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As
long
as
she
had
Archie
beside
her
,
Scarlett
had
not
given
Shantytown
a
thought
,
because
not
even
the
most
impudent
negro
woman
dared
laugh
in
her
presence
.
But
since
she
had
been
forced
to
drive
alone
,
there
had
been
any
number
of
annoying
,
maddening
incidents
.
The
negro
sluts
seemed
to
try
themselves
whenever
she
drove
by
.
There
was
nothing
she
could
do
except
ignore
them
and
boil
with
rage
.
She
could
not
even
take
comfort
in
airing
her
troubles
to
her
neighbors
or
family
because
the
neighbors
would
say
triumphantly
:
"
Well
,
what
else
did
you
expect
?
"
And
her
family
would
take
on
dreadfully
again
and
try
to
stop
her
.
And
she
had
no
intention
of
stopping
her
trips
.
Thank
Heaven
,
there
were
no
ragged
women
along
the
roadside
today
!
As
she
passed
the
trail
leading
down
to
the
settlement
she
looked
with
distaste
at
the
group
of
shacks
squatting
in
the
hollow
in
the
dreary
slant
of
the
afternoon
sun
.
There
was
a
chill
wind
blowing
,
and
as
she
passed
there
came
to
her
nose
the
mingled
smells
of
wood
smoke
,
frying
pork
and
untended
privies
.
Averting
her
nose
,
she
flapped
the
reins
smartly
across
the
horse
's
back
and
hurried
him
past
and
around
the
bend
of
the
road
.
Just
as
she
was
beginning
to
draw
a
breath
of
relief
,
her
heart
rose
in
her
throat
with
sudden
fright
,
for
a
huge
negro
slipped
silently
from
behind
a
large
oak
tree
.
She
was
frightened
but
not
enough
to
lose
her
wits
and
,
in
an
instant
,
the
horse
was
pulled
up
and
she
had
Frank
's
pistol
in
her
hand
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
she
cried
with
all
the
sternness
she
could
muster
.
The
big
negro
ducked
back
behind
the
oak
,
and
the
voice
that
answered
was
frightened
.
"
Lawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
doan
shoot
Big
Sam
!
"
Big
Sam
!
For
a
moment
she
could
not
take
in
his
words
.
Big
Sam
,
the
foreman
of
Tara
whom
she
had
seen
last
in
the
days
of
the
siege
.
What
on
earth
...
"
Come
out
of
there
and
let
me
see
if
you
are
really
Sam
!
"
Reluctantly
he
slid
out
of
his
hiding
place
,
a
giant
ragged
figure
,
bare-footed
,
clad
in
denim
breeches
and
a
blue
Union
uniform
jacket
that
was
far
too
short
and
tight
for
his
big
frame
.
When
she
saw
it
was
really
Big
Sam
,
she
shoved
the
pistol
down
into
the
upholstery
and
smiled
with
pleasure
.
"
Oh
,
Sam
!
How
nice
to
see
you
!
"
Sam
galloped
over
to
the
buggy
,
his
eyes
rolling
with
joy
and
his
white
teeth
flashing
,
and
clutched
her
outstretched
hand
with
two
black
hands
as
big
as
hams
.
His
watermelon-pink
tongue
lapped
out
,
his
whole
body
wiggled
and
his
joyful
contortions
were
as
ludicrous
as
the
gambolings
of
a
mastiff
.
