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Now
she
remembered
all
the
bad
names
she
had
wanted
to
call
him
but
it
was
too
late
She
leaned
her
head
against
the
bowed
neck
of
the
horse
and
cried
.
The
bright
glare
of
morning
sunlight
streaming
through
the
trees
overhead
awakened
Scarlett
.
For
a
moment
,
stiffened
by
the
cramped
position
in
which
she
had
slept
,
she
could
not
remember
where
she
was
.
The
sun
blinded
her
,
the
hard
boards
of
the
wagon
under
her
were
harsh
against
her
body
,
and
a
heavy
weight
lay
across
her
legs
.
She
tried
to
sit
up
and
discovered
that
the
weight
was
Wade
who
lay
sleeping
with
his
head
pillowed
on
her
knees
.
Melanie
's
bare
feet
were
almost
in
her
face
and
,
under
the
wagon
seat
,
Prissy
was
curled
up
like
a
black
cat
with
the
small
baby
wedged
in
between
her
and
Wade
.
Then
she
remembered
everything
.
She
popped
up
to
a
sitting
position
and
looked
hastily
all
around
.
Thank
God
,
no
Yankees
in
sight
!
Their
hiding
place
had
not
been
discovered
in
the
night
.
It
all
came
back
to
her
now
,
the
nightmare
journey
after
Rhett
's
footsteps
died
away
,
the
endless
night
,
the
black
road
full
of
ruts
and
boulders
along
which
they
jolted
,
the
deep
gullies
on
either
side
into
which
the
wagon
slipped
,
the
fear-crazed
strength
with
which
she
and
Prissy
had
pushed
the
wheels
out
of
the
gullies
.
She
recalled
with
a
shudder
how
often
she
had
driven
the
unwilling
horse
into
fields
and
woods
when
she
heard
soldiers
approaching
,
not
knowing
if
they
were
friends
or
foes
--
recalled
,
too
,
her
anguish
lest
a
cough
,
a
sneeze
or
Wade
's
hiccoughing
might
betray
them
to
the
marching
men
.
Oh
,
that
dark
road
where
men
went
by
like
ghosts
,
voices
stilled
,
only
the
muffled
tramping
of
feet
on
soft
dirt
,
the
faint
clicking
of
bridles
and
the
straining
creak
of
leather
!
And
,
oh
,
that
dreadful
moment
when
the
sick
horse
balked
and
cavalry
and
light
cannon
rumbled
past
in
the
darkness
,
past
where
they
sat
breathless
,
so
close
she
could
almost
reach
out
and
touch
them
,
so
close
she
could
smell
the
stale
sweat
on
the
soldiers
'
bodies
!
When
,
at
last
,
they
had
neared
Rough
and
Ready
,
a
few
camp
fires
were
gleaming
where
the
last
of
Steve
Lee
's
rear
guard
was
awaiting
orders
to
fall
back
.
She
had
circled
through
a
plowed
field
for
a
mile
until
the
light
of
the
fires
died
out
behind
her
.
And
then
she
had
lost
her
way
in
the
darkness
and
sobbed
when
she
could
not
find
the
little
wagon
path
she
knew
so
well
.
Then
finally
having
found
it
,
the
horse
sank
in
the
traces
and
refused
to
move
,
refused
to
rise
even
when
she
and
Prissy
tugged
at
the
bridle
.
So
she
had
unharnessed
him
and
crawled
,
sodden
with
fatigue
,
into
the
back
of
the
wagon
and
stretched
her
aching
legs
.
She
had
a
faint
memory
of
Melanie
's
voice
before
sleep
clamped
down
her
eyelids
,
a
weak
voice
that
apologized
even
as
it
begged
:
"
Scarlett
,
can
I
have
some
water
,
please
?
"
She
had
said
:
"
There
is
n't
any
,
"
and
gone
to
sleep
before
the
words
were
out
of
her
mouth
.
Now
it
was
morning
and
the
world
was
still
and
serene
and
green
and
gold
with
dappled
sunshine
.
And
no
soldiers
in
sight
anywhere
.
She
was
hungry
and
dry
with
thirst
,
aching
and
cramped
and
filled
with
wonder
that
she
,
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
who
could
never
rest
well
except
between
linen
sheets
and
on
the
softest
of
feather
beds
,
had
slept
like
a
field
hand
on
hard
planks
.
