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One
afternoon
,
she
came
home
from
town
,
driven
by
the
frightened
Uncle
Peter
and
supported
by
Rhett
Butler
.
She
had
fainted
at
the
telegraph
office
and
Rhett
,
passing
by
and
observing
the
excitement
,
had
escorted
her
home
.
He
carried
her
up
the
stairs
to
her
bedroom
and
while
the
alarmed
household
fled
hither
and
yon
for
hot
bricks
,
blankets
and
whisky
,
he
propped
her
on
the
pillows
of
her
bed
.
"
Mrs.
Wilkes
,
"
he
questioned
abruptly
,
"
you
are
going
to
have
a
baby
,
are
you
not
?
"
Had
Melanie
not
been
so
faint
,
so
sick
,
so
heartsore
,
she
would
have
collapsed
at
his
question
.
Even
with
women
friends
she
was
embarrassed
by
any
mention
of
her
condition
,
while
visits
to
Dr.
Meade
were
agonizing
experiences
.
And
for
a
man
,
especially
Rhett
Butler
,
to
ask
such
a
question
was
unthinkable
.
But
lying
weak
and
forlorn
in
the
bed
,
she
could
only
nod
.
After
she
had
nodded
,
it
did
not
seem
so
dreadful
,
for
he
looked
so
kind
and
so
concerned
.
"
Then
you
must
take
better
care
of
yourself
.
All
this
running
about
and
worry
wo
n't
help
you
and
may
harm
the
baby
.
If
you
will
permit
me
,
Mrs.
Wilkes
,
I
will
use
what
influence
I
have
in
Washington
to
learn
about
Mr.
Wilkes
'
fate
.
If
he
is
a
prisoner
,
he
will
be
on
the
Federal
lists
,
and
if
he
is
n't
--
well
,
there
's
nothing
worse
than
uncertainty
.
But
I
must
have
your
promise
.
Take
care
of
yourself
or
,
before
God
,
I
wo
n't
turn
a
hand
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
so
kind
,
"
cried
Melanie
.
"
How
can
people
say
such
dreadful
things
about
you
?
"
Then
overcome
with
the
knowledge
of
her
tactlessness
and
also
with
horror
at
having
discussed
her
condition
with
a
man
,
she
began
to
cry
weakly
.
And
Scarlett
,
flying
up
the
stairs
with
a
hot
brick
wrapped
in
flannel
,
found
Rhett
patting
her
hand
.
He
was
as
good
as
his
word
.
They
never
knew
what
wires
he
pulled
.
They
feared
to
ask
,
knowing
it
might
involve
an
admission
of
his
too
close
affiliations
with
the
Yankees
.
It
was
a
month
before
he
had
news
,
news
that
raised
them
to
the
heights
when
they
first
heard
it
,
but
later
created
a
gnawing
anxiety
in
their
hearts
.
Ashley
was
not
dead
!
He
had
been
wounded
and
taken
prisoner
,
and
the
records
showed
that
he
was
at
Rock
Island
,
a
prison
camp
in
Illinois
.
In
their
first
joy
,
they
could
think
of
nothing
except
that
he
was
alive
.
But
,
when
calmness
began
to
return
,
they
looked
at
one
another
and
said
"
Rock
Island
!
"
in
the
same
voice
they
would
have
said
"
In
Hell
!
"
For
even
as
Andersonville
was
a
name
that
stank
in
the
North
,
so
was
Rock
Island
one
to
bring
terror
to
the
heart
of
any
Southerner
who
had
relatives
imprisoned
there
.
When
Lincoln
refused
to
exchange
prisoners
,
believing
it
would
hasten
the
end
of
the
war
to
burden
the
Confederacy
with
the
feeding
and
guarding
of
Union
prisoners
,
there
were
thousands
of
bluecoats
at
Andersonville
,
Georgia
.
The
Confederates
were
on
scant
rations
and
practically
without
drugs
or
bandages
for
their
own
sick
and
wounded
.
They
had
little
to
share
with
the
prisoners
.
They
fed
their
prisoners
on
what
the
soldiers
in
the
field
were
eating
,
fat
pork
and
dried
peas
,
and
on
this
diet
the
Yankees
died
like
flies
,
sometimes
a
hundred
a
day
.
Inflamed
by
the
reports
,
the
North
resorted
to
harsher
treatment
of
Confederate
prisoners
and
at
no
place
were
conditions
worse
than
at
Rock
Island
.
Food
was
scanty
,
one
blanket
for
three
men
,
and
the
ravages
of
smallpox
,
pneumonia
and
typhoid
gave
the
place
the
name
of
a
pest-house
.
Three-fourths
of
all
the
men
sent
there
never
came
out
alive
.
