Scarlett shaded her eyes with her hand and looked about her.They had evidently spent the night under the trees in someone's front yard,for a sand and gravel driveway stretched out before her,winding away under an avenue of cedars.
“Why,it's the Mallory place!”she thought,her heart leaping with gladness at the thought of friends and help.
But a stillness as of death hung over the plantation.The shrubs and grass of the lawn were cut to pieces where hooves and wheels and feet had torn frantically back and forth until the soil was churned up.She looked toward the house and instead of the old white clapboard place she knew so well,she saw there only a long rectangle of blackened granite foundation stones and two tall chimneys rearing smoke-stained bricks into the charred leaves of still trees.
She drew a deep shuddering breath.Would she find Tara like this,level with the ground,silent as the dead?
“I mustn't think about that now,”she told herself hurriedly.“I mustn't let myself think about it.I'll get scared again if I think about it.”But,in spite of herself,her heart quickened and each beat seemed to thunder:“Home!Hurry!Home!Hurry!”
They must be starting on toward home again.But first they must find some food and water,especially water.She prodded Prissy awake.Prissy rolled her eyes as she looked about her.
“Fo'Gawd,Miss Scarlett,Ah din'spec ter wake up agin 'cept in de Promise Lan'.”
“You're a long way from there,”said Scarlett,trying to smooth back her untidy hair.Her face was damp and her body was already wet with sweat.She felt dirty and messy and sticky,almost as if she smelled bad.Her clothes were crushed and wrinkled from sleeping in them and she had never felt more acutely tired and sore in all her life.Muscles she did not know she possessed ached from her unaccustomed exertions of the night before and every moment brought sharp pain.
She looked down at Melanie and saw that her dark eyes were opened.They were sick eyes,fever bright,and dark baggy circles were beneath them.She opened cracking lips and whispered appealingly:“Water.”
“Get up,Prissy,”ordered Scarlett.“We'll go to the well and get some water.”
“But,Miss Scarlett!Dey mout be hants up dar.Sposin'somebody daid up dar?”
“I'll make a hant out of you if you don't get out of this wagon,”said Scarlett,who was in no mood for argument,as she climbed lamely down to the ground.
And then she thought of the horse.Name of God!Suppose the horse had died in the night!He had seemed ready to die when she unharnessed him.She ran around the wagon and saw him lying on his side.If he were dead,she would curse God and die too.Somebody in the Bible had done just that thing.Cursed God and died.She knew just how that person felt.But the horse was alive—breathing heavily,sick eyes half closed,but alive.Well,some water would help him too.
Prissy climbed reluctantly from the wagon with many groans and timorously followed Scarlett up the avenue.Behind the ruins the row of white-washed slave quarters stood silent and deserted under the overhanging trees.Between the quarters and the smoked stone foundations,they found the well,and the roof of it still stood with the bucket far down the well.Between them,they wound up the rope,and when the bucket of cool sparkling water appeared out of the dark depths,Scarlett tilted it to her lips and drank with loud sucking noises,spilling the water all over herself.
She drank until Prissy's petulant:“Well,Ah's thusty,too,Miss Scarlett,”made her recall the needs of the others.
“Untie the knot and take the bucket to the wagon and give them some.And give the rest to the horse.Don't you think Miss Melanie ought to nurse the baby?He'll starve.”
“Law,Miss Scarlett,Miss Melly ain'got no milk—ain'gwine have none.”
“How do you know?”
“Ah's seed too many lak her.”
“Don't go putting on any airs with me.A precious little you knew about babies yesterday.Hurry now.I'm going to try to find something to eat.”
Scarlett's search was futile until in the orchard she found a few apples.Soldiers had been there before her and there was none on the trees.Those she found on the ground were mostly rotten.She filled her skirt with the best of them and came back across the soft earth collecting small pebbles in her slippers.Why hadn't she brought something to eat?She'd acted like a fool.But,of course,she'd thought Rhett would take care of them.
Rhett!She spat on the ground,for the very name tasted bad.How she hated him!How contemptible he had been!And she had stood there in the road and let him kiss her—and almost liked it.She had been crazy last night.How despicable he was!
When she came back,she divided up the apples and threw the rest into the back of the wagon.The horse was on his feet now but the water did not seem to have refreshed him much.He looked far worse in the daylight than he had the night before.His hip bones stood out like an old cow's,his ribs showed like a washboard and his back was a mass of sores.She shrank from touching him as she harnessed him.When she slipped the bit into his mouth,she saw that he was practically toothless.As old as the hills!While Rhett was stealing a horse,why couldn't he have stolen a good one?
She mounted the seat and brought down the hickory limb on his back.He wheezed and started,but he walked so slowly as she turned him into the road she knew she could walk faster herself with no effort whatever.Oh,if only she didn't have Melanie and Wade and the baby and Prissy to bother with!How swiftly she could walk home!Why,she would run home,run every step of the way that would bring her closer to Tara and to Mother.
