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So
the
corn
whisky
had
been
used
by
the
whole
family
!
Scarlett
thought
hysterically
that
perhaps
she
had
better
give
a
drink
to
little
Wade
and
see
if
it
would
stop
his
hiccoughs
--
And
Melanie
would
not
die
.
And
when
Ashley
came
home
--
if
he
did
come
home
...
No
,
she
would
think
of
that
later
too
.
So
much
to
think
of
--
later
!
So
many
things
to
unravel
--
to
decide
.
If
only
she
could
put
off
the
hour
of
reckoning
forever
!
She
started
suddenly
as
a
creaking
noise
and
a
rhythmic
"
Ker-bunk
--
ker-bunk
--
"
broke
the
stillness
of
the
air
outside
.
"
That
's
Mammy
gettin
'
the
water
to
sponge
off
the
young
Misses
.
They
takes
a
heap
of
bathin
'
,
"
explained
Dilcey
,
propping
the
gourd
on
the
table
between
medicine
bottles
and
a
glass
.
Scarlett
laughed
suddenly
.
Her
nerves
must
be
shredded
if
the
noise
of
the
well
windlass
,
bound
up
in
her
earliest
memories
,
could
frighten
her
.
Dilcey
looked
at
her
steadily
as
she
laughed
,
her
face
immobile
in
its
dignity
,
but
Scarlett
felt
that
Dilcey
understood
.
She
sank
back
in
her
chair
.
If
she
could
only
be
rid
of
her
tight
stays
,
the
collar
that
choked
her
and
the
slippers
still
full
of
sand
and
gravel
that
blistered
her
feet
.
The
windlass
creaked
slowly
as
the
rope
wound
up
,
each
creak
bringing
the
bucket
nearer
the
top
.
Soon
Mammy
would
be
with
her
--
Ellen
's
Mammy
,
her
Mammy
.
She
sat
silent
,
intent
on
nothing
,
while
the
baby
,
already
glutted
with
milk
,
whimpered
because
he
had
lost
the
friendly
nipple
.
Dilcey
,
silent
too
,
guided
the
child
's
mouth
back
,
quieting
him
in
her
arms
as
Scarlett
listened
to
the
slow
scuffing
of
Mammy
's
feet
across
the
back
yard
.
How
still
the
night
air
was
!
The
slightest
sounds
roared
in
her
ears
.
The
upstairs
hall
seemed
to
shake
as
Mammy
's
ponderous
weight
came
toward
the
door
.
Then
Mammy
was
in
the
room
,
Mammy
with
shoulders
dragged
down
by
two
heavy
wooden
buckets
,
her
kind
black
face
sad
with
the
uncomprehending
sadness
of
a
monkey
's
face
.
Her
eyes
lighted
up
at
the
sight
of
Scarlett
,
her
white
teeth
gleamed
as
she
set
down
the
buckets
,
and
Scarlett
ran
to
her
,
laying
her
head
on
the
broad
,
sagging
breasts
which
had
held
so
many
heads
,
black
and
white
.
Here
was
something
of
stability
,
thought
Scarlett
,
something
of
the
old
life
that
was
unchanging
.
But
Mammy
's
first
words
dispelled
this
illusion
.
"
Mammy
's
chile
is
home
!
Oh
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
now
dat
Miss
Ellen
's
in
de
grabe
,
whut
is
we
gwine
ter
do
?
Oh
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
effen
Ah
wuz
jes
'
daid
longside
Miss
Ellen
!
Ah
kain
make
out
widout
Miss
Ellen
.
Ain
'
nuthin
'
lef
'
now
but
mizry
an
'
trouble
.
Jes
'
weery
loads
,
honey
,
jes
'
weery
loads
.
"
As
Scarlett
lay
with
her
head
hugged
close
to
Mammy
's
breast
,
two
words
caught
her
attention
,
"
weery
loads
.
"
Those
were
the
words
which
had
hummed
in
her
brain
that
afternoon
so
monotonously
they
had
sickened
her
.
Now
,
she
remembered
the
rest
of
the
song
,
remembered
with
a
sinking
heart
:
