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But
the
fading
hopes
of
the
Confederacy
weighed
less
heavily
on
Scarlett
than
his
remark
about
the
scarcity
of
food
.
It
had
been
her
intention
to
send
Pork
out
with
the
horse
and
wagon
,
the
gold
pieces
and
the
United
States
money
to
scour
the
countryside
for
provisions
and
material
for
clothes
.
But
if
what
Frank
said
was
true
--
But
Macon
had
n't
fallen
.
There
must
be
food
in
Macon
.
Just
as
soon
as
the
commissary
department
was
safely
on
its
way
,
she
'd
start
Pork
for
Macon
and
take
the
chance
of
having
the
precious
horse
picked
up
by
the
army
.
She
'd
have
to
risk
it
.
"
Well
,
let
's
do
n't
talk
about
unpleasant
things
tonight
,
Mr.
Kennedy
,
"
she
said
"
You
go
and
sit
in
Mother
's
little
office
and
I
'll
send
Suellen
to
you
so
you
can
--
well
,
so
you
'll
have
a
little
privacy
.
"
Blushing
,
smiling
,
Frank
slipped
out
of
the
room
and
Scarlett
watched
him
go
.
"
What
a
pity
he
ca
n't
marry
her
now
,
"
she
thought
.
"
That
would
be
one
less
mouth
to
feed
.
"
The
following
April
General
Johnston
,
who
had
been
given
back
the
shattered
remnants
of
his
old
command
,
surrendered
them
in
North
Carolina
and
the
war
was
over
.
But
not
until
two
weeks
later
did
the
news
reach
Tara
.
There
was
too
much
to
do
at
Tara
for
anyone
to
waste
time
traveling
abroad
and
hearing
gossip
and
,
as
the
neighbors
were
just
as
busy
as
they
,
there
was
little
visiting
and
news
spread
slowly
.
Spring
plowing
was
at
its
height
and
the
cotton
and
garden
seed
Pork
had
brought
from
Macon
was
being
put
into
the
ground
.
Pork
had
been
almost
worthless
since
the
trip
,
so
proud
was
he
of
returning
safely
with
his
wagon-load
of
dress
goods
,
seed
,
fowls
,
hams
,
side
meat
and
meal
.
Over
and
over
,
he
told
the
story
of
his
many
narrow
escapes
,
of
the
bypaths
and
country
lanes
he
had
taken
on
his
return
to
Tara
,
the
unfrequented
roads
,
the
old
trails
,
the
bridle
paths
.
He
had
been
five
weeks
on
the
road
,
agonizing
weeks
for
Scarlett
.
But
she
did
not
upbraid
him
on
his
return
,
for
she
was
happy
that
he
had
made
the
trip
successfully
and
pleased
that
he
brought
back
so
much
of
the
money
she
had
given
him
.
She
had
a
shrewd
suspicion
that
the
reason
he
had
so
much
money
left
over
was
that
he
had
not
bought
the
fowls
or
most
of
the
food
.
Pork
would
have
taken
shame
to
himself
had
he
spent
her
money
when
there
were
unguarded
hen
coops
along
the
road
and
smokehouses
handy
.
Now
that
they
had
a
little
food
,
everyone
at
Tara
was
busy
trying
to
restore
some
semblance
of
naturalness
to
life
.
There
was
work
for
every
pair
of
hands
,
too
much
work
,
never-ending
work
.
The
withered
stalks
of
last
year
's
cotton
had
to
be
removed
to
make
way
for
this
year
's
seeds
and
the
balky
horse
,
unaccustomed
to
the
plow
,
dragged
unwillingly
through
the
fields
.
Weeds
had
to
be
pulled
from
the
garden
and
the
seeds
planted
,
firewood
had
to
be
cut
,
a
beginning
had
to
be
made
toward
replacing
the
pens
and
the
miles
and
miles
of
fences
so
casually
burned
by
the
Yankees
.
The
snares
Pork
set
for
rabbits
had
to
be
visited
twice
a
day
and
the
fishlines
in
the
river
rebaited
.
There
were
beds
to
be
made
and
floors
to
be
swept
,
food
to
be
cooked
and
dishes
washed
,
hogs
and
chickens
to
be
fed
and
eggs
gathered
.
The
cow
had
to
be
milked
and
pastured
near
the
swamp
and
someone
had
to
watch
her
all
day
for
fear
the
Yankees
or
Frank
Kennedy
's
men
would
return
and
take
her
.
Even
little
Wade
had
his
duties
.
Every
morning
he
went
out
importantly
with
a
basket
to
pick
up
twigs
and
chips
to
start
the
fires
with
.
