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There
had
been
nothing
to
eat
except
milk
since
breakfast
,
for
the
yams
were
exhausted
and
Pork
's
snares
and
fishlines
had
yielded
nothing
.
One
of
the
shoats
would
have
to
be
killed
the
next
day
if
they
were
to
eat
at
all
.
Strained
and
hungry
faces
,
black
and
white
,
were
staring
at
her
,
mutely
asking
her
to
provide
food
.
She
would
have
to
risk
losing
the
horse
and
send
Pork
out
to
buy
something
.
And
to
make
matters
worse
,
Wade
was
ill
with
a
sore
throat
and
a
raging
fever
and
there
was
neither
doctor
nor
medicine
for
him
.
Hungry
,
weary
with
watching
her
child
,
Scarlett
left
him
to
Melanie
's
care
for
a
while
and
lay
down
on
her
bed
to
nap
.
Her
feet
icy
,
she
twisted
and
turned
,
unable
to
sleep
,
weighed
down
with
fear
and
despair
.
Again
and
again
,
she
thought
:
"
What
shall
I
do
?
Where
shall
I
turn
?
Is
n't
there
anybody
in
the
world
who
can
help
me
?
"
Where
had
all
the
security
of
the
world
gone
?
Why
was
n't
there
someone
,
some
strong
wise
person
to
take
the
burdens
from
her
?
She
was
n't
made
to
carry
them
.
She
did
not
know
how
to
carry
them
.
And
then
she
fell
into
an
uneasy
doze
.
She
was
in
a
wild
strange
country
so
thick
with
swirling
mist
she
could
not
see
her
hand
before
her
face
.
The
earth
beneath
her
feet
was
uneasy
.
It
was
a
haunted
land
,
still
with
a
terrible
stillness
,
and
she
was
lost
in
it
,
lost
and
terrified
as
a
child
in
the
night
.
She
was
bitterly
cold
and
hungry
and
so
fearful
of
what
lurked
in
the
mists
about
her
that
she
tried
to
scream
and
could
not
.
There
were
things
in
the
fog
reaching
out
fingers
to
pluck
at
her
skirt
,
to
drag
her
down
into
the
uneasy
quaking
earth
on
which
she
stood
,
silent
,
relentless
,
spectral
hands
.
Then
,
she
knew
that
somewhere
in
the
opaque
gloom
about
her
there
was
shelter
,
help
,
a
haven
of
refuge
and
warmth
.
But
where
was
it
?
Could
she
reach
it
before
the
hands
clutched
her
and
dragged
her
down
into
the
quicksands
?
Suddenly
she
was
running
,
running
through
the
mist
like
a
mad
thing
,
crying
and
screaming
,
throwing
out
her
arms
to
clutch
only
empty
air
and
wet
mist
.
Where
was
the
haven
?
It
eluded
her
but
it
was
there
,
hidden
,
somewhere
.
If
she
could
only
reach
it
!
If
she
could
only
reach
it
she
would
be
safe
!
But
terror
was
weakening
her
legs
,
hunger
making
her
faint
.
She
gave
one
despairing
cry
and
awoke
to
find
Melanie
's
worried
face
above
her
and
Melanie
's
hand
shaking
her
to
wakefulness
.
The
dream
returned
again
and
again
,
whenever
she
went
to
sleep
with
an
empty
stomach
.
And
that
was
frequently
enough
.
It
so
frightened
her
that
she
feared
to
sleep
,
although
she
feverishly
told
herself
there
was
nothing
in
such
a
dream
to
be
afraid
of
.
There
was
nothing
in
a
dream
about
fog
to
scare
her
so
.
Nothing
at
all
--
yet
the
thought
of
dropping
off
into
that
mist-filled
country
so
terrified
her
she
began
sleeping
with
Melanie
,
who
would
wake
her
up
when
her
moaning
and
twitching
revealed
that
she
was
again
in
the
clutch
of
the
dream
.
Under
the
strain
she
grew
white
and
thin
.
The
pretty
roundness
left
her
face
,
throwing
her
cheek
bones
into
prominence
,
emphasizing
her
slanting
green
eyes
and
giving
her
the
look
of
a
prowling
,
hungry
cat
.
"
Daytime
is
enough
like
a
nightmare
without
my
dreaming
things
,
"
she
thought
desperately
and
began
hoarding
her
daily
ration
to
eat
it
just
before
she
went
to
sleep
.
At
Christmas
time
Frank
Kennedy
and
a
small
troop
from
the
commissary
department
jogged
up
to
Tara
on
a
futile
hunt
for
grain
and
animals
for
the
army
.
They
were
a
ragged
and
ruffianly
appearing
crew
,
mounted
on
lame
and
heaving
horses
which
obviously
were
in
too
bad
condition
to
be
used
for
more
active
service
.
Like
their
animals
the
men
had
been
invalided
out
of
the
front-line
forces
and
,
except
for
Frank
,
all
of
them
had
an
arm
missing
or
an
eye
gone
or
stiffened
joints
.
Most
of
them
wore
blue
overcoats
of
captured
Yankees
and
,
for
a
brief
instant
of
horror
,
those
at
Tara
thought
Sherman
's
men
had
returned
.
