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"
Well
,
how
were
we
to
know
different
when
Mr.
O'Hara
's
darkies
came
through
here
so
scared
they
were
popeyed
and
told
us
the
Yankees
were
going
to
burn
Tara
?
"
Grandma
interrupted
.
"
And
we
could
see
--
"
Sally
began
.
"
I
'm
telling
this
,
please
,
"
said
Old
Miss
shortly
.
"
And
they
said
the
Yankees
were
camped
all
over
Tara
and
your
folks
were
fixing
to
go
to
Macon
.
And
then
that
night
we
saw
the
glare
of
fire
over
toward
Tara
and
it
lasted
for
hours
and
it
scared
our
fool
darkies
so
bad
they
all
ran
off
.
What
burned
?
"
"
All
our
cotton
--
a
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars
worth
,
"
said
Scarlett
bitterly
.
"
Be
thankful
it
was
n't
your
house
,
"
said
Grandma
,
leaning
her
chin
on
her
cane
.
"
You
can
always
grow
more
cotton
and
you
ca
n't
grow
a
house
.
By
the
bye
,
had
you
all
started
picking
your
cotton
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
"
and
now
most
of
it
is
ruined
.
I
do
n't
imagine
there
's
more
than
three
bales
left
standing
,
in
the
far
field
in
the
creek
bottom
,
and
what
earthly
good
will
it
do
?
All
our
field
hands
are
gone
and
there
's
nobody
to
pick
it
.
"
"
Mercy
me
,
all
our
field
hands
are
gone
and
there
's
nobody
to
pick
it
!
"
mimicked
Grandma
and
bent
a
satiric
glance
on
Scarlett
.
"
What
's
wrong
with
your
own
pretty
paws
,
Miss
,
and
those
of
your
sisters
?
"
"
Me
?
Pick
cotton
?
"
cried
Scarlett
aghast
,
as
if
Grandma
had
been
suggesting
some
repulsive
crime
.
"
Like
a
field
hand
?
Like
white
trash
?
Like
the
Slattery
women
?
"
"
White
trash
,
indeed
!
Well
,
is
n't
this
generation
soft
and
ladylike
!
Let
me
tell
you
,
Miss
,
when
I
was
a
girl
my
father
lost
all
his
money
and
I
was
n't
above
doing
honest
work
with
my
hands
and
in
the
fields
too
,
till
Pa
got
enough
money
to
buy
some
more
darkies
.
I
've
hoed
my
row
and
I
've
picked
my
cotton
and
I
can
do
it
again
if
I
have
to
.
And
it
looks
like
I
'll
have
to
.
White
trash
,
indeed
!
"
"
Oh
,
but
Mama
Fontaine
,
"
cried
her
daughter-inlaw
,
casting
imploring
glances
at
the
two
girls
,
urging
them
to
help
her
smooth
the
old
lady
's
feathers
.
"
That
was
so
long
ago
,
a
different
day
entirely
,
and
times
have
changed
.
"
