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Here
lay
the
fertile
state
,
dotted
with
plantations
,
sheltering
the
women
and
children
,
the
very
old
and
the
negroes
.
In
a
swath
eighty
miles
wide
the
Yankees
were
looting
and
burning
.
There
were
hundreds
of
homes
in
flames
,
hundreds
of
homes
resounding
with
their
footsteps
.
But
,
to
Scarlett
,
watching
the
bluecoats
pour
into
the
front
hall
,
it
was
not
a
countrywide
affair
.
It
was
entirely
personal
,
a
malicious
action
aimed
directly
at
her
and
hers
.
She
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
the
baby
in
her
arms
,
Wade
pressed
tightly
against
her
,
his
head
hidden
in
her
skirts
as
the
Yankees
swarmed
through
the
house
,
pushing
roughly
past
her
up
the
stairs
,
dragging
furniture
onto
the
front
porch
,
running
bayonets
and
knives
into
upholstery
and
digging
inside
for
concealed
valuables
.
Upstairs
they
were
ripping
open
mattresses
and
feather
beds
until
the
air
in
the
hall
was
thick
with
feathers
that
floated
softly
down
on
her
head
.
Impotent
rage
quelled
what
little
fear
was
left
in
her
heart
as
she
stood
helpless
while
they
plundered
and
stole
and
ruined
.
The
sergeant
in
charge
was
a
bow-legged
,
grizzled
little
man
with
a
large
wad
of
tobacco
in
his
cheek
.
He
reached
Scarlett
before
any
of
his
men
and
,
spitting
freely
on
the
floor
and
her
skirts
,
said
briefly
:
"
Lem
me
have
what
you
got
in
yore
hand
,
lady
.
"
She
had
forgotten
the
trinkets
she
had
intended
to
hide
and
,
with
a
sneer
which
she
hoped
was
as
eloquent
as
that
pictured
on
Grandma
Robillard
's
face
,
she
flung
the
articles
to
the
floor
and
almost
enjoyed
the
rapacious
scramble
that
ensued
.
"
I
'll
trouble
you
for
thet
ring
and
them
earbobs
.
"
Scarlett
tucked
the
baby
more
securely
under
her
arm
so
that
he
hung
face
downward
,
crimson
and
screaming
,
and
removed
the
garnet
earrings
which
had
been
Gerald
's
wedding
present
to
Ellen
.
Then
she
stripped
off
the
large
sapphire
solitaire
which
Charles
had
given
her
as
an
engagement
ring
.
"
Do
n't
throw
um
.
Hand
um
to
me
,
"
said
the
sergeant
,
putting
out
his
hands
.
"
Them
bastards
got
enough
already
.
What
else
have
you
got
?
"
His
eyes
went
over
her
basque
sharply
.
