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The
night
before
had
been
wild
and
wet
with
rain
,
but
when
Scarlett
arrived
in
Atlanta
a
warm
sun
was
at
work
,
bravely
attempting
to
dry
the
streets
that
were
winding
rivers
of
red
mud
.
In
the
open
space
around
the
depot
,
the
soft
ground
had
been
cut
and
churned
by
the
constant
flow
of
traffic
in
and
out
until
it
resembled
an
enormous
hog
wallow
,
and
here
and
there
vehicles
were
mired
to
the
hubs
in
the
ruts
.
A
never-ceasing
line
of
army
wagons
and
ambulances
,
loading
and
unloading
supplies
and
wounded
from
the
trains
,
made
the
mud
and
confusion
worse
as
they
toiled
in
and
struggled
out
,
drivers
swearing
,
mules
plunging
and
mud
spattering
for
yards
.
Scarlett
stood
on
the
lower
step
of
the
train
,
a
pale
pretty
figure
in
her
black
mourning
dress
,
her
crepe
veil
fluttering
almost
to
her
heels
.
She
hesitated
,
unwilling
to
soil
her
slippers
and
hems
,
and
looked
about
in
the
shouting
tangle
of
wagons
,
buggies
and
carriages
for
Miss
Pittypat
.
There
was
no
sign
of
that
chubby
pink-cheeked
lady
,
but
as
Scarlett
searched
anxiously
a
spare
old
negro
,
with
grizzled
kinks
and
an
air
of
dignified
authority
,
came
toward
her
through
the
mud
,
his
hat
in
his
hand
.
"
Dis
Miss
Scarlett
,
ain
'
it
?
Dis
hyah
Peter
,
Miss
Pitty
's
coachman
.
Doan
step
down
in
dat
mud
,
"
he
ordered
severely
,
as
Scarlett
gathered
up
her
skirts
preparatory
to
descending
.
"
You
is
as
bad
as
Miss
Pitty
an
'
she
lak
a
chile
'
bout
gittin
'
her
feets
wet
.
Lem
me
cahy
you
.
"
He
picked
Scarlett
up
with
ease
despite
his
apparent
frailness
and
age
and
,
observing
Prissy
standing
on
the
platform
of
the
train
,
the
baby
in
her
arms
,
he
paused
:
"
Is
dat
air
chile
yo
'
nuss
?
Miss
Scarlett
,
she
too
young
ter
be
handlin
'
Mist
'
Charles
'
onlies
'
baby
!
But
we
ten
'
to
dat
later
.
You
gal
,
foller
me
,
an
'
doan
you
go
drappin
'
dat
baby
.
"
Scarlett
submitted
meekly
to
being
carried
toward
the
carriage
and
also
to
the
peremptory
manner
in
which
Uncle
Peter
criticized
her
and
Prissy
.
As
they
went
through
the
mud
with
Prissy
sloshing
,
pouting
,
after
them
,
she
recalled
what
Charles
had
said
about
Uncle
Peter
.
"
He
went
through
all
the
Mexican
campaigns
with
Father
,
nursed
him
when
he
was
wounded
--
in
fact
,
he
saved
his
life
.
Uncle
Peter
practically
raised
Melanie
and
me
,
for
we
were
very
young
when
Father
and
Mother
died
.
Aunt
Pitty
had
a
falling
out
with
her
brother
,
Uncle
Henry
,
about
that
time
,
so
she
came
to
live
with
us
and
take
care
of
us
.
She
is
the
most
helpless
soul
--
just
like
a
sweet
grown-up
child
,
and
Uncle
Peter
treats
her
that
way
.
To
save
her
life
,
she
could
n't
make
up
her
mind
about
anything
,
so
Peter
makes
it
up
for
her
.
He
was
the
one
who
decided
I
should
have
a
larger
allowance
when
I
was
fifteen
,
and
he
insisted
that
I
should
go
to
Harvard
for
my
senior
year
,
when
Uncle
Henry
wanted
me
to
take
my
degree
at
the
University
.
And
he
decided
when
Melly
was
old
enough
to
put
up
her
hair
and
go
to
parties
.
He
tells
Aunt
Pitty
when
it
's
too
cold
or
too
wet
for
her
to
go
calling
and
when
she
should
wear
a
shawl
...
.
He
's
the
smartest
old
darky
I
've
ever
seen
and
about
the
most
devoted
.
The
only
trouble
with
him
is
that
he
owns
the
three
of
us
,
body
and
soul
,
and
he
knows
it
.
"
Charles
'
words
were
confirmed
as
Peter
climbed
onto
the
box
and
took
the
whip
.
"
Miss
Pitty
in
a
state
bekase
she
din
'
come
ter
meet
you
.
She
's
feared
you
mout
not
unnerstan
'
but
Ah
tole
her
she
an
'
Miss
Melly
jes
'
git
splashed
wid
mud
an
'
ruin
dey
new
dresses
an
'
Ah
'd
'
splain
ter
you
.
Miss
Scarlett
,
you
better
tek
dat
chile
.
Dat
lil
pickaninny
gwine
let
it
drap
.
"
Scarlett
looked
at
Prissy
and
sighed
.
Prissy
was
not
the
most
adequate
of
nurses
.
Her
recent
graduation
from
a
skinny
pickaninny
with
brief
skirts
and
stiffly
wrapped
braids
into
the
dignity
of
a
calico
dress
and
starched
white
turban
was
an
intoxicating
affair
.
She
would
never
have
arrived
at
this
eminence
so
early
in
life
had
not
the
exigencies
of
war
and
the
demands
of
the
commissary
department
on
Tara
made
it
impossible
for
Ellen
to
spare
Mammy
or
Dilcey
or
even
Rosa
or
Teena
.
Prissy
had
never
been
more
than
a
mile
away
from
Twelve
Oaks
or
Tara
before
,
and
the
trip
on
the
train
plus
her
elevation
to
nurse
was
almost
more
than
the
brain
in
her
little
black
skull
could
bear
.
