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Scarlett recalled bitterly her conversation with Grandma Fontaine。 On that afternoon two months ago； which now seemed years in the past； she had told the old lady she had already known the worst which could possibly happen to her； and she had spoken from the bottom of her heart。 Now that remark sounded like schoolgirl hyperbole。 Before Sherman’s men came through Tara the second time； she had her small riches of food and money； she had neighbors more fortunate than she and she had the cotton which would tide her over until spring。 Now the cotton was gone； the food was gone； the money was of no use to her； for there was no food to buy with it； and the neighbors were in worse plight than she。 At least； she had the cow and the calf； a few shoats and the horse； and the neighbors had nothing but the little they had been able to hide in the woods and bury in the ground。
Fairhill； the Tarleton home； was burned to the foundations； and Mrs。 Tarleton and the four girls were existing in the overseer’s house。 The Munroe house near Lovejoy was leveled too。 The wooden wing of Mimosa had burned and only the thick resistant stucco of the main house and the frenzied work of the Fontaine women and their slaves with wet blankets and quilts had saved it The Calverts’ house had again been spared； due to the intercession of Hilton； the Yankee overseer； but there was not a head of livestock； not a fowl； not an ear of corn left on the place。
At Tara and throughout the County； the problem was food。 Most of the families had nothing at all but the remains of their yam crops and their peanuts and such game as they could catch in the woods。 What they had； each shared with less fortunate friends； as they had done in more prosperous days。 But the time soon came when there was nothing to share。
At Tara； they ate rabbit and possum and catfish； if Pork was lucky。 On other days a small amount of milk； hickory nuts； roasted acorns and yams。 They were always hungry。 To Scarlett it seemed that at every turn she met outstretched hands； pleading eyes。 The sight of them drove her almost to madness； for she was as hungry as they。
She ordered the calf killed； because he drank so much of the precious milk； and that night everyone ate so much fresh veal all of them were ill。 She knew that she should kill one of the shoats but she put it off from day to day； hoping to raise them to maturity。 They were so small。 There would be so little of them to eat if they were killed now and so much more if they could be saved a little longer。 Nightly she debated with Melanie the advisability of sending Pork abroad on the horse with some greenbacks to try to buy food。 But the fear that the horse might be captured and the money taken from Pork deterred them。 They did not know where the Yankees were。 They might be a thousand miles away or only across the river。 Once； Scarlett； in desperation； started to ride out herself to search for food； but the hysterical outbursts of the whole family fearful of the Yankees made her abandon the plan。
Pork foraged far； at times not coming home all night； and Scarlett did not ask him where he went。 Sometimes he returned with game； sometimes with a few ears of corn； a bag of dried peas。 Once he brought home a rooster which he said he found in the woods。 The family ate it with relish but a sense of guilt； knowing very well Pork had stolen it； as he had stolen the peas and corn。 One night soon after this； he tapped on Scarlett’s door long after the house was asleep and sheepishly exhibited a leg peppered with small shot。 As she bandaged it for him； he explained awkwardly that when attempting to get into a hen coop at Fayetteville； he had been discovered。 Scarlett did not ask whose hen coop but patted Pork’s shoulder gently； tears in her eyes。 Negroes were provoking sometimes and stupid and lazy； but there was loyalty in them that money couldn’t buy； a feeling of oneness with their white folks which made them risk their lives to keep food on the table。
In other days Pork’s pilferings would have been a serious matter； probably calling for a whipping。 In other days she would have been forced at least to reprimand him severely。 “Always remember； dear；” Ellen had said； “you are responsible for the moral as well as the physical welfare of the darkies God has entrusted to your care。 You must realize that they are like children and must be guarded from themselves like children； and you must always set them a good example。”
But now； Scarlett pushed that admonition into the back of her mind。 That she was encouraging theft； and perhaps theft from people worse off than she； was no longer a matter for conscience。 In fact the morals of the affair weighed lightly upon her。 Instead of punishment or reproof； she only regretted he had been shot。
“You must be more careful； Pork。 We don’t want to lose you。 What would we do without you？ You’ve been mighty good and faithful and when we get some money again； I’m going to buy you a big gold watch and engrave on it something out of the Bible。 ‘Well done； good and faithful servant。’ ”
Pork beamed under the praise and gingerly rubbed his bandaged leg。
“Dat soun’ mighty fine； Miss Scarlett。 W’en you speckin’ ter git dat money？”
“I don’t know； Pork； but I’m going to get it some time； somehow。” She bent on him an unseeing glance that was so passionately bitter he stirred uneasily； “Some day； when this war is over； I’m going to have lots of money； and when I do I’ll never be hungry or cold again。 None of us will ever be hungry or cold。 We’ll all wear fine clothes and have fried chicken every day and—”
Then she stopped。 The strictest rule at Tara； one which she herself had made and which she rigidly enforced； was that no one should ever talk of the fine meals they had eaten in the past or what they would eat now； if they had the opportunity。
Pork slipped from the room as she remained staring moodily into the distance。 In the old days； now dead and gone； life had been so complex； so full of intricate and complicated problems。 There had been the problem of trying to win Ashley’s love and trying to keep a dozen other beaux dangling and unhappy。 There had been small breaches of conduct to be concealed from her elders； jealous girls to be flouted or placated； styles of dresses and materials to be chosen； different coiffures to be tried and； oh； so many； many other matters to be decided！ Now life was so amazingly simple。 Now all that mattered was food enough to keep off starvation； clothing enough to prevent freezing and a roof overhead which did not leak too much。
It was during these days that Scarlett dreamed and dreamed again the nightmare which was to haunt her for years。 It was always the same dream； the details never varied； but the terror of it mounted each time it came to her and the fear of experiencing it again troubled even her waking hours。 She remembered so well the incidents of the day when she had first dreamed it。
Cold rain had fallen for days and the house was chill with drafts and dampness。 The logs in the fireplace were wet and smoky and gave little heat。 There had been nothing to eat except milk since breakfast； for the yams were exhausted and Pork�