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"
Of
course
,
"
said
Rhett
,
his
teeth
showing
beneath
his
mustache
.
"
Then
why
did
n't
Ashley
do
it
?
"
"
He
's
a
gentleman
,
"
said
Rhett
,
and
Scarlett
wondered
how
it
was
possible
to
convey
such
cynicism
and
contempt
in
that
one
honorable
word
.
May
of
1864
came
--
a
hot
dry
May
that
wilted
the
flowers
in
the
buds
--
and
the
Yankees
under
General
Sherman
were
in
Georgia
again
,
above
Dalton
,
one
hundred
miles
northwest
of
Atlanta
.
Rumor
had
it
that
there
would
be
heavy
fighting
up
there
near
the
boundary
between
Georgia
and
Tennessee
.
The
Yankees
were
massing
for
an
attack
on
the
Western
and
Atlantic
Railroad
,
the
line
which
connected
Atlanta
with
Tennessee
and
the
West
,
the
same
line
over
which
the
Southern
troops
had
been
rushed
last
fall
to
win
the
victory
at
Chickamauga
.
But
,
for
the
most
part
,
Atlanta
was
not
disturbed
by
the
prospect
of
fighting
near
Dalton
.
The
place
where
the
Yankees
were
concentrating
was
only
a
few
miles
southeast
of
the
battle
field
of
Chickamauga
.
They
had
been
driven
back
once
when
they
had
tried
to
break
through
the
mountain
passes
of
that
region
,
and
they
would
be
driven
back
again
.
Atlanta
--
and
all
of
Georgia
--
knew
that
the
state
was
far
too
important
to
the
Confederacy
for
General
Joe
Johnston
to
let
the
Yankees
remain
inside
the
state
's
borders
for
long
.
Old
Joe
and
his
army
would
not
let
even
one
Yankee
get
south
of
Dalton
,
for
too
much
depended
on
the
undisturbed
functioning
of
Georgia
.
The
unravaged
state
was
a
vast
granary
,
machine
shop
and
storehouse
for
the
Confederacy
.
It
manufactured
much
of
the
powder
and
arms
used
by
the
army
and
most
of
the
cotton
and
woolen
goods
.
Lying
between
Atlanta
and
Dalton
was
the
city
of
Rome
with
its
cannon
foundry
and
its
other
industries
,
and
Etowah
and
Allatoona
with
the
largest
ironworks
south
of
Richmond
.
And
,
in
Atlanta
,
were
not
only
the
factories
for
making
pistols
and
saddles
,
tents
and
ammunition
,
but
also
the
most
extensive
rolling
mills
in
the
South
,
the
shops
of
the
principal
railroads
and
the
enormous
hospitals
.
And
in
Atlanta
was
the
junction
of
the
four
railroads
on
which
the
very
life
of
the
Confederacy
depended
.
So
no
one
worried
particularly
.
After
all
,
Dalton
was
a
long
way
off
,
up
near
the
Tennessee
line
.
There
had
been
fighting
in
Tennessee
for
three
years
and
people
were
accustomed
to
the
thought
of
that
state
as
a
far-away
battle
field
,
almost
as
far
away
as
Virginia
or
the
Mississippi
River
.
Moreover
,
Old
Joe
and
his
men
were
between
the
Yankees
and
Atlanta
,
and
everyone
knew
that
,
next
to
General
Lee
himself
,
there
was
no
greater
general
than
Johnston
,
now
that
Stonewall
Jackson
was
dead
.
Dr.
Meade
summed
up
the
civilian
point
of
view
on
the
matter
,
one
warm
May
evening
on
the
veranda
of
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
,
when
he
said
that
Atlanta
had
nothing
to
fear
,
for
General
Johnston
was
standing
in
the
mountains
like
an
iron
rampart
.
His
audience
heard
him
with
varying
emotions
,
for
all
who
sat
there
rocking
quietly
in
the
fading
twilight
,
watching
the
first
fireflies
of
the
season
moving
magically
through
the
dusk
,
had
weighty
matters
on
their
minds
.
Mrs.
Meade
,
her
hand
upon
Phil
's
arm
,
was
hoping
the
doctor
was
right
.
If
the
war
came
closer
,
she
knew
that
Phil
would
have
to
go
.
He
was
sixteen
now
and
in
the
Home
Guard
.
Fanny
Elsing
,
pale
and
hollow
eyed
since
Gettysburg
,
was
trying
to
keep
her
mind
from
the
torturing
picture
which
had
worn
a
groove
in
her
tired
mind
these
past
several
months
--
Lieutenant
Dallas
McLure
dying
in
a
jolting
ox
cart
in
the
rain
on
the
long
,
terrible
retreat
into
Maryland
.
