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Scarlett
struck
a
few
chords
and
her
voice
floated
out
to
them
from
the
parlor
,
sweetly
,
sadly
,
in
the
words
of
a
popular
song
:
"
Into
a
ward
of
whitewashed
walls
Where
the
dead
and
dying
lay
--
Wounded
with
bayonets
,
shells
and
balls
--
Somebody
's
darling
was
borne
one
day
.
"
Somebody
's
darling
!
so
young
and
so
brave
!
Wearing
still
on
his
pale
,
sweet
face
--
Soon
to
be
hid
by
the
dust
of
the
grave
--
The
lingering
light
of
his
boyhood
's
grace
.
"
"
Matted
and
damp
are
the
curls
of
gold
,
"
mourned
Scarlett
's
faulty
soprano
,
and
Fanny
half
rose
and
said
in
a
faint
,
strangled
voice
:
"
Sing
something
else
!
"
The
piano
was
suddenly
silent
as
Scarlett
was
overtaken
with
surprise
and
embarrassment
.
Then
she
hastily
blundered
into
the
opening
bars
of
"
Jacket
of
Gray
"
and
stopped
with
a
discord
as
she
remembered
how
heartrending
that
selection
was
too
.
The
piano
was
silent
again
for
she
was
utterly
at
a
loss
.
All
the
songs
had
to
do
with
death
and
parting
and
sorrow
.
Rhett
rose
swiftly
,
deposited
Wade
in
Fanny
's
lap
,
and
went
into
the
parlor
.
"
Play
'
My
Old
Kentucky
Home
,
'
"
he
suggested
smoothly
,
and
Scarlett
gratefully
plunged
into
it
.
Her
voice
was
joined
by
Rhett
's
excellent
bass
,
and
as
they
went
into
the
second
verse
those
on
the
porch
breathed
more
easily
,
though
Heaven
knew
it
was
none
too
cheery
a
song
,
either
.
"
Just
a
few
more
days
for
to
tote
the
weary
load
!
No
matter
,
'
twill
never
be
light
!
Just
a
few
more
days
,
till
we
totter
in
the
road
!
Then
,
my
old
Kentucky
home
,
good
night
!
"
Dr.
Meade
's
prediction
was
right
--
as
far
as
it
went
.
Johnston
did
stand
like
an
iron
rampart
in
the
mountains
above
Dalton
,
one
hundred
miles
away
.
So
firmly
did
he
stand
and
so
bitterly
did
he
contest
Sherman
's
desire
to
pass
down
the
valley
toward
Atlanta
that
finally
the
Yankees
drew
back
and
took
counsel
with
themselves
.
They
could
not
break
the
gray
lines
by
direct
assault
and
so
,
under
cover
of
night
,
they
marched
through
the
mountain
passes
in
a
semicircle
,
hoping
to
come
upon
Johnston
's
rear
and
cut
the
railroad
behind
him
at
Resaca
,
fifteen
miles
below
Dalton
.
