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He
looked
after
me
...
.
Ah
,
well
,
that
's
been
fifty
years
ago
,
as
I
said
,
and
since
that
time
I
've
never
been
afraid
of
anything
or
anybody
because
I
'd
known
the
worst
that
could
happen
to
me
.
And
that
lack
of
fear
has
gotten
me
into
a
lot
of
trouble
and
cost
me
a
lot
of
happiness
.
God
intended
women
to
be
timid
frightened
creatures
and
there
's
something
unnatural
about
a
woman
who
is
n't
afraid
...
.
Scarlett
,
always
save
something
to
fear
--
even
as
you
save
something
to
love
...
.
"
Her
voice
trailed
off
and
she
stood
silent
with
eyes
looking
back
over
half
a
century
to
the
day
when
she
had
been
afraid
.
Scarlett
moved
impatiently
.
She
had
thought
Grandma
was
going
to
understand
and
perhaps
show
her
some
way
to
solve
her
problems
.
But
like
all
old
people
she
'd
gotten
to
talking
about
things
that
happened
before
anyone
was
born
,
things
no
one
was
interested
in
.
Scarlett
wished
she
had
not
confided
in
her
.
"
Well
,
go
home
,
child
,
or
they
'll
be
worrying
about
you
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
"
Send
Pork
with
the
wagon
this
afternoon
...
.
And
do
n't
think
you
can
lay
down
the
load
,
ever
.
Because
you
ca
n't
.
I
know
.
"
Indian
summer
lingered
into
November
that
year
and
the
warm
days
were
bright
days
for
those
at
Tara
.
The
worst
was
over
.
They
had
a
horse
now
and
they
could
ride
instead
of
walk
.
They
had
fried
eggs
for
breakfast
and
fried
ham
for
supper
to
vary
the
monotony
of
the
yams
,
peanuts
and
dried
apples
,
and
on
one
festal
occasion
they
even
had
roast
chicken
.
The
old
sow
had
finally
been
captured
and
she
and
her
brood
rooted
and
grunted
happily
under
the
house
where
they
were
penned
.
Sometimes
they
squealed
so
loudly
no
one
in
the
house
could
talk
but
it
was
a
pleasant
sound
.
It
meant
fresh
pork
for
the
white
folks
and
chitterlings
for
the
negroes
when
cold
weather
and
hog-killing
time
should
arrive
,
and
it
meant
food
for
the
winter
for
all
.
Scarlett
's
visit
to
the
Fontaines
had
heartened
her
more
than
she
realized
.
Just
the
knowledge
that
she
had
neighbors
,
that
some
of
the
family
friends
and
old
homes
had
survived
,
drove
out
the
terrible
loss
and
alone
feeling
which
had
oppressed
her
in
her
first
weeks
at
Tara
.
And
the
Fontaines
and
Tarletons
,
whose
plantations
had
not
been
in
the
path
of
the
army
,
were
most
generous
in
sharing
what
little
they
had
.
It
was
the
tradition
of
the
County
that
neighbor
helped
neighbor
and
they
refused
to
accept
a
penny
from
Scarlett
,
telling
her
that
she
would
do
the
same
for
them
and
she
could
pay
them
back
,
in
kind
,
next
year
when
Tara
was
again
producing
.
Scarlett
now
had
food
for
her
household
,
she
had
a
horse
,
she
had
the
money
and
jewelry
taken
from
the
Yankee
straggler
,
and
the
greatest
need
was
new
clothing
.
She
knew
it
would
be
risky
business
sending
Pork
south
to
buy
clothes
,
when
the
horse
might
be
captured
by
either
Yankees
or
Confederates
.
But
,
at
least
,
she
had
the
money
with
which
to
buy
the
clothes
,
a
horse
and
wagon
for
the
trip
,
and
perhaps
Pork
could
make
the
trip
without
getting
caught
.
Yes
,
the
worst
was
over
.
Every
morning
when
Scarlett
arose
she
thanked
God
for
the
pale-blue
sky
and
the
warm
sun
,
for
each
day
of
good
weather
put
off
the
inevitable
time
when
warm
clothing
would
be
needed
.
And
each
warm
day
saw
more
and
more
cotton
piling
up
in
the
empty
slave
quarters
,
the
only
storage
place
left
on
the
plantation
.
There
was
more
cotton
in
the
fields
than
she
or
Pork
had
estimated
,
probably
four
bales
,
and
soon
the
cabins
would
be
full
.
Scarlett
had
not
intended
to
do
any
cotton
picking
herself
,
even
after
Grandma
Fontaine
's
tart
remark
.
It
was
unthinkable
that
she
,
an
O'Hara
lady
,
now
the
mistress
of
Tara
,
should
work
in
the
fields
.
It
put
her
on
the
same
level
with
the
snarly
haired
Mrs.
Slattery
and
Emmie
.
She
had
intended
that
the
negroes
should
do
the
field
work
,
while
she
and
the
convalescent
girls
attended
to
the
house
,
but
here
she
was
confronted
with
a
caste
feeling
even
stronger
than
her
own
.
Pork
,
Mammy
and
Prissy
set
up
outcries
at
the
idea
of
working
in
the
fields
.
They
reiterated
that
they
were
house
niggers
,
not
field
hands
.
Mammy
,
in
particular
,
declared
vehemently
that
she
had
never
even
been
a
yard
nigger
.
She
had
been
born
in
the
Robillard
great
house
,
not
in
the
quarters
,
and
had
been
raised
in
Ole
Miss
'
bedroom
,
sleeping
on
a
pallet
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Dilcey
alone
said
nothing
and
she
fixed
her
Prissy
with
an
unwinking
eye
that
made
her
squirm
.
Scarlett
refused
to
listen
to
the
protests
and
drove
them
all
into
the
cotton
rows
.
