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"
Lady
,
I
shore
could
do
with
some
vittles
.
I
'd
shore
relish
a
corn
pone
if
it
did
n't
deprive
you
none
.
"
"
Madam
,
forgive
my
intrusion
but
--
could
I
spend
the
night
on
your
porch
?
I
saw
the
roses
and
smelled
the
honeysuckle
and
it
was
so
much
like
home
that
I
was
emboldened
--
"
No
,
these
nights
were
not
real
!
They
were
a
nightmare
and
the
men
were
part
of
that
nightmare
,
men
without
bodies
or
faces
,
only
tired
voices
speaking
to
her
from
the
warm
dark
.
Draw
water
,
serve
food
,
lay
pillows
on
the
front
porch
,
bind
wounds
,
hold
the
dirty
heads
of
the
dying
.
No
,
this
could
not
be
happening
to
her
!
Once
,
late
in
July
,
it
was
Uncle
Henry
Hamilton
who
came
tapping
in
the
night
.
Uncle
Henry
was
minus
his
umbrella
and
carpetbag
now
,
and
his
fat
stomach
as
well
.
The
skin
of
his
pink
fat
face
hung
down
in
loose
folds
like
the
dewlaps
of
a
bulldog
and
his
long
white
hair
was
indescribably
dirty
.
He
was
almost
barefoot
,
crawling
with
lice
,
and
he
was
hungry
,
but
his
irascible
spirit
was
unimpaired
.
Despite
his
remark
:
"
It
's
a
foolish
war
when
old
fools
like
me
are
out
toting
guns
,
"
the
girls
received
the
impression
that
Uncle
Henry
was
enjoying
himself
.
He
was
needed
,
like
the
young
men
,
and
he
was
doing
a
young
man
's
work
.
Moreover
,
he
could
keep
up
with
the
young
men
,
which
was
more
than
Grandpa
Merriwether
could
do
,
he
told
them
gleefully
.
Grandpa
's
lumbago
was
troubling
him
greatly
and
the
Captain
wanted
to
discharge
him
.
But
Grandpa
would
n't
go
home
.
He
said
frankly
that
he
preferred
the
Captain
's
swearing
and
bullying
to
his
daughter-inlaw
's
coddling
,
and
her
incessant
demands
that
he
give
up
chewing
tobacco
and
launder
his
beard
every
day
.
Uncle
Henry
's
visit
was
brief
,
for
he
had
only
a
four-hour
furlough
and
he
needed
half
of
it
for
the
long
walk
in
from
the
breastworks
and
back
.
"
Girls
,
I
'm
not
going
to
see
you
all
for
a
while
,
"
he
announced
as
he
sat
in
Melanie
's
bedroom
,
luxuriously
wriggling
his
blistered
feet
in
the
tub
of
cold
water
Scarlett
had
set
before
him
.
"
Our
company
is
going
out
in
the
morning
.
"
"
Where
?
"
questioned
Melanie
frightened
,
clutching
his
arm
.
"
Do
n't
put
your
hand
on
me
,
"
said
Uncle
Henry
irritably
.
"
I
'm
crawling
with
lice
.
War
would
be
a
picnic
if
it
was
n't
for
lice
and
dysentery
.
Where
'm
I
going
?
Well
,
I
have
n't
been
told
but
I
've
got
a
good
idea
.
We
're
marching
south
,
toward
Jonesboro
,
in
the
morning
,
unless
I
'm
greatly
in
error
.
"
