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The
news
reached
Atlanta
almost
simultaneously
with
the
news
of
the
victory
at
Chancellorsville
,
and
the
town
fairly
rocked
with
exultation
and
with
laughter
.
Chancellorsville
might
be
a
more
important
victory
but
the
capture
of
Streight
's
raiders
made
the
Yankees
positively
ridiculous
.
"
No
,
sir
,
they
'd
better
not
fool
with
old
Forrest
,
"
Atlanta
said
gleefully
as
the
story
was
told
over
and
over
.
The
tide
of
the
Confederacy
's
fortune
was
running
strong
and
full
now
,
sweeping
the
people
jubilantly
along
on
its
flood
.
True
,
the
Yankees
under
Grant
had
been
besieging
Vicksburg
since
the
middle
of
May
.
True
,
the
South
had
suffered
a
sickening
loss
when
Stonewall
Jackson
had
been
fatally
wounded
at
Chancellorsville
.
True
,
Georgia
had
lost
one
of
her
bravest
and
most
brilliant
sons
when
General
T.
R.
R.
Cobb
had
been
killed
at
Fredericksburg
.
But
the
Yankees
just
could
n't
stand
any
more
defeats
like
Fredericksburg
and
Chancellorsville
.
They
'd
have
to
give
in
,
and
then
this
cruel
war
would
be
over
.
The
first
days
of
July
came
and
with
them
the
rumor
,
later
confirmed
by
dispatches
,
that
Lee
was
marching
into
Pennsylvania
.
Lee
in
the
enemy
's
territory
!
Lee
forcing
battle
!
This
was
the
last
fight
of
the
war
!
Atlanta
was
wild
with
excitement
,
pleasure
and
a
hot
thirst
for
vengeance
.
Now
the
Yankees
would
know
what
it
meant
to
have
the
war
carried
into
their
own
country
.
Now
they
'd
know
what
it
meant
to
have
fertile
fields
stripped
,
horses
and
cattle
stolen
,
houses
burned
,
old
men
and
boys
dragged
off
to
prison
and
women
and
children
turned
out
to
starve
.
Everyone
knew
what
the
Yankees
had
done
in
Missouri
,
Kentucky
,
Tennessee
and
Virginia
.
Even
small
children
could
recite
with
hate
and
fear
the
horrors
the
Yankees
had
inflicted
upon
the
conquered
territory
.
Already
Atlanta
was
full
of
refugees
from
east
Tennessee
,
and
the
town
had
heard
firsthand
stories
from
them
of
what
suffering
they
had
gone
through
.
In
that
section
,
the
Confederate
sympathizers
were
in
the
minority
and
the
hand
of
war
fell
heavily
upon
them
,
as
it
did
on
all
the
border
states
,
neighbor
informing
against
neighbor
and
brother
killing
brother
.
These
refugees
cried
out
to
see
Pennsylvania
one
solid
sheet
of
flame
,
and
even
the
gentlest
of
old
ladies
wore
expressions
of
grim
pleasure
.
But
when
the
news
trickled
back
that
Lee
had
issued
orders
that
no
private
property
in
Pennsylvania
should
be
touched
,
that
looting
would
be
punished
by
death
and
that
the
army
would
pay
for
every
article
it
requisitioned
--
then
it
needed
all
the
reverence
the
General
had
earned
to
save
his
popularity
.
Not
turn
the
men
loose
in
the
rich
storehouses
of
that
prosperous
state
?
What
was
General
Lee
thinking
of
?
And
our
boys
so
hungry
and
needing
shoes
and
clothes
and
horses
!
A
hasty
note
from
Darcy
Meade
to
the
doctor
,
the
only
first-hand
information
Atlanta
received
during
those
first
days
of
July
,
was
passed
from
hand
to
hand
,
with
mounting
indignation
.
"
Pa
,
could
you
manage
to
get
me
a
pair
of
boots
?
I
've
been
barefooted
for
two
weeks
now
and
I
do
n't
see
any
prospects
of
getting
another
pair
.
If
I
did
n't
have
such
big
feet
I
could
get
them
off
dead
Yankees
like
the
other
boys
,
but
I
've
never
yet
found
a
Yankee
whose
feet
were
near
as
big
as
mine
.
If
you
can
get
me
some
,
do
n't
mail
them
.
Somebody
would
steal
them
on
the
way
and
I
would
n't
blame
them
.
Put
Phil
on
the
train
and
send
him
up
with
them
.
I
'll
write
you
soon
,
where
we
'll
be
.
Right
now
I
do
n't
know
,
except
that
we
're
marching
north
.
We
're
in
Maryland
now
and
everybody
says
we
're
going
on
into
Pennsylvania
...
.
