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"
And
yourself
!
"
"
My
dear
,
that
did
n't
hurt
a
bit
!
I
wear
no
uniform
and
wave
no
sword
and
the
fortunes
of
the
Confederacy
mean
nothing
at
all
to
me
.
Moreover
,
I
would
n't
be
caught
dead
in
the
Home
Guard
or
in
any
army
,
for
that
matter
.
I
had
enough
of
things
military
at
West
Point
to
do
me
the
rest
of
my
life
...
.
Well
,
I
wish
Old
Joe
luck
.
General
Lee
ca
n't
send
him
any
help
because
the
Yankees
are
keeping
him
busy
in
Virginia
.
So
the
Georgia
state
troops
are
the
only
reinforcements
Johnston
can
get
.
He
deserves
better
,
for
he
's
a
great
strategist
.
He
always
manages
to
get
places
before
the
Yankees
do
.
But
he
'll
have
to
keep
falling
back
if
he
wants
to
protect
the
railroad
;
and
mark
my
words
,
when
they
push
him
out
of
the
mountains
and
onto
the
flatter
land
around
here
,
he
's
going
to
be
butchered
.
"
"
Around
here
?
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
You
know
mighty
well
the
Yankees
will
never
get
this
far
!
"
"
Kennesaw
is
only
twenty-two
miles
away
and
I
'll
wager
you
--
"
"
Rhett
,
look
,
down
the
street
!
That
crowd
of
men
!
They
are
n't
soldiers
.
What
on
earth
...
?
Why
,
they
're
darkies
!
"
There
was
a
great
cloud
of
red
dust
coming
up
the
street
and
from
the
cloud
came
the
sound
of
the
tramping
of
many
feet
and
a
hundred
or
more
negro
voices
,
deep
throated
,
careless
,
singing
a
hymn
.
Rhett
pulled
the
carriage
over
to
the
curb
,
and
Scarlett
looked
curiously
at
the
sweating
black
men
,
picks
and
shovels
over
their
shoulders
,
shepherded
along
by
an
officer
and
a
squad
of
men
wearing
the
insignia
of
the
engineering
corps
.
"
What
on
earth
...
?
"
she
began
again
.
Then
her
eyes
lighted
on
a
singing
black
buck
in
the
front
rank
.
He
stood
nearly
six
and
a
half
feet
tall
,
a
giant
of
a
man
,
ebony
black
,
stepping
along
with
the
lithe
grace
of
a
powerful
animal
,
his
white
teeth
flashing
as
he
led
the
gang
in
"
Go
Down
,
Moses
.
"
Surely
there
was
n't
a
negro
on
earth
as
tall
and
loud
voiced
as
this
one
except
Big
Sam
,
the
foreman
of
Tara
.
But
what
was
Big
Sam
doing
here
,
so
far
away
from
home
,
especially
now
that
there
was
no
overseer
on
the
plantation
and
he
was
Gerald
's
right-hand
man
?
As
she
half
rose
from
her
seat
to
look
closer
,
the
giant
caught
sight
of
her
and
his
black
face
split
in
a
grin
of
delighted
recognition
.
He
halted
,
dropped
his
shovel
and
started
toward
her
,
calling
to
the
negroes
nearest
him
:
"
Gawdlmighty
!
It
's
Miss
Scarlett
!
You
,
'
Lige
!
'
Postle
!
Prophet
!
Dar
's
Miss
Scarlett
!
"
