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"
Have
n't
you
got
any
side
meat
in
these
peas
?
"
"
No
'm
.
"
"
No
boiling
bacon
in
the
peas
?
But
black-eyed
peas
are
no
good
without
bacon
.
There
's
no
strength
to
them
.
Why
is
n't
there
any
bacon
?
"
"
Mist
'
Johnnie
,
he
say
dar
ain
'
no
use
puttin
'
in
no
side
meat
.
"
"
You
'll
put
bacon
in
.
Where
do
you
keep
your
supplies
?
"
The
negro
woman
rolled
frightened
eyes
toward
the
small
closet
that
served
as
a
pantry
and
Scarlett
threw
the
door
open
.
There
was
an
open
barrel
of
cornmeal
on
the
floor
,
a
small
sack
of
flour
,
a
pound
of
coffee
,
a
little
sugar
,
a
gallon
jug
of
sorghum
and
two
hams
.
One
of
the
hams
sitting
on
the
shelf
had
been
recently
cooked
and
only
one
or
two
slices
had
been
cut
from
it
.
Scarlett
turned
in
a
fury
on
Johnnie
Gallegher
and
met
his
coldly
angry
gaze
.
"
Where
are
the
five
sacks
of
white
flour
I
sent
out
last
week
?
And
the
sugar
sack
and
the
coffee
?
And
I
had
five
hams
sent
and
ten
pounds
of
side
meat
and
God
knows
how
many
bushels
of
yams
and
Irish
potatoes
.
Well
,
where
are
they
?
You
ca
n't
have
used
them
all
in
a
week
if
you
fed
the
men
five
meals
a
day
.
You
've
sold
them
!
That
's
what
you
've
done
,
you
thief
!
Sold
my
good
supplies
and
put
the
money
in
your
pocket
and
fed
these
men
on
dried
peas
and
corn
pone
.
No
wonder
they
look
so
thin
.
Get
out
of
the
way
.
"
She
stormed
past
him
to
the
doorway
.
"
You
,
man
,
there
on
the
end
--
yes
,
you
!
Come
here
!
"
The
man
rose
and
walked
awkwardly
toward
her
,
his
shackles
clanking
,
and
she
saw
that
his
bare
ankles
were
red
and
raw
from
the
chafing
of
the
iron
.
