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They
stayed
the
night
on
the
plantation
,
sleeping
on
the
floor
in
the
parlor
,
luxuriating
as
they
stretched
themselves
on
the
velvet
rug
,
for
it
had
been
weeks
since
they
had
slept
under
a
roof
or
on
anything
softer
than
pine
needles
and
hard
earth
.
For
all
their
dirty
beards
and
tatters
they
were
a
well-bred
crowd
,
full
of
pleasant
small
talk
,
jokes
and
compliments
and
very
glad
to
be
spending
Christmas
Eve
in
a
big
house
,
surrounded
by
pretty
women
as
they
had
been
accustomed
to
do
in
days
long
past
.
They
refused
to
be
serious
about
the
war
,
told
outrageous
lies
to
make
the
girls
laugh
and
brought
to
the
bare
and
looted
house
the
first
lightness
,
the
first
hint
of
festivity
it
had
known
in
many
a
day
.
"
It
's
almost
like
the
old
days
when
we
had
house
parties
,
is
n't
it
?
"
whispered
Suellen
happily
to
Scarlett
.
Suellen
was
raised
to
the
skies
by
having
a
beau
of
her
own
in
the
house
again
and
she
could
hardly
take
her
eyes
off
Frank
Kennedy
.
Scarlett
was
surprised
to
see
that
Suellen
could
be
almost
pretty
,
despite
the
thinness
which
had
persisted
since
her
illness
.
Her
cheeks
were
flushed
and
there
was
a
soft
luminous
look
in
her
eyes
.
"
She
really
must
care
about
him
,
"
thought
Scarlett
in
contempt
.
"
And
I
guess
she
'd
be
almost
human
if
she
ever
had
a
husband
of
her
own
,
even
if
her
husband
was
old
fuss-budget
Frank
.
"
Carreen
had
brightened
a
little
too
,
and
some
of
the
sleep-walking
look
left
her
eyes
that
night
.
She
had
found
that
one
of
the
men
had
known
Brent
Tarleton
and
had
been
with
him
the
day
he
was
killed
,
and
she
promised
herself
a
long
private
talk
with
him
after
supper
.
At
supper
Melanie
surprised
them
all
by
forcing
herself
out
of
her
timidity
and
being
almost
vivacious
.
She
laughed
and
joked
and
almost
but
not
quite
coquetted
with
a
one-eyed
soldier
who
gladly
repaid
her
efforts
with
extravagant
gallantries
.
Scarlett
knew
the
effort
this
involved
both
mentally
and
physically
,
for
Melanie
suffered
torments
of
shyness
in
the
presence
of
anything
male
.
Moreover
she
was
far
from
well
.
She
insisted
she
was
strong
and
did
more
work
even
than
Dilcey
but
Scarlett
knew
she
was
sick
.
When
she
lifted
things
her
face
went
white
and
she
had
a
way
of
sitting
down
suddenly
after
exertions
,
as
if
her
legs
would
no
longer
support
her
.
But
tonight
she
,
like
Suellen
and
Carreen
,
was
doing
everything
possible
to
make
the
soldiers
enjoy
their
Christmas
Eve
.
Scarlett
alone
took
no
pleasure
in
the
guests
.
The
troop
had
added
their
ration
of
parched
corn
and
side
meat
to
the
supper
of
dried
peas
,
stewed
dried
apples
and
peanuts
which
Mammy
set
before
them
and
they
declared
it
was
the
best
meal
they
had
had
in
months
.
Scarlett
watched
them
eat
and
she
was
uneasy
.
She
not
only
begrudged
them
every
mouthful
they
ate
but
she
was
on
tenterhooks
lest
they
discover
somehow
that
Pork
had
slaughtered
one
of
the
shoats
the
day
before
.
It
now
hung
in
the
pantry
and
she
had
grimly
promised
her
household
that
she
would
scratch
out
the
eyes
of
anyone
who
mentioned
the
shoat
to
their
guests
or
the
presence
of
the
dead
pig
's
sisters
and
brothers
,
safe
in
their
pen
in
the
swamp
.
These
hungry
men
could
devour
the
whole
shoat
at
one
meal
and
,
if
they
knew
of
the
live
hogs
,
they
could
commandeer
them
for
the
army
.
She
was
alarmed
,
too
,
for
the
cow
and
the
horse
and
wished
they
were
hidden
in
the
swamp
,
instead
of
tied
in
the
woods
at
the
bottom
of
the
pasture
.
If
the
commissary
took
her
stock
,
Tara
could
not
possibly
live
through
the
winter
.
There
would
be
no
way
of
replacing
them
.
As
to
what
the
army
would
eat
,
she
did
not
care
.
Let
the
army
feed
the
army
--
if
it
could
.
It
was
hard
enough
for
her
to
feed
her
own
.
The
men
added
as
dessert
some
"
ramrod
rolls
"
from
their
knapsacks
,
and
this
was
the
first
time
Scarlett
had
ever
seen
this
Confederate
article
of
diet
about
which
there
were
almost
as
many
jokes
as
about
lice
.
They
were
charred
spirals
of
what
appeared
to
be
wood
.
The
men
dared
her
to
take
a
bite
and
,
when
she
did
,
she
discovered
that
beneath
the
smoke-blackened
surface
was
unsalted
corn
bread
.
The
soldiers
mixed
their
ration
of
corn
meal
with
water
,
and
salt
too
when
they
could
get
it
,
wrapped
the
thick
paste
about
their
ramrods
and
roasted
the
mess
over
camp
fires
.
It
was
as
hard
as
rock
candy
and
as
tasteless
as
sawdust
and
after
one
bite
Scarlett
hastily
handed
it
back
amid
roars
of
laughter
.
She
met
Melanie
's
eyes
and
the
same
thought
was
plain
in
both
faces
...
.
"
How
can
they
go
on
fighting
if
they
have
only
this
stuff
to
eat
?
"
