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"
Ma
,
"
cried
small
Betsy
,
"
Randa
's
sitting
on
my
dress
and
I
'm
getting
all
wrinkled
.
"
"
Well
,
push
Randa
off
you
,
Betsy
,
and
hush
.
Now
,
listen
to
me
,
Gerald
O'Hara
,
"
she
retorted
,
her
eyes
beginning
to
snap
.
"
Do
n't
you
go
throwing
the
Confederacy
in
my
face
!
I
reckon
the
Confederacy
means
as
much
to
me
as
it
does
to
you
,
me
with
four
boys
in
the
Troop
and
you
with
none
.
But
my
boys
can
take
care
of
themselves
and
my
horses
ca
n't
.
I
'd
gladly
give
the
horses
free
of
charge
if
I
knew
they
were
going
to
be
ridden
by
boys
I
know
,
gentlemen
used
to
thoroughbreds
.
No
,
I
would
n't
hesitate
a
minute
.
But
let
my
beauties
be
at
the
mercy
of
back-woodsmen
and
Crackers
who
are
used
to
riding
mules
!
No
,
sir
!
I
'd
have
nightmares
thinking
they
were
being
ridden
with
saddle
galls
and
not
groomed
properly
.
Do
you
think
I
'd
let
ignorant
fools
ride
my
tender-mouthed
darlings
and
saw
their
mouths
to
pieces
and
beat
them
till
their
spirits
were
broken
?
Why
,
I
've
got
goose
flesh
this
minute
,
just
thinking
about
it
!
No
,
Mr.
O'Hara
,
you
're
mighty
nice
to
want
my
horses
,
but
you
'd
better
go
to
Atlanta
and
buy
some
old
plugs
for
your
clodhoppers
.
They
'll
never
know
the
difference
.
"
"
Ma
,
ca
n't
we
please
go
on
?
"
asked
Camilla
,
joining
the
impatient
chorus
.
"
You
know
mighty
well
you
're
going
to
end
up
giving
them
your
darlings
anyhow
.
When
Pa
and
the
boys
get
through
talking
about
the
Confederacy
needing
them
and
so
on
,
you
'll
cry
and
let
them
go
.
"
Mrs.
Tarleton
grinned
and
shook
the
lines
.
"
I
'll
do
no
such
thing
,
"
she
said
,
touching
the
horses
lightly
with
the
whip
.
The
carriage
went
off
swiftly
.
"
That
's
a
fine
woman
,
"
said
Gerald
,
putting
on
his
hat
and
taking
his
place
beside
his
own
carriage
.
"
Drive
on
,
Toby
.
We
'll
wear
her
down
and
get
the
horses
yet
.
Of
course
,
she
's
right
.
She
's
right
.
If
a
man
's
not
a
gentleman
,
he
's
no
business
on
a
horse
.
The
infantry
is
the
place
for
him
.
But
more
's
the
pity
,
there
's
not
enough
planters
'
sons
in
this
County
to
make
up
a
full
troop
.
What
did
you
say
,
Puss
?
"
"
Pa
,
please
ride
behind
us
or
in
front
of
us
.
You
kick
up
such
a
heap
of
dust
that
we
're
choking
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
who
felt
that
she
could
endure
conversation
no
longer
.
It
distracted
her
from
her
thoughts
and
she
was
very
anxious
to
arrange
both
her
thoughts
and
her
face
in
attractive
lines
before
reaching
Twelve
Oaks
.
Gerald
obediently
put
spurs
to
his
horse
and
was
off
in
a
red
cloud
after
the
Tarleton
carriage
where
he
could
continue
his
horsy
conversation
.
They
crossed
the
river
and
the
carriage
mounted
the
hill
.
Even
before
Twelve
Oaks
came
into
view
Scarlett
saw
a
haze
of
smoke
hanging
lazily
in
the
tops
of
the
tall
trees
and
smelled
the
mingled
savory
odors
of
burning
hickory
logs
and
roasting
pork
and
mutton
.
The
barbecue
pits
,
which
had
been
slowly
burning
since
last
night
,
would
now
be
long
troughs
of
rose-red
embers
,
with
the
meats
turning
on
spits
above
them
and
the
juices
trickling
down
and
hissing
into
the
coals
.
Scarlett
knew
that
the
fragrance
carried
on
the
faint
breeze
came
from
the
grove
of
great
oaks
in
the
rear
of
the
big
house
.
John
Wilkes
always
held
his
barbecues
there
,
on
the
gentle
slope
leading
down
to
the
rose
garden
,
a
pleasant
shady
place
and
a
far
pleasanter
place
,
for
instance
,
than
that
used
by
the
Calverts
.
Mrs.
Calvert
did
not
like
barbecue
food
and
declared
that
the
smells
remained
in
the
house
for
days
,
so
her
guests
always
sweltered
on
a
flat
unshaded
spot
a
quarter
of
a
mile
from
the
house
.
But
John
Wilkes
,
famed
throughout
the
state
for
his
hospitality
,
really
knew
how
to
give
a
barbecue
.
