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"
Pork
,
I
'm
starving
.
Is
there
anything
to
eat
?
"
"
No
'm
.
Dey
tuck
it
all
.
"
"
But
the
garden
?
"
"
Dey
tuhned
dey
hawses
loose
in
it
.
"
"
Even
the
sweet
potato
hills
?
"
Something
almost
like
a
pleased
smile
broke
his
thick
lips
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
done
fergit
de
yams
.
Ah
specs
dey
's
right
dar
.
Dem
Yankee
folks
ain
'
never
seed
no
yams
an
'
dey
thinks
dey
's
jes
'
roots
an
'
--
"
"
The
moon
will
be
up
soon
.
You
go
out
and
dig
us
some
and
roast
them
.
There
's
no
corn
meal
?
No
dried
peas
?
No
chickens
?
"
"
No
'm
.
No
'm
.
Whut
chickens
dey
din
'
eat
right
hyah
dey
cah
'
ied
off
'
cross
dey
saddles
.
"
They
--
They
--
They
--
Was
there
no
end
to
what
'
They
"
had
done
?
Was
it
not
enough
to
burn
and
kill
?
Must
they
also
leave
women
and
children
and
helpless
negroes
to
starve
in
a
country
which
they
had
desolated
?
