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The
exhausted
horse
did
not
respond
to
the
whip
or
reins
but
shambled
on
,
dragging
his
feet
,
stumbling
on
small
rocks
and
swaying
as
if
ready
to
fall
to
his
knees
.
But
,
as
twilight
came
,
they
at
last
entered
the
final
lap
of
the
long
journey
.
They
rounded
the
bend
of
the
wagon
path
and
turned
into
the
main
road
.
Tara
was
only
a
mile
away
!
Here
loomed
up
the
dark
bulk
of
the
mock-orange
hedge
that
marked
the
beginning
of
the
MacIntosh
property
.
A
little
farther
on
,
Scarlett
drew
rein
in
front
of
the
avenue
of
oaks
that
led
from
the
road
to
old
Angus
MacIntosh
's
house
.
She
peered
through
the
gathering
dusk
down
the
two
lines
of
ancient
trees
.
All
was
dark
.
Not
a
single
light
showed
in
the
house
or
in
the
quarters
.
Straining
her
eyes
in
the
darkness
she
dimly
discerned
a
sight
which
had
grown
familiar
through
that
terrible
day
--
two
tall
chimneys
,
like
gigantic
tombstones
towering
above
the
ruined
second
floor
,
and
broken
unlit
windows
blotching
the
walls
like
still
,
blind
eyes
.
"
Hello
!
"
she
shouted
,
summoning
all
her
strength
.
"
Hello
!
"
Prissy
clawed
at
her
in
a
frenzy
of
fright
and
Scarlett
,
turning
,
saw
that
her
eyes
were
rolling
in
her
head
.
"
Doan
holler
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
Please
,
doan
holler
agin
!
"
she
whispered
,
her
voice
shaking
.
"
Dey
ain
'
no
tellin
'
WHUT
mout
answer
!
"
"
Dear
God
!
"
thought
Scarlett
,
a
shiver
running
through
her
.
"
Dear
God
!
She
's
right
.
Anything
might
come
out
of
there
!
"
She
flapped
the
reins
and
urged
the
horse
forward
.
The
sight
of
the
MacIntosh
house
had
pricked
the
last
bubble
of
hope
remaining
to
her
.
It
was
burned
,
in
ruins
,
deserted
,
as
were
all
the
plantations
she
had
passed
that
day
.
Tara
lay
only
half
a
mile
away
,
on
the
same
road
,
right
in
the
path
of
the
army
.
Tara
was
leveled
,
too
!
She
would
find
only
the
blackened
bricks
,
starlight
shining
through
the
roofless
walls
,
Ellen
and
Gerald
gone
,
the
girls
gone
,
Mammy
gone
,
the
negroes
gone
,
God
knows
where
,
and
this
hideous
stillness
over
everything
.
Why
had
she
come
on
this
fool
's
errand
,
against
all
common
sense
,
dragging
Melanie
and
her
child
?
Better
that
they
had
died
in
Atlanta
than
,
tortured
by
this
day
of
burning
sun
and
jolting
wagon
,
to
die
in
the
silent
ruins
of
Tara
.
But
Ashley
had
left
Melanie
in
her
care
.
"
Take
care
of
her
.
"
Oh
,
that
beautiful
,
heartbreaking
day
when
he
had
kissed
her
good-by
before
he
went
away
forever
!
"
You
'll
take
care
of
her
,
wo
n't
you
?
Promise
!
"
And
she
had
promised
.
Why
had
she
ever
bound
herself
with
such
a
promise
,
doubly
binding
now
that
Ashley
was
gone
?
Even
in
her
exhaustion
she
hated
Melanie
,
hated
the
tiny
mewing
voice
of
her
child
which
,
fainter
and
fainter
,
pierced
the
stillness
.
But
she
had
promised
and
now
they
belonged
to
her
,
even
as
Wade
and
Prissy
belonged
to
her
,
and
she
must
struggle
and
fight
for
them
as
long
as
she
had
strength
or
breath
.
She
could
have
left
them
in
Atlanta
,
dumped
Melanie
into
the
hospital
and
deserted
her
.
But
had
she
done
that
,
she
could
never
face
Ashley
,
either
on
this
earth
or
in
the
hereafter
and
tell
him
she
had
left
his
wife
and
child
to
die
among
strangers
.
