CHAPTER XIII.

PEACE ONCE MORE.

At the time of Lin-coln's death, there had been a sort of plot

to kill more of the head men of the land. Sew-ard had been shot

in his own house, and there was a great fear in Wash-ing-ton;

for no one knew how far this plot might reach.

When An-drew John-son took the place at the head of the land,

there was some fear that those who had spent so long a time

in the war would not know how to live in time of peace. But

they soon made their way to their old homes, and were glad to

lay down their arms and take up the old trades once more. There

was a vast debt, and all sorts of loans to be got. Then there

were those who thought that the States, which were the cause

of the war, should not have the right to come back on their

own terms; and some thought they could come back when they would,

and in their own way.

But John-son brought out a Bill which gave back all their rights

to most of those who had made the war. The States could come

back if they would say that they would have no more slaves,

and that they would be true to the U-nit-ed States in all time

to come. John-son did not act in a way to suit those who had

cast their votes for him, and Con-gress made a move that he

should give up his place. When they came to try him, they found

there was one vote short. That one vote kept him in his place;

but he did not get a new term.

The next man who was the choice of the land was U-lys-ses S.

Grant, whose work in the war had won him such fame. In his time

all the States of the South came back in to the U-nion. Great

tracts of land were made ours; the debt was made less; and there

was a law made which said that men of all races and hues should

have a right to vote. In his last term a grand show took place

in Phil-a-del-phia. All the lands in the world sent things to

be shown there, and all the trades of the world had place in

those great halls.

When Hayes came in there was talk that there had not been a

fair vote for him; but in time he won his way. He was fair to

both North and South, and his rule was mild but firm. He drew

all troops out of the South, that those States might put their

own laws in force, with no help from Wash-ing-ton; so that if

their own folks had wrongs, their own courts must set the thing

right.

Time has shown that this course was wise. The States at the

South have grown in peace and good will to us since that time,

and the white men there now seem quite glad to have the black

men vote. Rail ways have been built so fast that it is thought

in a few years there will be four or five of these great lines

through the whole length and breadth of the land. Our debt has

been paid off at such a quick rate that if we go on it will

be gone ere long, and the tax on all things can be made less.

We have shown, too, that we have not stood still.

In old times each watch in use here came from the old lands,

but now a watch is made here that might win the prize from those

on that side of the sea. So, too, in glass, tools, knives, soap,

combs, and all sorts of things, we have made a name. The beef

and grain we send out bring in vast wealth.

James A. Gar-field was our choice in 1881. A great shock was

felt in the land, just two months from the time he came to the

White House, when we heard he had been shot while on his way

to take a train for the North. A man by the name of Gui-teau,

who had some sort of strange craze, was the one who did the

black deed.

They bore Gar-field at once to his home in the White House,

and for a long time he lay there in great pain. Day by day the

news would flash on the wires that told his state, how his pulse

beat, how he had slept, and what hope there was for his life.

All would seize the news and read it each day, with the wish

that he might yet live. They took him to Long Branch in the

hope that the sea breeze might help him; but though his life

held out for near the space of three months, it came to an end,

and his last breath was drawn in that sweet home by the sea,

Sep-tem-ber 19, 1881. Great grief was felt at his death, and

all lands strove to say a kind word. The Court of Eng-land put

on black for him, and the Queen sent a wreath for his grave.

Gui-teau was hung for his crime.

Ches-ter A. Ar-thur is now our Pres-i-dent. We are at peace

with all the world. The same flag, with the old stars and stripes,

floats now in the South as in the North. Long may it wave, "On

the land of the free and the home of the brave."

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