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, hopingto 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 com, 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 intrusted 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 hadbeen 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's snares and fishlines had yielded nothing.One of the shoats would have to be killed the next day if they were to eat at all.Strained and hungry faces, black and white, were staring at her, mutely asking her to provide food.She would have to risk losing the horse and send Pork out to buy something.And to make matters worse, Wade was ill with a sore throat and a raging fever and there was neither doctor nor medicine for him.
Hungry, weary with watching her child, Scarlett left him to Melanie's care for a while and lay down on her bed to nap. Her feet icy, she twisted and turned, unable to sleep, weighed down with fear and despair.Again and again, she thought:“What shall I do?Where shall I turn?Isn't there anybody in the world who can help me?”Where had all the security of the world gone?Why wasn't there someone, some strong wise person to take the burdens from her?She wasn't made to carry them.She did not know how to carry them.And then she fell into an uneasy doze.
