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"
Free
issue
country
niggers
,
"
snorted
Mammy
.
"
Ain
'
never
seed
a
proper
cah
'
ige
in
dere
lives
.
An
'
impident
lookin
'
,
too
.
"
They
were
impudent
looking
,
Scarlett
agreed
,
for
they
stared
at
her
in
an
insolent
manner
,
but
she
forgot
them
in
the
renewed
shock
of
seeing
blue
uniforms
.
The
town
was
full
of
Yankee
soldiers
,
on
horses
,
afoot
,
in
army
wagons
,
loafing
on
the
street
,
reeling
out
of
barrooms
.
I
'll
never
get
used
to
them
,
she
thought
,
clenching
her
fists
.
Never
!
and
over
her
shoulder
:
"
Hurry
,
Mammy
,
let
's
get
out
of
this
crowd
.
"
"
Soon
's
Ah
kick
dis
black
trash
outer
mah
way
,
"
answered
Mammy
loudly
,
swinging
the
carpetbag
at
a
black
buck
who
loitered
tantalizingly
in
front
of
her
and
making
him
leap
aside
.
"
Ah
doan
lak
disyere
town
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
It
's
too
full
of
Yankees
an
'
cheap
free
issue
.
"
"
It
's
nicer
where
it
is
n't
so
crowded
.
When
we
get
across
Five
Points
,
it
wo
n't
be
so
bad
.
"
They
picked
their
way
across
the
slippery
stepping
stones
that
bridged
the
mud
of
Decatur
Street
and
continued
up
Peachtree
,
through
a
thinning
crowd
.
When
they
reached
Wesley
Chapel
where
Scarlett
had
paused
to
catch
her
breath
that
day
in
1864
when
she
had
run
for
Dr.
Meade
,
she
looked
at
it
and
laughed
aloud
,
shortly
and
grimly
.
Mammy
's
quick
old
eyes
sought
hers
with
suspicion
and
question
but
her
curiosity
went
unsatisfied
.
Scarlett
was
recalling
with
contempt
the
terror
which
had
ridden
her
that
day
.
She
had
been
crawling
with
fear
,
rotten
with
fear
,
terrified
by
the
Yankees
,
terrified
by
the
approaching
birth
of
Beau
.
Now
she
wondered
how
she
could
have
been
so
frightened
,
frightened
like
a
child
at
a
loud
noise
.
And
what
a
child
she
had
been
to
think
that
Yankees
and
fire
and
defeat
were
the
worst
things
that
could
happen
to
her
!
What
trivialities
they
were
beside
Ellen
's
death
and
Gerald
's
vagueness
,
beside
hunger
and
cold
and
back-breaking
work
and
the
living
nightmare
of
insecurity
.
How
easy
she
would
find
it
now
to
be
brave
before
an
invading
army
,
but
how
hard
to
face
the
danger
that
threatened
Tara
!
No
,
she
would
never
again
be
afraid
of
anything
except
poverty
.
Up
Peachtree
came
a
closed
carriage
and
Scarlett
went
to
the
curb
eagerly
to
see
if
she
knew
the
occupant
,
for
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
was
still
several
blocks
away
.
She
and
Mammy
leaned
forward
as
the
carriage
came
abreast
and
Scarlett
,
with
a
smile
arranged
,
almost
called
out
when
a
woman
's
head
appeared
for
a
moment
at
the
window
--
a
too
bright
red
head
beneath
a
fine
fur
hat
.
Scarlett
took
a
step
back
as
mutual
recognition
leaped
into
both
faces
.
It
was
Belle
Watling
and
Scarlett
had
a
glimpse
of
nostrils
distended
with
dislike
before
she
disappeared
again
.
Strange
that
Belle
's
should
be
the
first
familiar
face
she
saw
.
"
Who
dat
?
"
questioned
Mammy
suspiciously
.
"
She
knowed
you
but
she
din
'
bow
.
Ah
ain
'
never
seed
ha
'
r
dat
color
in
mah
life
.
Not
even
in
de
Tarleton
fambly
.
It
look
--
well
,
it
look
dyed
ter
me
!
"
"
It
is
,
"
said
Scarlett
shortly
,
walking
faster
.
"
Does
you
know
a
dyed-ha
'
rd
woman
?
Ah
ast
you
who
she
is
.
"
