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Hunger
gnawed
at
her
empty
stomach
again
and
she
said
aloud
:
"
As
God
is
my
witness
,
as
God
is
my
witness
,
the
Yankees
are
n't
going
to
lick
me
.
I
'm
going
to
live
through
this
,
and
when
it
's
over
,
I
'm
never
going
to
be
hungry
again
.
No
,
nor
any
of
my
folks
.
If
I
have
to
steal
or
kill
--
as
God
is
my
witness
,
I
'm
never
going
to
be
hungry
again
.
"
In
the
days
that
followed
,
Tara
might
have
been
Crusoe
's
desert
island
,
so
still
it
was
,
so
isolated
from
the
rest
of
the
world
.
The
world
lay
only
a
few
miles
away
,
but
a
thousand
miles
of
tumbling
waves
might
have
stretched
between
Tara
and
Jonesboro
and
Fayetteville
and
Lovejoy
,
even
between
Tara
and
the
neighbors
'
plantations
.
With
the
old
horse
dead
,
their
one
mode
of
conveyance
was
gone
,
and
there
was
neither
time
nor
strength
for
walking
the
weary
red
miles
.
Sometimes
,
in
the
days
of
backbreaking
work
,
in
the
desperate
struggle
for
food
and
the
never-ceasing
care
of
the
three
sick
girls
,
Scarlett
found
herself
straining
her
ears
for
familiar
sounds
--
the
shrill
laughter
of
the
pickaninnies
in
the
quarters
,
the
creaking
of
wagons
home
from
the
fields
,
the
thunder
of
Gerald
's
stallion
tearing
across
the
pasture
,
the
crunching
of
carriage
wheels
on
the
drive
and
the
gay
voices
of
neighbors
dropping
in
for
an
afternoon
of
gossip
.
But
she
listened
in
vain
.
The
road
lay
still
and
deserted
and
never
a
cloud
of
red
dust
proclaimed
the
approach
of
visitors
.
Tara
was
an
island
in
a
sea
of
rolling
green
hills
and
red
fields
.
Somewhere
was
the
world
and
families
who
ate
and
slept
safely
under
their
own
roofs
.
Somewhere
girls
in
thrice-turned
dresses
were
flirting
gaily
and
singing
"
When
This
Cruel
War
Is
Over
,
"
as
she
had
done
only
a
few
weeks
before
.
Somewhere
there
was
a
war
and
cannon
booming
and
burning
towns
and
men
who
rotted
in
hospitals
amid
sickening-sweet
stinks
.
Somewhere
a
barefoot
army
in
dirty
homespun
was
marching
,
fighting
,
sleeping
,
hungry
and
weary
with
the
weariness
that
comes
when
hope
is
gone
.
And
somewhere
the
hills
of
Georgia
were
blue
with
Yankees
,
well-fed
Yankees
on
sleek
corn-stuffed
horses
.
Beyond
Tara
was
the
war
and
the
world
.
But
on
the
plantation
the
war
and
the
world
did
not
exist
except
as
memories
which
must
be
fought
back
when
they
rushed
to
mind
in
moments
of
exhaustion
.
The
world
outside
receded
before
the
demands
of
empty
and
half-empty
stomachs
and
life
resolved
itself
into
two
related
thoughts
,
food
and
how
to
get
it
.
Food
!
Food
!
Why
did
the
stomach
have
a
longer
memory
than
the
mind
?
Scarlett
could
banish
heartbreak
but
not
hunger
and
each
morning
as
she
lay
half
asleep
,
before
memory
brought
back
to
her
mind
war
and
hunger
,
she
curled
drowsily
expecting
the
sweet
smells
of
bacon
frying
and
rolls
baking
.
And
each
morning
she
sniffed
so
hard
to
really
smell
the
food
she
woke
herself
up
.
There
were
apples
,
yams
,
peanuts
and
milk
on
the
table
at
Tara
but
never
enough
of
even
this
primitive
fare
.
At
the
sight
of
them
,
three
times
a
day
,
her
memory
would
rush
back
to
the
old
days
,
the
meals
of
the
old
days
,
the
candle-lit
table
and
the
food
perfuming
the
air
.
How
careless
they
had
been
of
food
then
,
what
prodigal
waste
!
Rolls
,
corn
muffins
,
biscuits
and
waffles
,
dripping
butter
,
all
at
one
meal
.
Ham
at
one
end
of
the
table
and
fried
chicken
at
the
other
,
collards
swimming
richly
in
pot
liquor
iridescent
with
grease
,
snap
beans
in
mountains
on
brightly
flowered
porcelain
,
fried
squash
,
stewed
okra
,
carrots
in
cream
sauce
thick
enough
to
cut
.
And
three
desserts
,
so
everyone
might
have
his
choice
,
chocolate
layer
cake
,
vanilla
blanc
mange
and
pound
cake
topped
with
sweet
whipped
cream
.
The
memory
of
those
savory
meals
had
the
power
to
bring
tears
to
her
eyes
as
death
and
war
had
failed
to
do
,
and
the
power
to
turn
her
ever-gnawing
stomach
from
rumbling
emptiness
to
nausea
.
For
the
appetite
Mammy
had
always
deplored
,
the
healthy
appetite
of
a
nineteen-year-old
girl
,
now
was
increased
fourfold
by
the
hard
and
unremitting
labor
she
had
never
known
before
.
