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Scarlett
recalled
bitterly
her
conversation
with
Grandma
Fontaine
.
On
that
afternoon
two
months
ago
,
which
now
seemed
years
in
the
past
,
she
had
told
the
old
lady
she
had
already
known
the
worst
which
could
possibly
happen
to
her
,
and
she
had
spoken
from
the
bottom
of
her
heart
.
Now
that
remark
sounded
like
schoolgirl
hyperbole
.
Before
Sherman
's
men
came
through
Tara
the
second
time
,
she
had
her
small
riches
of
food
and
money
,
she
had
neighbors
more
fortunate
than
she
and
she
had
the
cotton
which
would
tide
her
over
until
spring
.
Now
the
cotton
was
gone
,
the
food
was
gone
,
the
money
was
of
no
use
to
her
,
for
there
was
no
food
to
buy
with
it
,
and
the
neighbors
were
in
worse
plight
than
she
.
At
least
,
she
had
the
cow
and
the
calf
,
a
few
shoats
and
the
horse
,
and
the
neighbors
had
nothing
but
the
little
they
had
been
able
to
hide
in
the
woods
and
bury
in
the
ground
.
Fairhill
,
the
Tarleton
home
,
was
burned
to
the
foundations
,
and
Mrs.
Tarleton
and
the
four
girls
were
existing
in
the
overseer
's
house
.
The
Munroe
house
near
Lovejoy
was
leveled
too
.
The
wooden
wing
of
Mimosa
had
burned
and
only
the
thick
resistant
stucco
of
the
main
house
and
the
frenzied
work
of
the
Fontaine
women
and
their
slaves
with
wet
blankets
and
quilts
had
saved
it
.
The
Calverts
'
house
had
again
been
spared
,
due
to
the
intercession
of
Hilton
,
the
Yankee
overseer
,
but
there
was
not
a
head
of
livestock
,
not
a
fowl
,
not
an
ear
of
corn
left
on
the
place
.
At
Tara
and
throughout
the
County
,
the
problem
was
food
.
Most
of
the
families
had
nothing
at
all
but
the
remains
of
their
yam
crops
and
their
peanuts
and
such
game
as
they
could
catch
in
the
woods
.
What
they
had
,
each
shared
with
less
fortunate
friends
,
as
they
had
done
in
more
prosperous
days
.
But
the
time
soon
came
when
there
was
nothing
to
share
.
At
Tara
,
they
ate
rabbit
and
possum
and
catfish
,
if
Pork
was
lucky
.
On
other
days
a
small
amount
of
milk
,
hickory
nuts
,
roasted
acorns
and
yams
.
They
were
always
hungry
.
To
Scarlett
it
seemed
that
at
every
turn
she
met
outstretched
hands
,
pleading
eyes
.
The
sight
of
them
drove
her
almost
to
madness
,
for
she
was
as
hungry
as
they
.
She
ordered
the
calf
killed
,
because
he
drank
so
much
of
the
precious
milk
,
and
that
night
everyone
ate
so
much
fresh
veal
all
of
them
were
ill
.
She
knew
that
she
should
kill
one
of
the
shoats
but
she
put
it
off
from
day
to
day
,
hoping
to
raise
them
to
maturity
.
They
were
so
small
.
There
would
be
so
little
of
them
to
eat
if
they
were
killed
now
and
so
much
more
if
they
could
be
saved
a
little
longer
.
Nightly
she
debated
with
Melanie
the
advisability
of
sending
Pork
abroad
on
the
horse
with
some
greenbacks
to
try
to
buy
food
.
But
the
fear
that
the
horse
might
be
captured
and
the
money
taken
from
Pork
deterred
them
.
They
did
not
know
where
the
Yankees
were
.
They
might
be
a
thousand
miles
away
or
only
across
the
river
.
Once
,
Scarlett
,
in
desperation
,
started
to
ride
out
herself
to
search
for
food
,
but
the
hysterical
outbursts
of
the
whole
family
fearful
of
the
Yankees
made
her
abandon
the
plan
.
Pork
foraged
far
,
at
times
not
coming
home
all
night
,
and
Scarlett
did
not
ask
him
where
he
went
.
Sometimes
he
returned
with
game
,
sometimes
with
a
few
ears
of
corn
,
a
bag
of
dried
peas
.
Once
he
brought
home
a
rooster
which
he
said
he
found
in
the
woods
.
The
family
ate
it
with
relish
but
a
sense
of
guilt
,
knowing
very
well
Pork
had
stolen
it
,
as
he
had
stolen
the
peas
and
corn
.
One
night
soon
after
this
,
he
tapped
on
Scarlett
's
door
long
after
the
house
was
asleep
and
sheepishly
exhibited
a
leg
peppered
with
small
shot
.
As
she
bandaged
it
for
him
,
he
explained
awkwardly
that
when
attempting
to
get
into
a
hen
coop
at
Fayetteville
,
he
had
been
discovered
.
Scarlett
did
not
ask
whose
hen
coop
but
patted
Pork
's
shoulder
gently
,
tears
in
her
eyes
.
Negroes
were
provoking
sometimes
and
stupid
and
lazy
,
but
there
was
loyalty
in
them
that
money
could
n't
buy
,
a
feeling
of
oneness
with
their
white
folks
which
made
them
risk
their
lives
to
keep
food
on
the
table
.
In
other
days
Pork
's
pilferings
would
have
been
a
serious
matter
,
probably
calling
for
a
whipping
.
In
other
days
she
would
have
been
forced
at
least
to
reprimand
him
severely
.
"
Always
remember
,
dear
,
"
Ellen
had
said
,
"
you
are
responsible
for
the
moral
as
well
as
the
physical
welfare
of
the
darkies
God
has
intrusted
to
your
care
.
You
must
realize
that
they
are
like
children
and
must
be
guarded
from
themselves
like
children
,
and
you
must
always
set
them
a
good
example
.
"
