Унесенные ветром

Chapter 18

           Theluckyoneshadoldflintlockmusketsslungovertheirshouldersandpowder-hornsattheirbelts.

           Johnstonhadlostaroundtenthousandmeninhisretreat.Heneededtenthousandmorefreshtroops.Andthis,thoughtScarlettfrightened,iswhatheisgetting!

           Astheartilleryrumbledby,splashingmudintothewatchingcrowds,anegroonamule,ridingclosetoacannoncaughthereye.Hewasayoung,saddle-colorednegrowithaseriousface,andwhenScarlettsawhimshecried:"It’sMose!Ashley’sMose!Whateverishedoinghere?"Shefoughtherwaythroughthecrowdtothecurbandcalled:"Mose!Stop!"

           Theboyseeingher,drewrein,smileddelightedlyandstartedtodismount.Asoakingsergeant,ridingbehindhim,called:"Stayonthatmule,boy,orI’lllightafireunderyou!Wegottogittothemountainsometime."

           Uncertainly,MoselookedfromthesergeanttoScarlettandshe,splashingthroughthemud,closetothepassingwheels,caughtatMoses’stirrupstrap.

           "Oh,justaminute,Sergeant!Don’tgetdown,Mose.Whatonearthareyoudoinghere?"

           "Ah’soffterdewar,agin,MissScarlett.DistimewidOleMist’John‘steadobMist’Ashley."

           "Mr.Wilkes!"Scarlettwasstunned.Mr.Wilkeswasnearlyseventy."Whereishe?"

           "Backwiddelas’cannon,MissScarlett.Backdar!"

           "Sorry,lady.Moveon,boy!"

           Scarlettstoodforamoment,ankledeepinmudasthegunslurchedby.Oh,no!Shethought.Itcan’tbe.He’stooold.

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