The Commodore wouldn't be beaten.
He watched his father toil away as a seaman. Decided that instead of being embarrassed about it, he'd use it to his strength. He quit school at 11, learned what he could from his old man, and took to the seas. Then to the rivers. Then to the rails. Then to the history books.
And whatever the case, he had a fascination with the South. He left us one damn fine school up in Nashville. His earnings left us with one of America's great houses in North Carolina. And he also left us with that hope that if we bust ass, anchor down and stick to our guns the world won't forget us easily.