“Then ask where he is.Haven't you any gumption?If he isn't at the hotel,go to the barrooms on Decatur Street and ask for him.Go to Belle Watling's house.Hunt for him.You fool,don't you see that if you don't hurry and find him the Yankees will surely get us all?”
“Miss Scarlett,Maw would weah me out wid a cotton stalk,did Ah go in a bahroom or a ho'house.”
Scarlett pulled herself to her feet.
“Well,I'll wear you out if you don't.You can stand outside in the street and yell for him,can't you?Or ask somebody if he's inside.Get going.”
When Prissy still lingered,shuffling her feet and mouthing,Scarlett gave her another push which nearly sent her headlong down the front steps.
“You'll go or I'll sell you down the river.You'll never see your mother again or anybody you know and I'll sell you for a field hand too.Hurry!”
“Gawdlmighty,Miss Scarlett—”
But under the determined pressure of her mistress's hand she started down the steps.The front gate clicked and Scarlett cried:“Run,you goose!”
She heard the patter of Prissy's feet as she broke into a trot,and then the sound died away on the soft earth.
Chapter 23
After Prissy had gone,Scarlett went wearily into the downstairs hall and lit a lamp.The house felt steamingly hot,as though it held in its walls all the heat of the noontide.Some of her dullness was passing now and her stomach was clamoring for food.She remembered she had had nothing to eat since the night before except a spoonful of hominy,and picking up the lamp she went into the kitchen.The fire in the oven had died but the room was stiflingly hot.She found half a pone of hard corn bread in the skillet and gnawed hungrily on it while she looked about for other food.There was some hominy left in the pot and she ate it with a big cooking spoon,not waiting to put it on a plate.It needed salt badly but she was too hungry to hunt for it.After four spoonfuls of it,the heat of the room was too much and,taking the lamp in one hand and a fragment of pone in the other,she went out into the hall.
She knew she should go upstairs and sit beside Melanie.If anything went wrong,Melanie would be too weak to call.But the idea of returning to that room where she had spent so many nightmare hours was repulsive to her.Even if Melanie were dying,she couldn't go back up there.She never wanted to see that room again.She set the lamp on the candle stand by the window and returned to the front porch.It was so much cooler here,even though the night was drowned in soft warmth.She sat down on the steps in the circle of faint light thrown by the lamp and continued gnawing on the corn bread.
When she had finished it,a measure of strength came back to her and with the strength came again the pricking of fear.She could hear a humming of noise far down the street,but what it portended she did not know.She could distinguish nothing but a volume of sound that rose and fell.She strained forward trying to hear and soon she found her muscles aching from the tension.More than anything in the world she yearned to hear the sound of hooves and to see Rhett's careless,self-confident eyes laughing at her fears.Rhett would take them away,somewhere.She didn't know where.She didn't care.
As she sat straining her ears toward town,a faint glow appeared above the trees.It puzzled her.She watched it and saw it grow brighter.The dark sky became pink and then dull red and,suddenly above the trees,she saw a huge tongue of flame leap high to the heavens.She jumped to her feet,her heart beginning again its sickening thudding and bumping.
The Yankees had come!She knew they had come and they were burning the town.The flames seemed to be off to the east of the center of town.They shot higher and higher and widened rapidly into a broad expanse of red before her terrified eyes.A whole block must be burning.A faint hot breeze that had sprung up bore the smell of smoke to her.
She fled up the stairs to her own room and hung out the window for a better view.The sky was a hideous lurid color and great swirls of black smoke went twisting up to hang in billowy clouds above the flames.The smell of smoke was stronger now.Her mind rushed incoherently here and there,thinking how soon the flames would spread up Peachtree Street and burn this house,how soon the Yankees would be rushing in upon her,where she would run,what she would do.All the fiends of hell seemed screaming in her ears and her brain swirled with confusion and panic so overpowering she clung to the window sill for support.
“I must think,”she told herself over and over.“I must think.”
But thoughts eluded her,darting in and out of her mind like frightened hummingbirds.As she stood hanging to the sill,a deafening explosion burst on her ears,louder than any cannon she had ever heard.The sky was rent with gigantic flame.Then other explosions.The earth shook and the glass in the panes above her head shivered and came down around her.
The world became an inferno of noise and flame and trembling earth as one explosion followed another in earsplitting succession.Torrents of sparks shot to the sky and descended slowly,lazily,through blood-colored clouds of smoke.She thought she heard a feeble call from the next room but she paid it no heed.She had no time for Melanie now.No time for anything except a fear that licked through her veins as swiftly as the flames she saw.She was a child and mad with fright and she wanted to bury her head in her mother's lap and shut out this sight.If she were only home!Home with Mother.
Through the nerve-shivering sounds,she heard another sound,that of fear-sped feet coming up the stairs three at a time,heard a voice yelping like a lost hound.Prissy broke into the room and,flying to Scarlett,clutched her arm in a grip that seemed to pinch out pieces of flesh.
“The Yankees—”cried Scarlett.