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Going
home
!
Going
home
!
They
could
talk
of
nothing
else
,
neither
battles
nor
wounds
,
nor
imprisonment
nor
the
future
.
Later
,
they
would
refight
battles
and
tell
children
and
grandchildren
of
pranks
and
forays
and
charges
,
of
hunger
,
forced
marches
and
wounds
,
but
not
now
.
Some
of
them
lacked
an
arm
or
a
leg
or
an
eye
,
many
had
scars
which
would
ache
in
rainy
weather
if
they
lived
for
seventy
years
but
these
seemed
small
matters
now
.
Later
it
would
be
different
.
Old
and
young
,
talkative
and
taciturn
,
rich
planter
and
sallow
Cracker
,
they
all
had
two
things
in
common
,
lice
and
dysentery
.
The
Confederate
soldier
was
so
accustomed
to
his
verminous
state
he
did
not
give
it
a
thought
and
scratched
unconcernedly
even
in
the
presence
of
ladies
.
As
for
dysentery
--
the
"
bloody
flux
"
as
the
ladies
delicately
called
it
--
it
seemed
to
have
spared
no
one
from
private
to
general
.
Four
years
of
half-starvation
,
four
years
of
rations
which
were
coarse
or
green
or
half-putrefied
,
had
done
its
work
with
them
and
every
soldier
who
stopped
at
Tara
was
either
just
recovering
or
was
actively
suffering
from
it
.
"
Dey
ain
'
a
soun
'
set
of
bowels
in
de
whole
Confedrut
ahmy
,
"
observed
Mammy
darkly
as
she
sweated
over
the
fire
,
brewing
a
bitter
concoction
of
blackberry
roots
which
had
been
Ellen
's
sovereign
remedy
for
such
afflictions
.
"
It
's
mah
notion
dat
'
twar
n't
de
Yankees
whut
beat
our
gempmum
.
'
Twuz
dey
own
innards
.
Kain
no
gempmum
fight
wid
his
bowels
tuhnin
'
ter
water
.
"
One
and
all
,
Mammy
dosed
them
,
never
waiting
to
ask
foolish
questions
about
the
state
of
their
organs
and
,
one
and
all
,
they
drank
her
doses
meekly
and
with
wry
faces
,
remembering
,
perhaps
,
other
stern
black
faces
in
far-off
places
and
other
inexorable
black
hands
holding
medicine
spoons
.
In
the
matter
of
"
comp
'n
y
"
Mammy
was
equally
adamant
.
No
lice-ridden
soldier
should
come
into
Tara
.
She
marched
them
behind
a
clump
of
thick
bushes
,
relieved
them
of
their
uniforms
,
gave
them
a
basin
of
water
and
strong
lye
soap
to
wash
with
and
provided
them
with
quilts
and
blankets
to
cover
their
nakedness
,
while
she
boiled
their
clothing
in
her
huge
wash
pot
.
It
was
useless
for
the
girls
to
argue
hotly
that
such
conduct
humiliated
the
soldiers
.
Mammy
replied
that
the
girls
would
be
a
sight
more
humiliated
if
they
found
lice
upon
themselves
.
When
the
soldiers
began
arriving
almost
daily
,
Mammy
protested
against
their
being
allowed
to
use
the
bedrooms
.
Always
she
feared
lest
some
louse
had
escaped
her
.
Rather
than
argue
the
matter
,
Scarlett
turned
the
parlor
with
its
deep
velvet
rug
into
a
dormitory
.
Mammy
cried
out
equally
loudly
at
the
sacrilege
of
soldiers
being
permitted
to
sleep
on
Miss
Ellen
's
rug
but
Scarlett
was
firm
.
They
had
to
sleep
somewhere
.
And
,
in
the
months
after
the
surrender
,
the
deep
soft
nap
began
to
show
signs
of
wear
and
finally
the
heavy
warp
and
woof
showed
through
in
spots
where
heels
had
worn
it
and
spurs
dug
carelessly
.
Of
each
soldier
,
they
asked
eagerly
of
Ashley
.
Suellen
,
bridling
,
always
asked
news
of
Mr.
Kennedy
.
But
none
of
the
soldiers
had
ever
heard
of
them
nor
were
they
inclined
to
talk
about
the
missing
.
It
was
enough
that
they
themselves
were
alive
,
and
they
did
not
care
to
think
of
the
thousands
in
unmarked
graves
who
would
never
come
home
.
The
family
tried
to
bolster
Melanie
's
courage
after
each
of
these
disappointments
.
Of
course
,
Ashley
had
n't
died
in
prison
.
Some
Yankee
chaplain
would
have
written
if
this
were
true
.
Of
course
,
he
was
coming
home
but
his
prison
was
so
far
away
.
Why
,
goodness
,
it
took
days
riding
on
a
train
to
make
the
trip
and
if
Ashley
was
walking
,
like
these
men
...
Why
had
n't
he
written
?
Well
,
darling
,
you
know
what
the
mails
are
now
--
so
uncertain
and
slipshod
even
where
mail
routes
are
re-established
.
But
suppose
--
suppose
he
had
died
on
the
way
home
.
Now
,
Melanie
,
some
Yankee
woman
would
have
surely
written
us
about
it
!
...
Yankee
women
!
Bah
!
...
Melly
,
there
ARE
some
nice
Yankee
women
.
Oh
,
yes
,
there
are
!
God
could
n't
make
a
whole
nation
without
having
some
nice
women
in
it
!
Scarlett
,
you
remember
we
did
meet
a
nice
Yankee
woman
at
Saratoga
that
time
--
Scarlett
,
tell
Melly
about
her
!
