“But he did stand up to the Yankees, you ignorant child. And if he'd kept on standing there, Sherman would have flanked him and crushed him between the two wings of his army.And he'd have lost the railroad and the railroad is what Johnston is fighting for.”
“Oh, well,”said Scarlett, on whom military strategy was utterly lost.“It's his fault anyway. He ought to have done something about it and I think he ought to be removed.Why doesn't he stand and fight instead of retreating?”
“You are like everyone else, screaming‘Off with his head'because he can't do the impossible. He was Jesus the Savior at Dalton, and now he's Judas the Betrayer at Kennesaw Mountain, all in six weeks.Yet, just let him drive the Yankees back twenty miles and he'll be Jesus again.My child, Sherman has twice as many men as Johnston, and he can afford to lose two men for everyone of our gallant laddies.And Johnston can't afford to lose a single man.He needs reinforcements badly and what is he getting?‘Joe Brown's Pets.’What a help they'll be!”
“Is the militia really going to be called out?The Home Guard, too?I hadn't heard. How do you know?”
“There's a rumor floating about to that effect. The rumor arrived on the train from Milledgeville this morning.Both the militia and the Home Guards are going to be sent in to reinforce General Johnston.Yes, Governor Brown's darlings are likely to smell powder at last, and I imagine most of them will be much surprised.Certainly they never expected to see action.The Governor as good as promised them they wouldn't.Well, that's a good joke on them.They thought they had bombproofs because the Governor stood up to even Jeff Davis and refused to send them to Virginia.Said they were needed for the defense of their state.Who'd have ever thought the war would come to their own back yard and they'd really have to defend their state?”
“Oh, how can you laugh, you cruel thing!Think of the old gentlemen and the little boys in the Home Guard!Why, little Phil Meade will have to go and Grandpa Merriwether and Uncle Henry Hamilton.”
“I'm not talking about the little boys and the Mexican War veterans. I'm talking about brave young men like Willie Guinan who like to wear pretty uniforms and wave swords—”
“And yourself!”
“My dear, that didn't hurt a bit!I wear no uniform and wave no sword and the fortunes of the Confederacy mean nothing at all to me. Moreover, I wouldn't be caught dead in the Home Guard or in any army, for that matter.I had enough of things military at West Point to do me the rest of my life…….Well, I wish Old Joe luck.General Lee can't send him any help because the Yankees are keeping him busy in Virginia.So the Georgia state troops are the only reinforcements Johnston can get.He deserves better, for he's a great strategist.He always manages to get places before the Yankees do.But he'll have to keep falling back if he wants to protect the railroad;and mark my words, when they push him out of the mountains and onto the flatter land around here, he's going to be butchered.”
“Around here?”cried Scarlett.“You know mighty well the Yankees will never get this far!”
“Kennesaw is only twenty-two miles away and I'll wager you—”
“Rhett, look, down the street!That crowd of men!They aren't soldiers. What on earth……?Why, they're darkies!”
There was a great cloud of red dust coming up the street and from the cloud came the sound of the tramping of many feet and a hundred or more negro voices, deep throated, careless, singing a hymn. Rhett pulled the carriage over to the curb, and Scarlett looked curiously at the.sweating black men, picks and shovels over their shoulders, shepherded along by an officer and a squad of men wearing the insignia of the engineering corps.
“What on earth……?”she began again.
Then her eyes lighted on a singing black buck in the front rank. He stood nearly six and a half feet tall, a giant of a man, ebony black, stepping along with the lithe grace of a powerful animal, his white teeth flashing as he led the gang in“Go Down, Moses.”Surely there wasn't a negro on earth as tall and loud voiced as this one except Big Sam, the foreman of Tara.But what was Big Sam doing here, so far away from home, especially now that there was no overseer on the plantation and he was Gerald's right-hand man?
As she half rose from her seat to look closer, the giant caught sight of her and his black face split in a grin of delighted recognition. He halted, dropped his shovel and started toward her, calling to the negroes nearest him:“Gawdlmighty!It's Miss Scarlett!You,'Lige!'Postle!Prophet!Dar's Miss Scarlett!”
There was confusion in the ranks. The crowd halted uncertainly, grinning, and Big Sam, followed by three other large negroes, ran across the road to the carriage, closely followed by the harried, shouting officer.
“Get back in line, you fellows!Get back, I tell you or I'll—Why, it's Mrs. Hamilton.Good morning, Ma'm, and you, too, sir.What are you up to inciting mutiny and insubordination?God knows, I've had trouble enough with these boys this morning.”
“Oh, Captain Randall, don't scold them!They are our people. This is Big Sam, our foreman, and Elijah and Apostle and Prophet from Tara.Of course, they had to speak to me.How are you, boys?”
She shook hands all around, her small white hand disappearing into their huge black paws and the four capered with delight at the meeting and with pride at displaying before their comrades what a pretty Young Miss they had.
“What are you boys doing so far from Tara?You've run away, I'll be bound. Don't you know the patterollers will get you sure?”
They bellowed pleasedly at the badinage.
“Runned away?”answered Big Sam.“No'm, us ain'runned away. Dey done sont an'tuck us, kase we wuz de fo'bigges'an’stronges’han’s at Tara.”His white teeth showed proudly.“Dey specially sont fer me, kase Ah could sing so good.Yas'm, Mist’Frank Kennedy, he come by an’tuck us.”
“But why, Big Sam?”