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Yes
,
Will
was
a
comfort
to
Scarlett
after
hard
days
when
the
negroes
muttered
and
Suellen
nagged
and
cried
and
Gerald
asked
too
frequently
where
Ellen
was
.
She
could
tell
Will
anything
.
She
even
told
him
of
killing
the
Yankee
and
glowed
with
pride
when
he
commented
briefly
:
"
Good
work
!
"
Eventually
all
the
family
found
their
way
to
Will
's
room
to
air
their
troubles
--
even
Mammy
,
who
had
at
first
been
distant
with
him
because
he
was
not
quality
and
had
owned
only
two
slaves
.
When
he
was
able
to
totter
about
the
house
,
he
turned
his
hands
to
weaving
baskets
of
split
oak
and
mending
the
furniture
ruined
by
the
Yankees
.
He
was
clever
at
whittling
and
Wade
was
constantly
by
his
side
,
for
he
whittled
out
toys
for
him
,
the
only
toys
the
little
boy
had
.
With
Will
in
the
house
,
everyone
felt
safe
in
leaving
Wade
and
the
two
babies
while
they
went
about
their
tasks
,
for
he
could
care
for
them
as
deftly
as
Mammy
and
only
Melly
surpassed
him
at
soothing
the
screaming
black
and
white
babies
.
"
You
've
been
mighty
good
to
me
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
me
a
stranger
and
nothin
'
to
you
all
.
I
've
caused
you
a
heap
of
trouble
and
worry
and
if
it
's
all
the
same
to
you
,
I
'm
goin
'
to
stay
here
and
help
you
all
with
the
work
till
I
've
paid
you
back
some
for
your
trouble
.
I
ca
n't
ever
pay
it
all
,
'
cause
there
ai
n't
no
payment
a
man
can
give
for
his
life
.
"
So
he
stayed
and
,
gradually
,
unobtrusively
,
a
large
part
of
the
burden
of
Tara
shifted
from
Scarlett
's
shoulders
to
the
bony
shoulders
of
Will
Benteen
.
It
was
September
and
time
to
pick
the
cotton
.
Will
Benteen
sat
on
the
front
steps
at
Scarlett
's
feet
in
the
pleasant
sunshine
of
the
early
autumn
afternoon
and
his
flat
voice
went
on
and
on
languidly
about
the
exorbitant
costs
of
ginning
the
cotton
at
the
new
gin
near
Fayetteville
.
However
,
he
had
learned
that
day
in
Fayetteville
that
he
could
cut
this
expense
a
fourth
by
lending
the
horse
and
wagon
for
two
weeks
to
the
gin
owner
.
He
had
delayed
closing
the
bargain
until
he
discussed
it
with
Scarlett
.
She
looked
at
the
lank
figure
leaning
against
the
porch
column
,
chewing
a
straw
.
Undoubtedly
,
as
Mammy
frequently
declared
,
Will
was
something
the
Lord
had
provided
and
Scarlett
often
wondered
how
Tara
could
have
lived
through
the
last
few
months
without
him
.
He
never
had
much
to
say
,
never
displayed
any
energy
,
never
seemed
to
take
much
interest
in
anything
that
went
on
about
him
,
but
he
knew
everything
about
everybody
at
Tara
.
And
he
did
things
.
He
did
them
silently
,
patiently
and
competently
.
Though
he
had
only
one
leg
,
he
could
work
faster
than
Pork
.
And
he
could
get
work
out
of
Pork
,
which
was
,
to
Scarlett
,
a
marvelous
thing
.
When
the
cow
had
the
colic
and
the
horse
fell
ill
with
a
mysterious
ailment
which
threatened
to
remove
him
permanently
from
them
,
Will
sat
up
nights
with
them
and
saved
them
.
That
he
was
a
shrewd
trader
brought
him
Scarlett
's
respect
,
for
he
could
ride
out
in
the
mornings
with
a
bushel
or
two
of
apples
,
sweet
potatoes
and
other
vegetables
and
return
with
seeds
,
lengths
of
cloth
,
flour
and
other
necessities
which
she
knew
she
could
never
have
acquired
,
good
trader
though
she
was
.
He
had
gradually
slipped
into
the
status
of
a
member
of
the
family
and
slept
on
a
cot
in
the
little
dressing
room
off
Gerald
's
room
.
He
said
nothing
of
leaving
Tara
,
and
Scarlett
was
careful
not
to
question
him
,
fearful
that
he
might
leave
them
.
Sometimes
,
she
thought
that
if
he
were
anybody
and
had
any
gumption
he
would
go
home
,
even
if
he
no
longer
had
a
home
.
But
even
with
this
thought
,
she
would
pray
fervently
that
he
would
remain
indefinitely
.
It
was
so
convenient
to
have
a
man
about
the
house
.
She
thought
,
too
,
that
if
Carreen
had
the
sense
of
a
mouse
she
would
see
that
Will
cared
for
her
.
Scarlett
would
have
been
eternally
grateful
to
Will
,
had
he
asked
her
for
Carreen
's
hand
.
Of
course
,
before
the
war
,
Will
would
certainly
not
have
been
an
eligible
suitor
.
He
was
not
of
the
planter
class
at
all
,
though
he
was
not
poor
white
.
He
was
just
plain
Cracker
,
a
small
farmer
,
half-educated
,
prone
to
grammatical
errors
and
ignorant
of
some
of
the
finer
manners
the
O'Haras
were
accustomed
to
in
gentlemen
.
In
fact
,
Scarlett
wondered
if
he
could
be
called
a
gentleman
at
all
and
decided
that
he
could
n't
.
Melanie
hotly
defended
him
,
saying
that
anyone
who
had
Will
's
kind
heart
and
thoughtfulness
of
others
was
of
gentle
birth
.
Scarlett
knew
that
Ellen
would
have
fainted
at
the
thought
of
a
daughter
of
hers
marrying
such
a
man
,
but
now
Scarlett
had
been
by
necessity
forced
too
far
away
from
Ellen
's
teachings
to
let
that
worry
her
.
Men
were
scarce
,
girls
had
to
marry
someone
and
Tara
had
to
have
a
man
.
But
Carreen
,
deeper
and
deeper
immersed
in
her
prayer
book
and
every
day
losing
more
of
her
touch
with
the
world
of
realities
,
treated
Will
as
gently
as
a
brother
and
took
him
as
much
for
granted
as
she
did
Pork
.
