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"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
The
dark
face
of
the
tired
man
looked
down
without
emotion
.
He
gathered
the
reins
again
and
put
on
his
hat
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
please
,
just
a
minute
.
What
shall
we
do
?
"
"
Madam
,
I
ca
n't
say
.
The
army
is
evacuating
Atlanta
soon
.
"
"
Going
off
and
leaving
us
to
the
Yankees
?
"
"
I
'm
afraid
so
.
"
The
spurred
horse
went
off
as
though
on
springs
and
Scarlett
was
left
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
street
with
the
red
dust
thick
upon
her
ankles
.
The
Yankees
were
coming
.
The
army
was
leaving
.
The
Yankees
were
coming
.
What
should
she
do
?
Where
should
she
run
?
No
,
she
could
n't
run
.
There
was
Melanie
back
there
in
the
bed
expecting
that
baby
.
Oh
,
why
did
women
have
babies
?
If
it
was
n't
for
Melanie
she
could
take
Wade
and
Prissy
and
hide
in
the
woods
where
the
Yankees
could
never
find
them
.
But
she
could
n't
take
Melanie
to
the
woods
.
No
,
not
now
.
Oh
,
if
she
'd
only
had
the
baby
sooner
,
yesterday
even
,
perhaps
they
could
get
an
ambulance
and
take
her
away
and
hide
her
somewhere
.
But
now
--
she
must
find
Dr.
Meade
and
make
him
come
home
with
her
.
Perhaps
he
could
hurry
the
baby
.
She
gathered
up
her
skirts
and
ran
down
the
street
,
and
the
rhythm
of
her
feet
was
"
The
Yankees
are
coming
!
The
Yankees
are
coming
!
"
Five
Points
was
crowded
with
people
who
rushed
here
and
there
with
unseeing
eyes
,
jammed
with
wagons
,
ambulances
,
ox
carts
,
carriages
loaded
with
wounded
.
A
roaring
sound
like
the
breaking
of
surf
rose
from
the
crowd
.
Then
a
strangely
incongruous
sight
struck
her
eyes
.
Throngs
of
women
were
coming
up
from
the
direction
of
the
railroad
tracks
carrying
hams
across
their
shoulders
.
Little
children
hurried
by
their
sides
,
staggering
under
buckets
of
steaming
molasses
.
Young
boys
dragged
sacks
of
corn
and
potatoes
.
One
old
man
struggled
along
with
a
small
barrel
of
flour
on
a
wheelbarrow
.
Men
,
women
and
children
,
black
and
white
,
hurried
,
hurried
with
straining
faces
,
lugging
packages
and
sacks
and
boxes
of
food
--
more
food
than
she
had
seen
in
a
year
.
The
crowd
suddenly
gave
a
lane
for
a
careening
carriage
and
through
the
lane
came
the
frail
and
elegant
Mrs.
Elsing
,
standing
up
in
the
front
of
her
victoria
,
reins
in
one
hand
,
whip
in
the
other
.
She
was
hatless
and
white
faced
and
her
long
gray
hair
streamed
down
her
back
as
she
lashed
the
horse
like
a
Fury
.
Jouncing
on
the
back
seat
of
the
carriage
was
her
black
mammy
,
Melissy
,
clutching
a
greasy
side
of
bacon
to
her
with
one
hand
,
while
with
the
other
and
both
feet
she
attempted
to
hold
the
boxes
and
bags
piled
all
about
her
.
One
bag
of
dried
peas
had
burst
and
the
peas
strewed
themselves
into
the
street
.
Scarlett
screamed
to
her
,
but
the
tumult
of
the
crowd
drowned
her
voice
and
the
carriage
rocked
madly
by
.
