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"
Just
a
few
more
days
for
to
tote
the
weary
load
!
No
matter
,
'
twill
never
be
light
!
Just
a
few
more
days
till
we
totter
in
the
road
--
"
"
No
matter
,
'
twill
never
be
light
"
--
she
took
the
words
to
her
tired
mind
.
Would
her
load
never
be
light
?
Was
coming
home
to
Tara
to
mean
,
not
blessed
surcease
,
but
only
more
loads
to
carry
?
She
slipped
from
Mammy
's
arms
and
,
reaching
up
,
patted
the
wrinkled
black
face
.
"
Honey
,
yo
'
han
's
!
"
Mammy
took
the
small
hands
with
their
blisters
and
blood
clots
in
hers
and
looked
at
them
with
horrified
disapproval
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
done
tole
you
an
'
tole
you
dat
you
kin
allus
tell
a
lady
by
her
han
's
an
'
--
yo
'
face
sunbuhnt
too
!
"
Poor
Mammy
,
still
the
martinet
about
such
unimportant
things
even
though
war
and
death
had
just
passed
over
her
head
!
In
another
moment
she
would
be
saying
that
young
Misses
with
blistered
hands
and
freckles
most
generally
did
n't
never
catch
husbands
and
Scarlett
forestalled
the
remark
.
"
Mammy
,
I
want
you
to
tell
me
about
Mother
.
I
could
n't
bear
to
hear
Pa
talk
about
her
.
"
Tears
started
from
Mammy
's
eyes
as
she
leaned
down
to
pick
up
the
buckets
.
In
silence
she
carried
them
to
the
bedside
and
,
turning
down
the
sheet
,
began
pulling
up
the
night
clothes
of
Suellen
and
Carreen
.
Scarlett
,
peering
at
her
sisters
in
the
dim
flaring
light
,
saw
that
Carreen
wore
a
nightgown
,
clean
but
in
tatters
,
and
Suellen
lay
wrapped
in
an
old
negligee
,
a
brown
linen
garment
heavy
with
tagging
ends
of
Irish
lace
.
Mammy
cried
silently
as
she
sponged
the
gaunt
bodies
,
using
the
remnant
of
an
old
apron
as
a
cloth
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
it
wuz
dem
Slatterys
,
dem
trashy
,
no-good
,
low-down
po
'
-
w
'
ite
Slatterys
dat
kilt
Miss
Ellen
.
Ah
done
tole
her
an
'
tole
her
it
doan
do
no
good
doin
'
things
fer
trashy
folks
,
but
Miss
Ellen
wuz
so
sot
in
her
ways
an
'
her
heart
so
sof
'
she
couldn
'
never
say
no
ter
nobody
whut
needed
her
.
"
"
Slatterys
?
"
questioned
Scarlett
,
bewildered
.
"
How
do
they
come
in
?
"
"
Dey
wuz
sick
wid
disyere
thing
,
"
Mammy
gestured
with
her
rag
to
the
two
naked
girls
,
dripping
with
water
on
their
damp
sheet
.
"
Ole
Miss
Slattery
's
gal
,
Emmie
,
come
down
wid
it
an
'
Miss
Slattery
come
hotfootin
'
it
up
hyah
affer
Miss
Ellen
,
lak
she
allus
done
w
'
en
anything
wrong
.
Why
din
'
she
nuss
her
own
?
Miss
Ellen
had
mo
'n
she
could
tote
anyways
.
But
Miss
Ellen
she
went
down
dar
an
'
she
nuss
Emmie
.
An
'
Miss
Ellen
wuzn
'
well
a-tall
herseff
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
Yo
'
ma
hadn
'
been
well
fer
de
longes
'
.
Dey
ain
'
been
too
much
ter
eat
roun
'
hyah
,
wid
de
commissary
stealin
'
eve
'
y
thing
us
growed
.
An
'
Miss
Ellen
eat
lak
a
bird
anyways
.
An
'
Ah
tole
her
an
'
tole
her
ter
let
dem
w
'
ite
trash
alone
,
but
she
din
'
pay
me
no
mine
.
Well
'm
,
'
bout
de
time
Emmie
look
lak
she
gittin
'
better
,
Miss
Carreen
come
down
wid
it
.
Yas
'm
,
de
typhoy
fly
right
up
de
road
an
'
ketch
Miss
Carreen
,
an
'
den
down
come
Miss
Suellen
.
So
Miss
Ellen
,
she
tuck
an
'
nuss
dem
too
.
