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Gentlemen always fight better than rabble.
A month why, one battle. At that point, young Mr. Tarleton is interrupted by Rhett Butler, a rather darker character in Mitchell's novel than the swashbuckling playboy created by Clark Gable on the screen. Butler points out that the Southerners do not possess what modern strategists would call the industrial and logistical infrastructure with which a modern war roust be fought the cannon factories, iron foundries, railroads, and woolen and cotton mills that the North has in abundance. Of course they hadn t thought of those things. What they had thought about were the glories of the coming conflict and the rights they were going to vindicate, and within a few years and a few more battles than Stuart Tarleton had anticipated, he and his twin brother were dead, along with most of the others who had listened to them, the Confederacy itself, and the society on which it rested.