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"
Mah
Lawd
,
it
sho
is
good
ter
see
some
of
de
fambly
agin
!
"
he
cried
,
scrunching
her
hand
until
she
felt
that
the
bones
would
crack
.
"
Hucoome
you
got
so
mean
lak
,
totin
'
a
gun
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
"
"
So
many
mean
folks
these
days
,
Sam
,
that
I
have
to
tote
it
.
What
on
earth
are
you
doing
in
a
nasty
place
like
Shantytown
,
you
,
a
respectable
darky
?
And
why
have
n't
you
been
into
town
to
see
me
?
"
"
Law
'm
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
ah
doan
lib
in
Shantytown
.
Ah
jes
'
bidin
'
hyah
fer
a
spell
.
Ah
wouldn
'
lib
in
dat
place
for
nuthin
'
.
Ah
nebber
in
mah
life
seed
sech
trashy
niggers
.
An
'
Ah
din
'
know
you
wuz
in
'
Lanta
.
Ah
thought
you
wuz
at
Tara
.
Ah
wuz
aimin
'
ter
come
home
ter
Tara
soon
as
Ah
got
de
chance
.
"
"
Have
you
been
living
in
Atlanta
ever
since
the
siege
?
"
"
No
,
Ma
'm
!
Ah
been
trabelin
'
!
"
He
released
her
hand
and
she
painfully
flexed
it
to
see
if
the
bones
were
intact
.
"
'
Member
w
'
en
you
seed
me
las
'
?
"
Scarlett
remembered
the
hot
day
before
the
siege
began
when
she
and
Rhett
had
sat
in
the
carriage
and
the
gang
of
negroes
with
Big
Sam
at
their
head
had
marched
down
the
dusty
street
toward
the
entrenchments
singing
"
Go
Down
,
Moses
.
"
She
nodded
.
"
Wel
,
Ah
wuked
lak
a
dawg
diggin
'
bresswuks
an
'
fillin
'
San
'
bags
,
tell
de
Confedruts
lef
'
'
Lanta
.
De
cap'n
gempmum
whut
had
me
in
charge
,
he
wuz
kilt
an
'
dar
war
n't
nobody
ter
tell
Big
Sam
whut
ter
do
,
so
Ah
jes
'
lay
low
in
de
bushes
.
Ah
thought
Ah
'd
try
ter
git
home
ter
Tara
,
but
den
Ah
hear
dat
all
de
country
roun
'
Tara
done
buhnt
up
.
'
Sides
,
Ah
din
'
hab
no
way
ter
git
back
an
'
Ah
wuz
sceered
de
patterollers
pick
me
up
,
kase
Ah
din
'
hab
no
pass
.
Den
de
Yankees
come
in
an
'
a
Yankee
gempmum
,
he
wuz
a
cunnel
,
he
tek
a
shine
ter
me
an
'
he
keep
me
te
ten
'
ter
his
hawse
an
'
his
boots
.
"
Yas
,
Ma
'm
!
Ah
sho
did
feel
bigitty
,
bein
'
a
body
serbant
lak
Poke
,
w
'
en
Ah
ain
'
nuthin
'
but
a
fe'el
han
'
.
Ah
ain
'
tell
de
Cunnel
Ah
wuz
a
fe'el
han
'
an
'
he
--
Well
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
Yankees
is
iggerunt
folks
!
He
din
'
know
de
diffunce
!
So
Ah
stayed
wid
him
an
'
Ah
went
ter
Sabannah
wid
him
w
'
en
Gin
'
ul
Sherman
went
dar
,
an
'
fo
'
Gawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
nebber
seed
sech
awful
goin
'
-
ons
as
Ah
seed
on
de
way
ter
Sabannah
!
A-stealin
'
an
'
a-buhnin
'
--
did
dey
buhn
Tara
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
"
