Sam"s eye fell on it, too ... balefully. "d.a.m.ned if I know," he ground out.
"Even if it"s only "Mary had a little lamb," you"d better say it fast," Herndon said. "You were right-we can"t be the only paper getting a new edition to press as fast as we can set the type."
"I know, G.o.d d.a.m.n it, but I"m dry," Sam said. "I haven"t been this dry since the stagecoach ride through the desert from Salt Lake to Virginia City."
"You"ve got to say something," something," Herndon insisted. Herndon insisted.
"Yes, but what?" Clemens said. "What the devil can I say that Blaine didn"t already? The war"s done. We lost. Any fool can see that, and even a fool can see it now, or Blaine wouldn"t have given up. The thing is so obvious, it"s impossible to write about without sounding like an idiot." Herndon didn"t say anything. Sam caught him not saying anything. "When has that ever stopped me before, eh?"
"You can"t prove that"s what I was thinking," the reporter answered with a grin.
"And a d.a.m.ned lucky thing for you I can"t, too," Sam said. "Go on, get that set. I"ll come up with something in the next few minutes, or else we just have to go on without me." He didn"t like that. It was embarra.s.sing. But getting the news out on the street third would be a lot more embarra.s.sing. Herndon dashed away to the typesetters.
It"s oven Almost of its own will, Clemens" pen set down two words. He stared at them. They came close to serving as an editorial by themselves. What else did he need to say? He thought about that for a few seconds, then wrote one more sentence: Almost of its own will, Clemens" pen set down two words. He stared at them. They came close to serving as an editorial by themselves. What else did he need to say? He thought about that for a few seconds, then wrote one more sentence: Thank heaven! Thank heaven! He nodded, picked up the paper, and hurried after Clay Herndon. He nodded, picked up the paper, and hurried after Clay Herndon.
AUTHOR"S NOTE
This is a novel about the aftermath of a Confederate victory in the Civil War. It is not in any sense a sequel to my earlier novel about a Confederate victory in the Civil War, The Guns of the South The Guns of the South. Here, the Confederacy is imagined to have won by natural causes, so to speak, rather than by intervention from time-travelers with an agenda of their own, and to have done so in 1862 rather than 1864.
The differences are crucial. The Civil War is, and deserves to be, perhaps the most intensely examined period of American history. For better and for worse, all that the United States is today (even that we say The United States is The United States is, not The United States are) The United States are), it is because of what happened in and immediately after the Civil War. Change anything there, and subsequent history changes drastically.
Take the three cigars around which Lee"s Special Order 191 was wrapped. In real history, two Union soldiers, Corporal Barton Mitch.e.l.l and First Sergeant John Bloss, discovered them after a Confederate courier lost them. Learning Lee"s battle plan and how widely Lee had divided his army while invading U.S. territory let General McClellan win the battle of Antietam. That victory, in turn, let Lincoln issue the Emanc.i.p.ation Proclamation, which changed the moral character of the war. It effectively made sure that Britain and France, which were at the time trembling on the brink of recognizing the Confederate States and forcing mediation on the United States, did not do so.
Had those cigars and that order not been lost ... the world would be a different place today.
I need to make a couple of remarks about my handling of the characters in this novel. All speeches and writings attributed to Samuel Clemens, in particular, are of my own devising. The same does not apply to the political speeches I have put in the mouth of Abraham Lincoln. In them, I have frequently used his own words on the relationship between labor and capital and between employee and employer, sometimes verbatim, sometimes adapting his thought on slaves and owners to apply to workers and owners. I have done this not only for dramatic effect but also to show the plausibility (and what more can one demand of a novelist?) of the views I have ascribed to him in the changed circ.u.mstances I have envisioned here.
BOOKS BY HARRY TURTLEDOVE.
The Guns of the South
THE WORLDWAR SAGA.
Worldwar: In the Balance
Worldwar: Tilting the Balance
Worldwar: Upsetting the Balance
Worldwar: Striking the Balance
COLONIZATION.
Colonization: Second Contact
Colonization: Down to Earth
Colonization: Aftershocks
THE VIDESSOS CYCLE.
The Misplaced Legion
An Emperor for the Legion
The Legion of Videssos
Swords of the Legion
THE TALE OF KRISPOS.
Krispos Rising
Krispos of Videssos
Krispos the Emperor
THE TIME OF TROUBLES SERIES.
The Stolen Throne
Hammer and Anvil
The Thousand Cities
Videssos Besieged
Noninterference
Kaleidoscope
A World of Difference
Earthgrip
Departures
How Few Remain
THE GREAT WAR.
The Great War: American Front
The Great War: Walk in h.e.l.l
The Great War: Breakthroughs
American Empire: Blood and Iron
American Empire: The Center Cannot Hold