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"
Pa
,
I
thought
that
we
'd
give
the
Yanks
a
taste
of
their
own
medicine
but
the
General
says
No
,
and
personally
I
do
n't
care
to
get
shot
just
for
the
pleasure
of
burning
some
Yank
's
house
.
Pa
,
today
we
marched
through
the
grandest
cornfields
you
ever
saw
.
We
do
n't
have
corn
like
this
down
home
.
Well
,
I
must
admit
we
did
a
bit
of
private
looting
in
that
corn
,
for
we
were
all
pretty
hungry
and
what
the
General
do
n't
know
wo
n't
hurt
him
.
But
that
green
corn
did
n't
do
us
a
bit
of
good
.
All
the
boys
have
got
dysentery
anyway
,
and
that
corn
made
it
worse
.
It
's
easier
to
walk
with
a
leg
wound
than
with
dysentery
.
Pa
,
do
try
to
manage
some
boots
for
me
.
I
'm
a
captain
now
and
a
captain
ought
to
have
boots
,
even
if
he
has
n't
got
a
new
uniform
or
epaulets
.
"
But
the
army
was
in
Pennsylvania
--
that
was
all
that
mattered
.
One
more
victory
and
the
war
would
be
over
,
and
then
Darcy
Meade
could
have
all
the
boots
he
wanted
,
and
the
boys
would
come
marching
home
and
everybody
would
be
happy
again
.
Mrs.
Meade
's
eyes
grew
wet
as
she
pictured
her
soldier
son
home
at
last
,
home
to
stay
.
On
the
third
of
July
,
a
sudden
silence
fell
on
the
wires
from
the
north
,
a
silence
that
lasted
till
midday
of
the
fourth
when
fragmentary
and
garbled
reports
began
to
trickle
into
headquarters
in
Atlanta
.
There
had
been
hard
fighting
in
Pennsylvania
,
near
a
little
town
named
Gettysburg
,
a
great
battle
with
all
Lee
's
army
massed
.
The
news
was
uncertain
,
slow
in
coming
,
for
the
battle
had
been
fought
in
the
enemy
's
territory
and
the
reports
came
first
through
Maryland
,
were
relayed
to
Richmond
and
then
to
Atlanta
.
Suspense
grew
and
the
beginnings
of
dread
slowly
crawled
over
the
town
.
Nothing
was
so
bad
as
not
knowing
what
was
happening
.
Families
with
sons
at
the
front
prayed
fervently
that
their
boys
were
not
in
Pennsylvania
,
but
those
who
knew
their
relatives
were
in
the
same
regiment
with
Darcy
Meade
clamped
their
teeth
and
said
it
was
an
honor
for
them
to
be
in
the
big
fight
that
would
lick
the
Yankees
for
good
and
all
.
In
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
,
the
three
women
looked
into
one
another
's
eyes
with
fear
they
could
not
conceal
.
Ashley
was
in
Darcy
's
regiment
.
On
the
fifth
came
evil
tidings
,
not
from
the
North
but
from
the
West
.
Vicksburg
had
fallen
,
fallen
after
a
long
and
bitter
siege
,
and
practically
all
the
Mississippi
River
,
from
St.
Louis
to
New
Orleans
was
in
the
hands
of
the
Yankees
.
The
Confederacy
had
been
cut
in
two
.
At
any
other
time
,
the
news
of
this
disaster
would
have
brought
fear
and
lamentation
to
Atlanta
.
But
now
they
could
give
little
thought
to
Vicksburg
.
They
were
thinking
of
Lee
in
Pennsylvania
,
forcing
battle
.
Vicksburg
's
loss
would
be
no
catastrophe
if
Lee
won
in
the
East
.
There
lay
Philadelphia
,
New
York
,
Washington
.
Their
capture
would
paralyze
the
North
and
more
than
cancel
off
the
defeat
on
the
Mississippi
.
The
hours
dragged
by
and
the
black
shadow
of
calamity
brooded
over
the
town
,
obscuring
the
hot
sun
until
people
looked
up
startled
into
the
sky
as
if
incredulous
that
it
was
clear
and
blue
instead
of
murky
and
heavy
with
scudding
clouds
.
Everywhere
,
women
gathered
in
knots
,
huddled
in
groups
on
front
porches
,
on
sidewalks
,
even
in
the
middle
of
the
streets
,
telling
each
other
that
no
news
is
good
news
,
trying
to
comfort
each
other
,
trying
to
present
a
brave
appearance
.
But
hideous
rumors
that
Lee
was
killed
,
the
battle
lost
,
and
enormous
casualty
lists
coming
in
,
fled
up
and
down
the
quiet
streets
like
darting
bats
.
Though
they
tried
not
to
believe
,
whole
neighborhoods
,
swayed
by
panic
,
rushed
to
town
,
to
the
newspapers
,
to
headquarters
,
pleading
for
news
,
any
news
,
even
bad
news
.
Crowds
formed
at
the
depot
,
hoping
for
news
from
incoming
trains
,
at
the
telegraph
office
,
in
front
of
the
harried
headquarters
,
before
the
locked
doors
of
the
newspapers
.
They
were
oddly
still
crowds
,
crowds
that
quietly
grew
larger
and
larger
.
There
was
no
talking
.
Occasionally
an
old
man
's
treble
voice
begged
for
news
,
and
instead
of
inciting
the
crowd
to
babbling
it
only
intensified
the
hush
as
they
heard
the
oft-repeated
:
"
Nothing
on
the
wires
yet
from
the
North
except
that
there
's
been
fighting
.
"
The
fringe
of
women
on
foot
and
in
carriages
grew
greater
and
greater
,
and
the
heat
of
the
close-packed
bodies
and
dust
rising
from
restless
feet
were
suffocating
.
The
women
did
not
speak
,
but
their
pale
set
faces
pleaded
with
a
mute
eloquence
that
was
louder
than
wailing
.
