1 "Good for the sow," thought Scarlett.
2 Nuthin cept one ole sow an her litter.
3 Those fools would never catch the sow.
4 And you and Prissy go bring in the sow and her litter, she said briefly, turning on her heel.
5 It had taken them a week to capture the pigs, one by one, and now after two weeks the sow was still at liberty.
6 The old sow had finally been captured and she and her brood rooted and grunted happily under the house where they were penned.
7 That morning the house was still, for everyone except Scarlett, Wade and the three sick girls was in the swamp hunting the sow.
8 A pang went through her as she heard an agonized squealing which was suddenly stilled by a pistol shot and she knew that the sow was dead.
9 "I'll tear this house down, stone by stone, and burn it and sow every acre with salt before I see either of you put foot over this threshold," she shouted.
10 Scarlett knew that if she were just there in the swamp with them, she could tuck up her dress to her knees and take the rope and lasso the sow before you could say Jack Robinson.
11 The sound of the banging sabers and horses' hooves brought little relief and she stood, suddenly weak and nerveless, as they moved off down the avenue, every man laden with stolen goods, clothing, blankets, pictures, hens and ducks, the sow.