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And
so
the
Fontaines
still
had
their
stock
and
their
provisions
,
but
Mimosa
was
held
by
the
same
strange
silence
that
hung
over
Tara
,
over
the
whole
countryside
.
All
the
slaves
except
four
women
house
servants
had
run
away
,
frightened
by
the
approach
of
the
Yankees
.
There
was
not
a
man
on
the
place
unless
Sally
's
little
boy
,
Joe
,
hardly
out
of
diapers
,
could
be
counted
as
a
man
.
Alone
in
the
big
house
were
Grandma
Fontaine
,
in
her
seventies
,
her
daughter-inlaw
who
would
always
be
known
as
Young
Miss
,
though
she
was
in
her
fifties
,
and
Sally
,
who
had
barely
turned
twenty
.
They
were
far
away
from
neighbors
and
unprotected
,
but
if
they
were
afraid
it
did
not
show
on
their
faces
.
Probably
,
thought
Scarlett
,
because
Sally
and
Young
Miss
were
too
afraid
of
the
porcelain-frail
but
indomitable
old
Grandma
to
dare
voice
any
qualms
.
Scarlett
herself
was
afraid
of
the
old
lady
,
for
she
had
sharp
eyes
and
a
sharper
tongue
and
Scarlett
had
felt
them
both
in
the
past
.
Though
unrelated
by
blood
and
far
apart
in
age
,
there
was
a
kinship
of
spirit
and
experience
binding
these
women
together
.
All
three
wore
home-dyed
mourning
,
all
were
worn
,
sad
,
worried
,
all
bitter
with
a
bitterness
that
did
not
sulk
or
complain
but
,
nevertheless
,
peered
out
from
behind
their
smiles
and
their
words
of
welcome
.
For
their
slaves
were
gone
,
their
money
was
worthless
,
Sally
's
husband
,
Joe
,
had
died
at
Gettysburg
and
Young
Miss
was
also
a
widow
,
for
young
Dr.
Fontaine
had
died
of
dysentery
at
Vicksburg
.
The
other
two
boys
,
Alex
and
Tony
,
were
somewhere
in
Virginia
and
nobody
knew
whether
they
were
alive
or
dead
;
and
old
Dr.
Fontaine
was
off
somewhere
with
Wheeler
's
cavalry
.
"
And
the
old
fool
is
seventy-three
years
old
though
he
tries
to
act
younger
and
he
's
as
full
of
rheumatism
as
a
hog
is
of
fleas
,
"
said
Grandma
,
proud
of
her
husband
,
the
light
in
her
eyes
belying
her
sharp
words
.
"
Have
you
all
had
any
news
of
what
's
been
happening
in
Atlanta
?
"
asked
Scarlett
when
they
were
comfortably
settled
.
"
We
're
completely
buried
at
Tara
.
"
"
Law
,
child
,
"
said
Old
Miss
,
taking
charge
of
the
conversation
,
as
was
her
habit
,
"
we
're
in
the
same
fix
as
you
are
.
We
do
n't
know
a
thing
except
that
Sherman
finally
got
the
town
.
"
"
So
he
did
get
it
.
What
's
he
doing
now
?
Where
's
the
fighting
now
?
"
"
And
how
would
three
lone
women
out
here
in
the
country
know
about
the
war
when
we
have
n't
seen
a
letter
or
a
newspaper
m
weeks
?
"
said
the
old
lady
tartly
.
"
One
of
our
darkies
talked
to
a
darky
who
'd
seen
a
darky
who
'd
been
to
Jonesboro
,
and
except
for
that
we
have
n't
heard
anything
.
What
they
said
was
that
the
Yankees
were
just
squatting
in
Atlanta
resting
up
their
men
and
their
horses
,
but
whether
it
's
true
or
not
you
're
as
good
a
judge
as
I
am
.
Not
that
they
would
n't
need
a
rest
,
after
the
fight
we
gave
them
.
"
"
To
think
you
've
been
at
Tara
all
this
time
and
we
did
n't
know
!
"
Young
Miss
broke
in
.
"
Oh
,
how
I
blame
myself
for
not
riding
over
to
see
!
But
there
's
been
so
much
to
do
here
with
most
all
the
darkies
gone
that
I
just
could
n't
get
away
.
But
I
should
have
made
time
to
go
.
It
was
n't
neighborly
of
me
.
But
,
of
course
,
we
thought
the
Yankees
had
burned
Tara
like
they
did
Twelve
Oaks
and
the
MacIntosh
house
and
that
your
folks
had
gone
to
Macon
.
And
we
never
dreamed
you
were
home
,
Scarlett
.
"
