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Stiffly
,
Scarlett
climbed
down
from
the
seat
,
each
movement
of
agony
of
aching
muscles
.
Prissy
was
not
the
only
one
who
was
"
sceered
"
of
cows
.
Scarlett
had
always
feared
them
,
even
the
mildest
cow
seemed
sinister
to
her
,
but
this
was
no
time
to
truckle
to
small
fears
when
great
ones
crowded
so
thick
upon
her
.
Fortunately
the
cow
was
gentle
.
In
its
pain
it
had
sought
human
companionship
and
help
and
it
made
no
threatening
gesture
as
she
looped
one
end
of
the
torn
petticoat
about
its
horns
.
She
tied
the
other
end
to
the
back
of
the
wagon
,
as
securely
as
her
awkward
fingers
would
permit
.
Then
,
as
she
started
back
toward
the
driver
's
seat
,
a
vast
weariness
assailed
her
and
she
swayed
dizzily
.
She
clutched
the
side
of
the
wagon
to
keep
from
falling
.
Melanie
opened
her
eyes
and
,
seeing
Scarlett
standing
beside
her
,
whispered
:
"
Dear
--
are
we
home
?
"
Home
!
Hot
tears
came
to
Scarlett
's
eyes
at
the
word
.
Home
.
Melanie
did
not
know
there
was
no
home
and
that
they
were
alone
in
a
mad
and
desolate
world
.
"
Not
yet
,
"
she
said
,
as
gently
as
the
constriction
of
her
throat
would
permit
,
"
but
we
will
be
,
soon
.
I
've
just
found
a
cow
and
soon
we
'll
have
some
milk
for
you
and
the
baby
.
"
"
Poor
baby
,
"
whispered
Melanie
,
her
hand
creeping
feebly
toward
the
child
and
falling
short
.
Climbing
back
into
the
wagon
required
all
the
strength
Scarlett
could
muster
,
but
at
last
it
was
done
and
she
picked
up
the
lines
.
The
horse
stood
with
head
drooping
dejectedly
and
refused
to
start
.
Scarlett
laid
on
the
whip
mercilessly
.
She
hoped
God
would
forgive
her
for
hurting
a
tired
animal
.
If
He
did
n't
she
was
sorry
.
After
all
,
Tara
lay
just
ahead
,
and
after
the
next
quarter
of
a
mile
,
the
horse
could
drop
in
the
shafts
if
he
liked
.
Finally
he
started
slowly
,
the
wagon
creaking
and
the
cow
lowing
mournfully
at
every
step
.
The
pained
animal
's
voice
rasped
on
Scarlett
's
nerves
until
she
was
tempted
to
stop
and
untie
the
beast
.
What
good
would
the
cow
do
them
anyway
if
there
should
be
no
one
at
Tara
?
She
could
n't
milk
her
and
,
even
if
she
could
,
the
animal
would
probably
kick
anyone
who
touched
her
sore
udder
.
But
she
had
the
cow
and
she
might
as
well
keep
her
.
There
was
little
else
she
had
in
this
world
now
.
Scarlett
's
eyes
grew
misty
when
,
at
last
,
they
reached
the
bottom
of
a
gentle
incline
,
for
just
over
the
rise
lay
Tara
!
Then
her
heart
sank
.
The
decrepit
animal
would
never
pull
the
hill
.
The
slope
had
always
seemed
so
slight
,
so
gradual
,
in
days
when
she
galloped
up
it
on
her
fleet-footed
mare
.
It
did
not
seem
possible
it
could
have
grown
so
steep
since
she
saw
it
last
.
The
horse
would
never
make
it
with
the
heavy
load
.
