“He ain't trash!Do you mean to compare him with real white trash like the Slatterys?Able just ain't rich. He's a small farmer, not a big planter, and if the boys thought enough of him to elect him lieutenant, then it's not for any darky to talk impudent about him.The Troop knows what it's doing.”
The troop of cavalry had been organized three months before, the very day that Georgia seceded from the Union, and since then the recruits had been whistling for war. The outfit was as yet unnamed, though not for want of suggestions.Everyone had his own idea on that subject and was loath to relinquish it, just as everyone had ideas about the color and cut of the uniforms.“Clayton Wild Cats,”“Fire Eaters,”“North Georgia Hussars,”“Zouaves,”“The Inland Rifles”(although the Troop was to be armed with pistols, sabers and bowie knives, and not with rifles),“The Clayton Grays,”“The Blood and Thunderers,”“The Rough and Readys,”all had their adherents.Until matters were settled, everyone referred to the organization as the Troop and, despite the highsounding name finally adopted, they were known to the end of their usefulness simply as“The Troop.”
The officers were elected by the members, for no one in the County had had any military experience except a few veterans of the Mexican and Seminole wars and, besides, the Troop would have scorned a veteran as a leader if they had not personally liked him and trusted him. Everyone liked thefour Tarleton boys and the three Fontaines, but regretfully refused to elect them, because the Tarletons got lickered up too quickly and liked to skylark, and the Fontaines had such quick, murderous tempers.Ashley Wilkes was elected captain, because he was the best rider in the County and because his cool head was counted on to keep some semblance of order.Raiford Calvert was made first lieutenant, because everybody liked Raif, and Able Wynder, son of a swamp trapper, himself a small farmer, was elected second lieutenant.
Able was a shrewd, grave giant, illiterate, kind of heart, older than the other boys and with as good or better manners in the presence of ladies. There was little snobbery in the Troop.Too many of their fathers and grandfathers had come up to wealth from the small farmer class for that.Moreover, Able was the best shot in the Troop, a real sharpshooter who could pick out the eye of a squirrel at seventy-five yards, and, too, he knew all about living outdoors, building fires in the rain, tracking animals and finding water.The Troop bowed to real worth and moreover, because they liked him, they made him an officer.He bore the honor gravely and with no untoward conceit, as though it were only his due.But the planters'ladies and the planters'slaves could not overlook the fact that he was not born a gentleman, even if their men folks could.
In the beginning, the Troop had been recruited exclusively from the sons of planters, a gentleman's outfit, each man supplying his own horse, arms, equipment, uniform and body servant. But rich planters were few in the young county of Clayton, and, in order to muster a full-strength troop, it had been necessary to raise more recruits among the sons of small farmers, hunters in the backwoods, swamp trappers, Crackers and, in a very few cases, even poor whites, if they were above the average of their class.
These latter young men were as anxious to fight the Yankees, should war come, as were their richer neighbors;but the delicate question of money arose. Few small farmers owned horses.They carried on their farm operations with mules and they had no surplus of these, seldom more than four.The mules could not be spared to go off to war, even if they had been acceptable for the Troop, which they emphatically were not.As for the poor whites, they considered themselves well off if they owned one mule.The backwoods folks and the swamp dwellers owned neither horses nor mules.They lived entirely off the produce of their lands and the game in the swamp, conducting theirbusiness generally by the barter system and seldom seeing five dollars in cash a year, and horses and uniforms were out of their reach.But they were as fiercely proud in their poverty as the planters were in their wealth, and they would accept nothing that smacked of charity from their rich neighbors.So, to save the feelings of all and to bring the Troop up to full strength, Scarlett's father, John Wilkes, Buck Munroe, Jim Tarleton, Hugh Calvert, in fact every large planter in the County with the one exception of Angus Macintosh, had contributed money to completely outfit the Troop, horse and man.The upshot of the matter was that every planter agreed to pay for equipping his own sons and a certain number of the others, but the manner of handling the arrangements was such that the less wealthy members of the outfit could accept horses and uniforms without offense to their honor.
The Troop met twice a week in Jonesboro to drill and to pray for the war to begin. Arrangements had not yet been completed for obtaining the full quota of horses, but those who had horses performed what they imagined to be cavalry maneuvers in the field behind the courthouse, kicked up a great deal of dust, yelled themselves hoarse and waved the Revolutionary-war swords that had been taken down from parlor walls.Those who, as yet, had no horses sat on the curb in front of Bullard's store and watched their mounted comrades, chewed tobacco and told yarns.Or else engaged in shooting matches.There was no need to teach any of the men to shoot.Most Southerners were born with guns in their hands, and lives spent in hunting had made marksmen of them all.
