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"
Peter
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
breaking
as
she
put
her
hand
on
his
thin
arm
.
"
I
'm
ashamed
of
you
for
crying
.
What
do
you
care
?
They
are
n't
anything
but
damned
Yankees
!
"
"
Dey
talked
in
front
of
me
lak
Ah
wuz
a
mule
an
'
couldn
'
unnerstan
'
dem
--
lak
Ah
wuz
a
Affikun
an
'
din
'
know
whut
dey
wuz
talkin
'
'
bout
,
"
said
Peter
,
giving
a
tremendous
sniff
.
"
An
'
dey
call
me
a
nigger
an
'
Ah
'
ain
'
never
been
call
a
nigger
by
no
w
'
ite
folks
,
an
'
dey
call
me
a
ole
pet
an
'
say
dat
niggers
ain
'
ter
be
trus
'
ed
!
Me
not
ter
be
trus
'
ed
!
Why
,
w
'
en
de
ole
Cunnel
wuz
dyin
'
he
say
ter
me
,
'
You
,
Peter
!
You
look
affer
mah
chillun
.
Tek
keer
of
yo
'
young
Miss
Pittypat
,
'
he
say
,
"
cause
she
ain
'
got
no
mo
'
sense
dan
a
hoppergrass
.
'
An
'
Ah
done
tek
keer
of
her
good
all
dese
y'
ars
--
"
"
Nobody
but
the
Angel
Gabriel
could
have
done
better
,
"
said
Scarlett
soothingly
.
"
We
just
could
n't
have
lived
without
you
.
"
"
Yas
'm
,
thankee
kinely
,
Ma
'm
.
Ah
knows
it
an
'
you
knows
it
,
but
dem
Yankee
folks
doan
know
it
an
'
dey
doan
want
ter
know
it
.
Huccome
dey
come
mixin
'
in
our
bizness
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
Dey
doan
unnerstan
'
us
Confedruts
.
"
Scarlett
said
nothing
for
she
was
still
burning
with
the
wrath
she
had
not
exploded
in
the
Yankee
women
's
faces
.
The
two
drove
home
in
silence
.
Peter
's
sniffles
stopped
and
his
underlip
began
to
protrude
gradually
until
it
stuck
out
alarmingly
.
His
indignation
was
mounting
,
now
that
the
initial
hurt
was
subsiding
.
Scarlett
thought
:
What
damnably
queer
people
Yankees
are
!
Those
women
seemed
to
think
that
because
Uncle
Peter
was
black
,
he
had
no
ears
to
hear
with
and
no
feelings
,
as
tender
as
their
own
,
to
be
hurt
.
They
did
not
know
that
negroes
had
to
be
handled
gently
,
as
though
they
were
children
,
directed
,
praised
,
petted
,
scolded
.
They
did
n't
understand
negroes
or
the
relations
between
the
negroes
and
their
former
masters
.
Yet
they
had
fought
a
war
to
free
them
.
And
having
freed
them
,
they
did
n't
want
to
have
anything
to
do
with
them
,
except
to
use
them
to
terrorize
Southerners
.
They
did
n't
like
them
,
did
n't
trust
them
,
did
n't
understand
them
,
and
yet
their
constant
cry
was
that
Southerners
did
n't
know
how
to
get
along
with
them
.
Not
trust
a
darky
!
Scarlett
trusted
them
far
more
than
most
white
people
,
certainly
more
than
she
trusted
any
Yankee
.
There
were
qualities
of
loyalty
and
tirelessness
and
love
in
them
that
no
strain
could
break
,
no
money
could
buy
.
She
thought
of
the
faithful
few
who
remained
at
Tara
in
the
face
of
the
Yankee
invasion
when
they
could
have
fled
or
joined
the
troops
for
lives
of
leisure
.
But
they
had
stayed
.
She
thought
of
Dilcey
toiling
in
the
cotton
fields
beside
her
,
of
Pork
risking
his
life
in
neighboring
hen
houses
that
the
family
might
eat
,
of
Mammy
coming
to
Atlanta
with
her
to
keep
her
from
doing
wrong
.
She
thought
of
the
servants
of
her
neighbors
who
had
stood
loyally
beside
their
white
owners
,
protecting
their
mistresses
while
the
men
were
at
the
front
,
refugeeing
with
them
through
the
terrors
of
the
war
,
nursing
the
wounded
,
burying
the
dead
,
comforting
the
bereaved
,
working
,
begging
,
stealing
to
keep
food
on
the
tables
.
And
even
now
,
with
the
Freedmen
's
Bureau
promising
all
manner
of
wonders
,
they
still
stuck
with
their
white
folks
and
worked
much
harder
than
they
ever
worked
in
slave
times
.
But
the
Yankees
did
n't
understand
these
things
and
would
never
understand
them
.
"
Yet
they
set
you
free
,
"
she
said
aloud
.
"
No
,
Ma
'm
!
Dey
din
'
sot
me
free
.
Ah
wouldn
'
let
no
sech
trash
sot
me
free
,
"
said
Peter
indignantly
.
"
Ah
still
b
'
longs
ter
Miss
Pitty
an
'
w
'
en
Ah
dies
she
gwine
lay
me
in
de
Hamilton
buhyin
'
groun
'
whar
Ah
b
'
longs
...
Mah
Miss
gwine
ter
be
in
a
state
w
'
en
Ah
tells
her
'
bout
how
you
let
dem
Yankee
women
'
sult
me
.
"
