On a cold January afternoon in 1868, Scarlett o Hara was writing to Aunt Pitty when Will Benteen came into the room. Miss sa do wrong I've she ired at him, wondering if something was ot ten dollars in gold, the last of that Yankees money That won't be enough for the taxes, he said Taxes? said Scarlett. 'We've already paid the taxes"Miss Scarlett, you don't go to Jonesboro often and I'm glad you don't, he said. "A lot of Yankees and Carpetbaggers are givin the orders now But what's that got to do with our taxes said Scarlett. They're puttin' the value on Tara sky high and you'll have to pay more tax, said Will If you can't, Tara will be sold, and I've heard that somebody is hopin' to get it cheap Will and Ashley looked after any business in Jonesboro, and had agreed not to tell Scarlett the more worrying details of what was happening. But Will could not hide this from her. "Those Yankees!" she cried. "Wasn't it enough for them to win the war? How much extra do they want us to pay? "Three hundred dollars, said Will. Then we've got to get three hundred dollars somehow, she said. They can't sell Tara!' s Will looked angry"They can and they'll enjoy doin' it. The country has gone to hell if you'll excuse my sayin' so, Miss Scarlett. Carpetbaggers and white trash can vote, and most Southern gentlemen can't. Anyone who was on the tax books