is no convincing evidence that, as a
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they came of congenitally inferior stock. If some of the convicts were thieves or cutthroats or prostitutes, then some of them were also mere political prisoners, and so, ironically, may very well have represented as good blood as there was in Virginia. Perhaps the majority were simply debtors. As for the redemptioners, the greater number of them seem to have been mere children or adolescents, lured from home by professional crimps or outright kidnapped. It is likely enough, to be sure, that most of them were still to be classed as laborers or the children of laborers; but it is an open question whether this involves any actual inferiority, and certainly it involved no practical inferiority in this frontier society.
On the contrary. Most of them were freed while still in their twenties. Every freeman was entitled to a headright of fifty acres. Unclaimed lands remained plentiful in even the earliest-settled areas until long after the importation of bound servants had died out before slavery. And to cap it all, tobacco prices rose steadily. Thus, given precisely those qualities of physical energy and dogged application which, in the absence of degeneracy, are pre-eminently the heritage of the laborer, the former redemptioner (or convict, for that matter) was very likely to do what so many other men of his same general stamp were doing all about him: steadily to build up his capital and become a man of substance and respect. There is abundant evidence that the thing did so happen. Adam Thoroughgood, who got to be the greatest planter in Norfolk, entered the colony as an indentured servant. Dozens of others who began in the same status are known to have become justices of the peace, vestrymen, and officers of the militia--positions reserved, of course, for gentlemen. And more than one established instance bears out Moll Flanders.
In sum, it is clear that distinctions were immensely supple, and that the test of a gentleman in seventeenth-century Virginia was what the test of a gentleman is likely to be in any rough young Society--the possession of a sufficient property.
Aristocracy in any real sense did not develop until after the passage of a hundred years--until after 1700. From the founda-
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tions carefully built up by his father and grandfather, a Carter, a Page, a Shirley began to tower decisively above the ruck of farmers, pyramided his holdings in land and slaves, squeezed out his smaller neighbors and relegated them to the remote Shenandoah, abandoned his story-and-a-half house for his new "hall," sent his sons to William and Mary and afterward to the English universities or the law schools in London. These sons brought back the manners of the Georges and more developed and subtle notions of class. And the sons of these in turn began to think of themselves as true aristocrats and to be accepted as such by those about them--to set themselves consciously to the elaboration and propagation of a tradition.
But even here the matter must not be conceived too rigidly, or as having taken place very extensively. The number of those who had moved the whole way into aristocracy even by the time of the Revolution was small. Most of the Virginians who counted themselves gentlemen were still, in reality, hardly more than superior farmers. Many great property-holders were still almost, if not quite, illiterate. Life in the greater part of the country was still more crude than not. The frontier still lent its tang to the manners of even the most advanced, all the young men who were presently to rule the Republic having been more or less shaped by it. And, as the emergence of Jeffersonian democracy from exactly this milieu testifies, rank had not generally hardened into caste.
--From The Mind of the South, Book I, "Its Origin and Development in the Old South", Chap. I, sections 1 & 2, pp. 3-8, 1991 ed., orig. published by Alfred Knopf, New York, February 10, 1941