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"
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
got
some
apples
Mammy
buhied
unner
de
house
.
We
been
eatin
'
on
dem
today
.
"
"
Bring
them
before
you
dig
the
potatoes
.
And
,
Pork
--
I
--
I
feel
so
faint
.
Is
there
any
wine
in
the
cellar
,
even
blackberry
?
"
"
Oh
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
de
cellar
wuz
de
fust
place
dey
went
.
"
A
swimming
nausea
compounded
of
hunger
,
sleeplessness
,
exhaustion
and
stunning
blows
came
on
suddenly
and
she
gripped
the
carved
roses
under
her
hand
.
"
No
wine
,
"
she
said
dully
,
remembering
the
endless
rows
of
bottles
in
the
cellar
.
A
memory
stirred
.
"
Pork
,
what
of
the
corn
whisky
Pa
buried
in
the
oak
barrel
under
the
scuppernong
arbor
?
"
Another
ghost
of
a
smile
lit
the
black
face
,
a
smile
of
pleasure
and
respect
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
you
sho
is
de
beatenes
'
chile
!
Ah
done
plum
fergit
dat
bah
'
l.
But
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
dat
whisky
ain
'
no
good
.
Ain
'
been
dar
but
'
bout
a
year
an
'
whisky
ain
'
no
good
fer
ladies
nohow
.
"
How
stupid
negroes
were
!
They
never
thought
of
anything
unless
they
were
told
.
And
the
Yankees
wanted
to
free
them
.
"
It
'll
be
good
enough
for
this
lady
and
for
Pa.
.
Hurry
,
Pork
,
and
dig
it
up
and
bring
us
two
glasses
and
some
mint
and
sugar
and
I
'll
mix
a
julep
.
"
