Unsolicited Writings

Whut chickens dey din eat right hyah dey cahiedoff cross dey saddles. Tears started
from Mammys eyes as she leaned down to pick up thebuckets. Tell her shes got to fix
the cow up somehow. Wellm, Prissy ain fixin ter be no cow midwife, Miss
Scarlett,Pork said tactfully.
So the corn whisky had been used by the whole family! Thewhisky taken on a stomach
long empty was playing tricks on her. Yasm, dat hawse daid, lyin dar whar Ah tie him
wid his nose inde water bucket he tuhned over. Her faded calicodress was open to the
waist and her large bronze breast exposed.
She tilted the dipper, drew a deep breath and drank swiftly. Thoughts of Melanies
prolonged suffering spurred Scarlett toaction. Nuthin wrong wid this chile cept he
hongry, and whut it take tofeed a hongry chile I got.
Scarlett lookedhastily to see if there was a light anywhere.
Wellm, Prissy ain fixin ter be no cow midwife, Miss Scarlett,Pork said tactfully.
Bring whats left of the candle, she ordered. Dey ain beentoo much ter eat roun hyah,
wid de commissary stealin evey thingus growed.
Putting out his hand, helaid it on her shoulder. Mammy straightened up and, raising
her apron, dried her streamingeyes.
But, Miss Scarlett, Ah ain got no light ter dig by. Hurry, Pork, anddig it up and
bring us two glasses and some mint and sugar and Illmix a julep. Dilcey stirred and
laid the sleeping baby across her knees. Scarlett sat beside the two girls, staring
at them stupidly.
He was silent for a long time and then fumbled at her hand.
The house was dead and to Scarlett, it was as ifall the Wilkeses, too, were dead in
its ashes.
An OHara a poor relation, living on charity bread andsufferance! Miss Scarlett, you
sho is de beatenes chile! The Yankees were moving on Jonesboro, to cut the railroad.
Oh, Miss Scarlett, now dat Miss Ellens inde grabe, whut is we gwine ter do?
That night there were athousand campfires.
She said she was bellowing because she neededmilking.
She drank slowly but this time the liquid did notburn, only a dull warmth followed.
That must come later, when she could stand it.
No, she could not, would not, turn to Geralds or Ellens families.
But today Imno lady, Pa, and there is work to do tonight.
Pork, you mustcarry her upstairs very carefully and put her in the back companyroom.
Tell Mammy to look after the cow and put that poor horsein the stable. Nuthin wrong
wid this chile cept he hongry, and whut it take tofeed a hongry chile I got.
The Confederacy can whistle forits taxes. No wine, she said dully, remembering the
endless rows of bottlesin the cellar.
An Miss Ellen wuzn well a-tall herseff, MissScarlett.
Miss Melanie is in the wagon and her baby too.