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In
those
first
days
of
the
siege
,
when
the
Yankees
crashed
here
and
there
against
the
defenses
of
the
city
,
Scarlett
was
so
frightened
by
the
bursting
shells
she
could
only
cower
helplessly
,
her
hands
over
her
ears
,
expecting
every
moment
to
be
blown
into
eternity
.
When
she
heard
the
whistling
screams
that
heralded
their
approach
,
she
rushed
to
Melanie
's
room
and
flung
herself
on
the
bed
beside
her
,
and
the
two
clutched
each
other
,
screaming
"
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
as
they
buried
their
heads
in
the
pillows
.
Prissy
and
Wade
scurried
for
the
cellar
and
crouched
in
the
cobwebbed
darkness
,
Prissy
squalling
at
the
top
of
her
voice
and
Wade
sobbing
and
hiccoughing
.
Suffocating
under
feather
pillows
while
death
screamed
overhead
,
Scarlett
silently
cursed
Melanie
for
keeping
her
from
the
safer
regions
below
stairs
.
But
the
doctor
had
forbidden
Melanie
to
walk
and
Scarlett
had
to
stay
with
her
.
Added
to
her
terror
of
being
blown
to
pieces
was
her
equally
active
terror
that
Melanie
's
baby
might
arrive
at
any
moment
.
Sweat
broke
out
on
Scarlett
with
clammy
dampness
,
whenever
this
thought
entered
her
mind
.
What
would
she
do
if
the
baby
started
coming
?
She
knew
she
'd
rather
let
Melanie
die
than
go
out
on
the
streets
to
hunt
for
the
doctor
when
the
shells
were
falling
like
April
rain
.
And
she
knew
Prissy
could
be
beaten
to
death
before
she
would
venture
forth
.
What
would
she
do
if
the
baby
came
?
These
matters
she
discussed
with
Prissy
in
whispers
one
evening
,
as
they
prepared
Melanie
's
supper
tray
,
and
Prissy
,
surprisingly
enough
,
calmed
her
fears
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
effen
we
kain
git
de
doctah
w
'
en
Miss
Melly
's
time
come
,
doan
you
bodder
.
Ah
kin
manage
.
Ah
knows
all
'
bout
birthin
'
.
Ain
'
mah
ma
a
midwife
?
Ain
'
she
raise
me
ter
be
a
midwife
,
too
?
Jes
'
you
leave
it
ter
me
.
"
Scarlett
breathed
more
easily
knowing
that
experienced
hands
were
near
,
but
she
nevertheless
yearned
to
have
the
ordeal
over
and
done
with
.
Mad
to
be
away
from
exploding
shells
,
desperate
to
get
home
to
the
quiet
of
Tara
,
she
prayed
every
night
that
the
baby
would
arrive
the
next
day
,
so
she
would
be
released
from
her
promise
and
could
leave
Atlanta
.
Tara
seemed
so
safe
,
so
far
away
from
all
this
misery
.
Scarlett
longed
for
home
and
her
mother
as
she
had
never
longed
for
anything
in
all
her
life
.
If
she
were
just
near
Ellen
she
would
n't
be
afraid
,
no
matter
what
happened
.
Every
night
after
a
day
of
screeching
ear-splitting
shells
,
she
went
to
bed
determined
to
tell
Melanie
the
next
morning
that
she
could
not
stand
Atlanta
another
day
,
that
she
would
have
to
go
home
and
Melanie
would
have
to
go
to
Mrs.
Meade
's
.
But
,
as
she
lay
on
her
pillow
,
there
always
rose
the
memory
of
Ashley
's
face
as
it
had
looked
when
she
last
saw
him
,
drawn
as
with
an
inner
pain
but
with
a
little
smile
on
his
lips
:
"
You
'll
take
care
of
Melanie
,
wo
n't
you
?
You
're
so
strong
...
.
Promise
me
.
"
And
she
had
promised
.
Somewhere
,
Ashley
lay
dead
.
Wherever
he
was
,
he
was
watching
her
,
holding
her
to
that
promise
.
Living
or
dead
,
she
could
not
fail
him
,
no
matter
what
the
cost
.
So
she
remained
day
after
day
.
In
response
to
Ellen
's
letters
,
pleading
with
her
to
come
home
,
she
wrote
minimizing
the
dangers
of
the
siege
,
explaining
Melanie
's
predicament
and
promising
to
come
as
soon
as
the
baby
was
born
.
Ellen
,
sensitive
to
the
bonds
of
kin
,
be
they
blood
or
marriage
,
wrote
back
reluctantly
agreeing
that
she
must
stay
but
demanding
Wade
and
Prissy
be
sent
home
immediately
.
This
suggestion
met
with
the
complete
approval
of
Prissy
,
who
was
now
reduced
to
teeth-chattering
idiocy
at
every
unexpected
sound
.
She
spent
so
much
time
crouching
in
the
cellar
that
the
girls
would
have
fared
badly
but
for
Mrs.
Meade
's
stolid
old
Betsy
.
Scarlett
was
as
anxious
as
her
mother
to
have
Wade
out
of
Atlanta
,
not
only
for
the
child
's
safety
,
but
because
his
constant
fear
irritated
her
.
Wade
was
terrified
to
speechlessness
by
the
shelling
,
and
even
when
lulls
came
he
clung
to
Scarlett
's
skirts
,
too
terrified
to
cry
.
He
was
afraid
to
go
to
bed
at
night
,
afraid
of
the
dark
,
afraid
to
sleep
lest
the
Yankees
should
come
and
get
him
,
and
the
sound
of
his
soft
nervous
whimpering
in
the
night
grated
unendurably
on
her
nerves
.
Secretly
she
was
just
as
frightened
as
he
was
,
but
it
angered
her
to
be
reminded
of
it
every
minute
by
his
tense
,
drawn
face
.
Yes
,
Tara
was
the
place
for
Wade
.
Prissy
should
take
him
there
and
return
immediately
to
be
present
when
the
baby
came
.
But
before
Scarlett
could
start
the
two
on
their
homeward
journey
,
news
came
that
the
Yankees
had
swung
to
the
south
and
were
skirmishing
along
the
railroad
between
Atlanta
and
Jonesboro
.
Suppose
the
Yankees
should
capture
the
train
on
which
Wade
and
Prissy
were
riding
--
Scarlett
and
Melanie
turned
pale
at
the
thought
,
for
everyone
knew
that
Yankee
atrocities
on
helpless
children
were
even
more
dreadful
than
on
women
.
So
she
feared
to
send
him
home
and
he
remained
in
Atlanta
,
a
frightened
,
silent
little
ghost
,
pattering
about
desperately
after
his
mother
,
fearing
to
have
her
skirt
out
of
his
hand
for
even
a
minute
.
