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"
Well
,
about
sundown
Ashley
and
me
were
sittin
'
on
the
front
step
,
lookin
'
down
the
road
and
mighty
worried
.
Miss
Melly
was
upstairs
cryin
'
on
her
bed
and
would
n't
tell
us
nothin
'
.
Terrectly
,
we
heard
a
poundin
'
down
the
road
and
somebody
yellin
'
like
they
was
fox
huntin
'
and
Ashley
said
:
'
That
's
queer
!
That
sounds
like
Mr.
O'Hara
when
he
used
to
ride
over
to
see
us
before
the
war
.
"
"
And
then
we
seen
him
way
down
at
the
end
of
the
pasture
.
He
must
have
jumped
the
fence
right
over
there
.
And
he
come
ridin
'
hell-for-leather
up
the
hill
,
singin
'
at
the
top
of
his
voice
like
he
did
n't
have
a
care
in
the
world
.
I
did
n't
know
your
pa
had
such
a
voice
.
He
was
singin
'
'
Peg
in
a
Low-backed
Car
'
and
beatin
'
the
horse
with
his
hat
and
the
horse
was
goin
'
like
mad
.
He
did
n't
draw
rein
when
he
come
near
the
top
and
we
seen
he
was
goin
'
to
jump
the
pasture
fence
and
we
hopped
up
,
scared
to
death
,
and
then
he
yelled
:
'
Look
,
Ellen
!
Watch
me
take
this
one
!
'
But
the
horse
stopped
right
on
his
haunches
at
the
fence
and
would
n't
take
the
jump
and
your
pa
went
right
over
his
head
.
He
did
n't
suffer
none
.
He
was
dead
time
we
got
to
him
.
I
guess
it
broke
his
neck
.
"
Will
waited
a
minute
for
her
to
speak
and
when
she
did
not
he
picked
up
the
reins
"
Giddap
,
Sherman
,
"
he
said
,
and
the
horse
started
on
toward
home
.
Scarlett
slept
little
that
night
.
When
the
dawn
had
come
and
the
sun
was
creeping
over
the
black
pines
on
the
hills
to
the
east
,
she
rose
from
her
tumbled
bed
and
,
seating
herself
on
a
stool
by
the
window
,
laid
her
tired
head
on
her
arm
and
looked
out
over
the
barn
yard
and
orchard
of
Tara
toward
the
cotton
fields
.
Everything
was
fresh
and
dewy
and
silent
and
green
and
the
sight
of
the
cotton
fields
brought
a
measure
of
balm
and
comfort
to
her
sore
heart
.
Tara
,
at
sunrise
,
looked
loved
,
well
tended
and
at
peace
,
for
all
that
its
master
lay
dead
.
The
squatty
log
chicken
house
was
clay
daubed
against
rats
,
weasels
and
clean
with
whitewash
,
and
so
was
the
log
stable
.
The
garden
with
its
rows
of
corn
,
bright-yellow
squash
,
butter
beans
and
turnips
was
well
weeded
and
neatly
fenced
with
split-oak
rails
.
The
orchard
was
cleared
of
underbrush
and
only
daisies
grew
beneath
the
long
rows
of
trees
.
The
sun
picked
out
with
faint
glistening
the
apples
and
the
furred
pink
peaches
half
hidden
in
the
green
leaves
.
Beyond
lay
the
curving
rows
of
cotton
,
still
and
green
under
the
gold
of
the
new
sky
.
The
ducks
and
chickens
were
waddling
and
strutting
off
toward
the
fields
,
for
under
the
bushes
in
the
soft
plowed
earth
were
found
the
choicest
worms
and
slugs
.
Scarlett
's
heart
swelled
with
affection
and
gratitude
to
Will
who
had
done
all
of
this
.
Even
her
loyalty
to
Ashley
could
not
make
her
believe
he
had
been
responsible
for
much
of
this
well-being
,
for
Tara
's
bloom
was
not
the
work
of
a
planter-aristocrat
,
but
of
the
plodding
,
tireless
"
small
farmer
"
who
loved
his
land
.
It
was
a
"
two-horse
"
farm
,
not
the
lordly
plantation
of
other
days
with
pastures
full
of
mules
and
fine
horses
and
cotton
and
corn
stretching
as
far
as
eye
could
see
.
But
what
there
was
of
it
was
good
and
the
acres
that
were
lying
fallow
could
be
reclaimed
when
times
grew
better
,
and
they
would
be
the
more
fertile
for
their
rest
.
Will
had
done
more
than
merely
farm
a
few
acres
.
He
had
kept
sternly
at
bay
those
two
enemies
of
Georgia
planters
,
the
seedling
pine
and
the
blackberry
brambles
.
They
had
not
stealthily
taken
garden
and
pasture
and
cotton
field
and
lawn
and
reared
themselves
insolently
by
the
porches
of
Tara
,
as
they
were
doing
on
numberless
plantations
throughout
the
state
.
Scarlett
's
heart
failed
a
beat
when
she
thought
how
close
Tara
had
come
to
going
back
to
wilderness
.
Between
herself
and
Will
,
they
had
done
a
good
job
.
They
had
held
off
the
Yankees
,
the
Carpetbaggers
and
the
encroachments
of
Nature
.
And
,
best
of
all
,
Will
had
told
her
that
after
the
cotton
came
in
in
the
fall
,
she
need
send
no
more
money
--
unless
some
other
Carpetbagger
coveted
Tara
and
skyrocketed
the
taxes
.
Scarlett
knew
Will
would
have
a
hard
pull
without
her
help
but
she
admired
and
respected
his
independence
.
As
long
as
he
was
in
the
position
of
hired
help
he
would
take
her
money
,
but
now
that
he
was
to
become
her
brother-inlaw
and
the
man
of
the
house
,
he
intended
to
stand
on
his
own
efforts
.
Yes
,
Will
was
something
the
Lord
had
provided
.
Pork
had
dug
the
grave
the
night
before
,
close
by
Ellen
's
grave
,
and
he
stood
,
spade
in
hand
,
behind
the
moist
red
clay
he
was
soon
to
shovel
back
in
place
.
Scarlett
stood
behind
him
in
the
patchy
shade
of
a
gnarled
low-limbed
cedar
,
the
hot
sun
of
the
June
morning
dappling
her
,
and
tried
to
keep
her
eyes
away
from
the
red
trench
in
front
of
her
.
Jim
Tarleton
,
little
Hugh
Munroe
,
Alex
Fontaine
and
old
man
McRae
's
youngest
grandson
came
slowly
and
awkwardly
down
the
path
from
the
house
bearing
Gerald
's
coffin
on
two
lengths
of
split
oak
.
Behind
them
,
at
a
respectful
distance
,
followed
a
large
straggling
crowd
of
neighbors
and
friends
,
shabbily
dressed
,
silent
.
As
they
came
down
the
sunny
path
through
the
garden
,
Pork
bowed
his
head
upon
the
top
of
the
spade
handle
and
cried
;
and
Scarlett
saw
with
incurious
surprise
that
the
kinks
on
his
head
,
so
jettily
black
when
she
went
to
Atlanta
a
few
months
before
,
were
now
grizzled
.
