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ime, she is still different, but this is the only time she is not scolded for the difference. Maybe it is because she is nursing a generally acknowledged lady—Melanie. Soon comes the first“the end of the world” in Scarlett’s life. That’s a sultry day, from the very morning has she known that Melanie’s pains are getting harder and she surely will have a hard time. At this emergent moment, the doctor can not come because he has to deal with hundreds of wounded soldiers. And at that very nasty day, the Yankees will take the city in no time. Nevertheless, the worst thing is, she has to face the reality, she will deliver the baby by herself! Till the night falls, Scarlett succeeds to have Melanie’s baby bathed the first time. Melanie too, succeeds to fall asleep. “Now that the excruciating ordeal of helping Melanie through childbirth is over, Scarleet’s self control collapses.” Fear overwhelms her, turns her into a hysterical child who wants “to bury her head in her mother’s lap....If only she was home! Home with mother” (Blanche, 7). Again with the help of Rhett and his hard–earned stolen horse, Scarlett is led through the burning city and the dangerous countryside until she can go on safely alone—at least in Rhett’s view she can. The rest distance is lightless, bumpy and endless to her, and there might be North and South Armies on her way home. Due to her bravery and stubbornness once again, after a day and night’s painful journey, Scarlett and others, safely arrives at Tara, her home. F. Scarlett’s Wisdom and Diligence in the Reconstruction Out of Scarlett’s expectation, the more terrible disaster occurs—Ellen O′Hara, her gentle, amiable mother, has died; her father has turned to a terribly old man with schizophrenia. Now he is like a child, no longer a strong man, the backbone of Tara. Both of her sisters are ill in bed; slaves have run away, with only three darkies still remaining. There remains not enough food, and all their cotton has been burnt to ashes. Meanwhile, their lot of Confederate cash becomes worthless. The most important is that she, Scarlettt Hamilton, will continue to carry her burdens. The long road from Atlanta to Tara has ended, “in a black wall, the road that was to end in Ellen’s arms” (Margaret, 409). Never again can Scarlett lie down, as a child, secure beneath her father’s roof with the protection of her mother’s love wrapped about her like an eiderdown quilt. “There was no security or heaven to which she could turn now” (Margaret, 410); there is no one on whose shoulders she can rest her burdens. Now Scarlett is seeing things with new eyes, for somewhere along the long road to Tara, she has left her girlhood behind her. She is a woman now and youth is gone. The O′Hara’s do not take charity. The O′Haras look after themselves. Her burdens are her own and they are for shoulders strong enough to bear them. She can not desert Tara, “She belonged to the red acres far more than they could ever belong to her. Her roots went deep into the blood–colored soil and sucked up life, as did the cotton” (Margaret, 411). The next morning Scarlett forces her to endure body’s stiffness and sore, goes out to search for some food. In the Negroes’ garden patches of Wilkes’ plantation, she is licked down by hunger and tiredness. When she arises at last and sees again the black ruins of the plantation, her head is raised high and something that is “youth and beauty and potential tenderness” has gone out of her face forever. The la