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"
No
'm
.
Not
yo
'
pa
.
It
wuz
the
night
the
cotton
buhnt
--
"
"
Has
the
cotton
gone
--
tell
me
quickly
!
"
"
Yes
'm
,
it
buhnt
up
.
The
sojers
rolls
it
out
of
the
shed
into
the
back
yard
and
hollers
,
'
Here
the
bigges
'
bonfiah
in
Georgia
,
'
and
tech
it
off
.
"
Three
years
of
stored
cotton
--
one
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars
,
all
in
one
blaze
!
"
And
the
fiah
light
up
the
place
lak
it
wuz
day
--
we
wuz
scared
the
house
would
buhn
,
too
,
and
it
wuz
so
bright
in
this
hyah
room
that
you
could
mos
'
pick
a
needle
offen
the
flo
'
.
And
w
'
en
the
light
shine
in
the
winder
,
it
look
lak
it
wake
Miss
Ellen
up
and
she
set
right
up
in
bed
and
cry
out
loud
,
time
and
again
:
'
Feeleep
!
Feeleep
!
'
I
ain
'
never
heerd
no
sech
name
but
it
wuz
a
name
and
she
wuz
callin
'
him
.
"
Mammy
stood
as
though
turned
to
stone
glaring
at
Dilcey
but
Scarlett
dropped
her
head
into
her
hands
.
Philippe
--
who
was
he
and
what
had
he
been
to
Mother
that
she
died
calling
him
?
The
long
road
from
Atlanta
to
Tara
had
ended
,
ended
in
a
blank
wall
,
the
road
that
was
to
end
in
Ellen
's
arms
.
Never
again
could
Scarlett
lie
down
,
as
a
child
,
secure
beneath
her
father
's
roof
with
the
protection
of
her
mother
's
love
wrapped
about
her
like
an
eiderdown
quilt
.
There
was
no
security
or
haven
to
which
she
could
turn
now
.
No
turning
or
twisting
would
avoid
this
dead
end
to
which
she
had
come
.
There
was
no
one
on
whose
shoulders
she
could
rest
her
burdens
.
Her
father
was
old
and
stunned
,
her
sisters
ill
,
Melanie
frail
and
weak
,
the
children
helpless
,
and
the
negroes
looking
up
to
her
with
childlike
faith
,
clinging
to
her
skirts
,
knowing
that
Ellen
's
daughter
would
be
the
refuge
Ellen
had
always
been
.
Through
the
window
,
in
the
faint
light
of
the
rising
moon
,
Tara
stretched
before
her
,
negroes
gone
,
acres
desolate
,
barns
ruined
,
like
a
body
bleeding
under
her
eyes
,
like
her
own
body
,
slowly
bleeding
.
This
was
the
end
of
the
road
,
quivering
old
age
,
sickness
,
hungry
mouths
,
helpless
hands
plucking
at
her
skirts
.
And
at
the
end
of
this
road
,
there
was
nothing
--
nothing
but
Scarlett
O'Hara
Hamilton
,
nineteen
years
old
,
a
widow
with
a
little
child
.
What
would
she
do
with
all
of
this
?
Aunt
Pitty
and
the
Burrs
in
Macon
could
take
Melanie
and
her
baby
.
If
the
girls
recovered
,
Ellen
's
family
would
have
to
take
them
,
whether
they
liked
it
or
not
.
And
she
and
Gerald
could
turn
to
Uncle
James
and
Andrew
.
