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The
twenty-mile
journey
from
Jonesboro
to
Atlanta
had
so
excited
her
that
Scarlett
had
been
forced
to
hold
the
baby
all
the
way
.
Now
,
the
sight
of
so
many
buildings
and
people
completed
Prissy
's
demoralization
.
She
twisted
from
side
to
side
,
pointed
,
bounced
about
and
so
jounced
the
baby
that
he
wailed
miserably
.
Scarlett
longed
for
the
fat
old
arms
of
Mammy
.
Mammy
had
only
to
lay
hands
on
a
child
and
it
hushed
crying
.
But
Mammy
was
at
Tara
and
there
was
nothing
Scarlett
could
do
.
It
was
useless
for
her
to
take
little
Wade
from
Prissy
.
He
yelled
just
as
loudly
when
she
held
him
as
when
Prissy
did
.
Besides
,
he
would
tug
at
the
ribbons
of
her
bonnet
and
,
no
doubt
,
rumple
her
dress
.
So
she
pretended
she
had
not
heard
Uncle
Peter
's
suggestion
.
"
Maybe
I
'll
learn
about
babies
sometime
,
"
she
thought
irritably
,
as
the
carriage
jolted
and
swayed
out
of
the
morass
surrounding
the
station
,
"
but
I
'm
never
going
to
like
fooling
with
them
.
"
And
as
Wade
's
face
went
purple
with
his
squalling
,
she
snapped
crossly
:
"
Give
him
that
sugar-tit
in
your
pocket
,
Priss
.
Anything
to
make
him
hush
.
I
know
he
's
hungry
,
but
I
ca
n't
do
anything
about
that
now
.
"
Prissy
produced
the
sugar-tit
,
given
her
that
morning
by
Mammy
,
and
the
baby
's
wails
subsided
.
With
quiet
restored
and
with
the
new
sights
that
met
her
eyes
,
Scarlest
's
spirits
began
to
rise
a
little
.
When
Uncle
Peter
finally
maneuvered
the
carriage
out
of
the
mudholes
and
onto
Peachtree
Street
,
she
felt
the
first
surge
of
interest
she
had
known
in
months
.
How
the
town
had
grown
!
It
was
not
much
more
than
a
year
since
she
had
last
been
here
,
and
it
did
not
seem
possible
that
the
little
Atlanta
she
knew
could
have
changed
so
much
.
For
the
past
year
,
she
had
been
so
engrossed
in
her
own
woes
,
so
bored
by
any
mention
of
war
,
she
did
not
know
that
from
the
minute
the
fighting
first
began
,
Atlanta
had
been
transformed
.
The
same
railroads
which
had
made
the
town
the
crossroads
of
commerce
in
time
of
peace
were
now
of
vital
strategic
importance
in
time
of
war
.
Far
from
the
battle
lines
,
the
town
and
its
railroads
provided
the
connecting
link
between
the
two
armies
of
the
Confederacy
,
the
army
in
Virginia
and
the
army
in
Tennessee
and
the
West
.
And
Atlanta
likewise
linked
both
of
the
armies
with
the
deeper
South
from
which
they
drew
their
supplies
.
Now
,
in
response
to
the
needs
of
war
,
Atlanta
had
become
a
manufacturing
center
,
a
hospital
base
and
one
of
the
South
's
chief
depots
for
the
collecting
of
food
and
supplies
for
the
armies
in
the
field
.
Scarlett
looked
about
her
for
the
little
town
she
remembered
so
well
.
It
was
gone
.
The
town
she
was
now
seeing
was
like
a
baby
grown
overnight
into
a
busy
,
sprawling
giant
.
Atlanta
was
humming
like
a
beehive
,
proudly
conscious
of
its
importance
to
the
Confederacy
,
and
work
was
going
forward
night
and
day
toward
turning
an
agricultural
section
into
an
industrial
one
.
Before
the
war
there
had
been
few
cotton
factories
,
woolen
mills
,
arsenals
and
machine
shops
south
of
Maryland
--
a
fact
of
which
all
Southerners
were
proud
.
The
South
produced
statesmen
and
soldiers
,
planters
and
doctors
,
lawyers
and
poets
,
but
certainly
not
engineers
or
mechanics
.
Let
the
Yankees
adopt
such
low
callings
.
But
now
the
Confederate
ports
were
stoppered
with
Yankee
gunboats
,
only
a
trickle
of
blockade-run
goods
was
slipping
in
from
Europe
,
and
the
South
was
desperately
trying
to
manufacture
her
own
war
materials
.
The
North
could
call
on
the
whole
world
for
supplies
and
for
soldiers
,
and
thousands
of
Irish
and
Germans
were
pouring
into
the
Union
Army
,
lured
by
the
bounty
money
offered
by
the
North
.
The
South
could
only
turn
in
upon
itself
.
In
Atlanta
,
there
were
machine
factories
tediously
turning
out
machinery
to
manufacture
war
materials
--
tediously
,
because
there
were
few
machines
in
the
South
from
which
they
could
model
and
nearly
every
wheel
and
cog
had
to
be
made
from
drawings
that
came
through
the
blockade
from
England
.
There
were
strange
faces
on
the
streets
of
Atlanta
now
,
and
citizens
who
a
year
ago
would
have
pricked
up
their
ears
at
the
sound
of
even
a
Western
accent
paid
no
heed
to
the
foreign
tongues
of
Europeans
who
had
run
the
blockade
to
build
machines
and
turn
out
Confederate
munitions
.
Skilled
men
these
,
without
whom
the
Confederacy
would
have
been
hard
put
to
make
pistols
,
rifles
,
cannon
and
powder
.
Almost
the
pulsing
of
the
town
's
heart
could
be
felt
as
the
work
went
forward
night
and
day
,
pumping
the
materials
of
war
up
the
railway
arteries
to
the
two
battle
fronts
.
Trains
roared
in
and
out
of
the
town
at
all
hours
.
Soot
from
the
newly
erected
factories
fell
in
showers
on
the
white
houses
.
By
night
,
the
furnaces
glowed
and
the
hammers
clanged
long
after
townsfolk
were
abed
.
Where
vacant
lots
had
been
a
year
before
,
there
were
now
factories
turning
out
harness
,
saddles
and
shoes
,
ordnance-supply
plants
making
rifles
and
cannon
,
rolling
mills
and
foundries
producing
iron
rails
and
freight
cars
to
replace
those
destroyed
by
the
Yankees
,
and
a
variety
of
industries
manufacturing
spurs
,
bridle
bits
,
buckles
,
tents
,
buttons
,
pistols
and
swords
.
Already
the
foundries
were
beginning
to
feel
the
lack
of
iron
,
for
little
or
none
came
through
the
blockade
,
and
the
mines
in
Alabama
were
standing
almost
idle
while
the
miners
were
at
the
front
.
There
were
no
iron
picket
fences
,
iron
summerhouses
,
iron
gates
or
even
iron
statuary
on
the
lawns
of
Atlanta
now
,
for
they
had
early
found
their
way
into
the
melting
pots
of
the
rolling
mills
.
Here
along
Peachtree
Street
and
near-by
streets
were
the
headquarters
of
the
various
army
departments
,
each
office
swarming
with
uniformed
men
,
the
commissary
,
the
signal
corps
,
the
mail
service
,
the
railway
transport
,
the
provost
marshal
.
