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"
He
was
a
brave
man
,
Scarlett
.
Tell
Melly
that
.
Tell
her
to
write
it
to
his
girls
.
And
a
good
soldier
for
all
his
years
.
A
shell
got
him
.
Came
right
down
on
him
and
his
horse
.
Tore
the
horse
's
--
I
shot
the
horse
myself
,
poor
creature
.
A
fine
little
mare
she
was
.
You
'd
better
write
Mrs.
Tarleton
about
that
,
too
.
She
set
a
store
on
that
mare
.
Wrap
up
my
lunch
,
child
.
I
must
be
going
.
There
,
dear
,
do
n't
take
it
so
hard
.
What
better
way
can
an
old
man
die
than
doing
a
young
man
's
work
?
"
"
Oh
,
he
should
n't
have
died
!
He
should
n't
have
ever
gone
to
the
war
.
He
should
have
lived
and
seen
his
grandchild
grow
up
and
died
peacefully
in
bed
.
Oh
,
why
did
he
go
?
He
did
n't
believe
in
secession
and
he
hated
the
war
and
--
"
"
Plenty
of
us
think
that
way
,
but
what
of
it
?
"
Uncle
Henry
blew
his
nose
grumpily
.
"
Do
you
think
I
enjoy
letting
Yankee
riflemen
use
me
for
a
target
at
my
age
?
But
there
's
no
other
choice
for
a
gentleman
these
days
.
Kiss
me
good-by
,
child
,
and
do
n't
worry
about
me
.
I
'll
come
through
this
war
safely
.
"
Scarlett
kissed
him
and
heard
him
go
down
the
steps
into
the
dark
,
heard
the
latch
click
on
the
front
gate
.
She
stood
for
a
minute
looking
at
the
keepsakes
in
her
hand
.
And
then
she
went
up
the
stairs
to
tell
Melanie
.
At
the
end
of
July
came
the
unwelcome
news
,
predicted
by
Uncle
Henry
,
that
the
Yankees
had
swung
around
again
toward
Jonesboro
.
They
had
cut
the
railroad
four
miles
below
the
town
,
but
they
had
been
beaten
off
by
the
Confederate
cavalry
;
and
the
engineering
corps
,
sweating
in
the
broiling
sun
,
had
repaired
the
line
.
Scarlett
was
frantic
with
anxiety
.
For
three
days
she
waited
,
fear
growing
in
her
heart
.
Then
a
reassuring
letter
came
from
Gerald
.
The
enemy
had
not
reached
Tara
.
They
had
heard
the
sound
of
the
fight
but
they
had
seen
no
Yankees
.
Gerald
's
letter
was
so
full
of
brag
and
bluster
as
to
how
the
Yankees
had
been
driven
from
the
railroad
that
one
would
have
thought
he
personally
had
accomplished
the
feat
,
single
handed
.
He
wrote
for
three
pages
about
the
gallantry
of
the
troops
and
then
,
at
the
end
of
his
letter
,
mentioned
briefly
that
Carreen
was
ill
.
The
typhoid
,
Mrs.
O'Hara
said
it
was
.
She
was
not
very
ill
and
Scarlett
was
not
to
worry
about
her
,
but
on
no
condition
must
she
come
home
now
,
even
if
the
railroad
should
become
safe
.
Mrs.
O'Hara
was
very
glad
now
that
Scarlett
and
Wade
had
not
come
home
when
the
siege
began
.
Mrs.
O'Hara
said
Scarlett
must
go
to
church
and
say
some
Rosaries
for
Carreen
's
recovery
.
Scarlett
's
conscience
smote
her
at
this
last
,
for
it
had
been
months
since
she
had
been
to
church
.
Once
she
would
have
thought
this
omission
a
mortal
sin
but
,
somehow
,
staying
away
from
church
did
not
seem
so
sinful
now
as
it
formerly
had
.
But
she
obeyed
her
mother
and
going
to
her
room
gabbled
a
hasty
Rosary
.
When
she
rose
from
her
knees
she
did
not
feel
as
comforted
as
she
had
formerly
felt
after
prayer
.
For
some
time
she
had
felt
that
God
was
not
watching
out
for
her
,
the
Confederates
or
the
South
,
in
spite
of
the
millions
of
prayers
ascending
to
Him
daily
.
That
night
she
sat
on
the
front
porch
with
Gerald
's
letter
in
her
bosom
where
she
could
touch
it
occasionally
and
bring
Tara
and
Ellen
closer
to
her
.
