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When
the
gentlemen
joined
the
ladies
on
the
front
porch
,
the
talk
turned
to
war
.
Talk
always
turned
to
war
now
,
all
conversations
on
any
topic
led
from
war
or
back
to
war
--
sometimes
sad
,
often
gay
,
but
always
war
.
War
romances
,
war
weddings
,
deaths
in
hospitals
and
on
the
field
,
incidents
of
camp
and
battle
and
march
,
gallantry
,
cowardice
,
humor
,
sadness
,
deprivation
and
hope
.
Always
,
always
hope
.
Hope
firm
,
unshaken
despite
the
defeats
of
the
summer
before
.
When
Captain
Ashburn
announced
he
had
applied
for
and
been
granted
transfer
from
Atlanta
to
the
army
at
Dalton
,
the
ladies
kissed
his
stiffened
arm
with
their
eyes
and
covered
their
emotions
of
pride
by
declaring
he
could
n't
go
,
for
then
who
would
beau
them
about
?
Young
Carey
looked
confused
and
pleased
at
hearing
such
statements
from
settled
matrons
and
spinsters
like
Mrs.
Meade
and
Melanie
and
Aunt
Pitty
and
Fanny
,
and
tried
to
hope
that
Scarlett
really
meant
it
.
"
Why
,
he
'll
be
back
in
no
time
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
throwing
an
arm
over
Carey
's
shoulder
.
"
There
'll
be
just
one
brief
skirmish
and
the
Yankees
will
skedaddle
back
into
Tennessee
.
And
when
they
get
there
,
General
Forrest
will
take
care
of
them
.
You
ladies
need
have
no
alarm
about
the
proximity
of
the
Yankees
,
for
General
Johnston
and
his
army
stands
there
in
the
mountains
like
an
iron
rampart
.
Yes
,
an
iron
rampart
,
"
he
repeated
,
relishing
his
phrase
.
"
Sherman
will
never
pass
.
He
'll
never
dislodge
Old
Joe
.
"
The
ladies
smiled
approvingly
,
for
his
lightest
utterance
was
regarded
as
incontrovertible
truth
.
After
all
,
men
understood
these
matters
much
better
than
women
,
and
if
he
said
General
Johnston
was
an
iron
rampart
,
he
must
be
one
.
Only
Rhett
spoke
.
He
had
been
silent
since
supper
and
had
sat
in
the
twilight
listening
to
the
war
talk
with
a
down-twisted
mouth
,
holding
the
sleeping
child
against
his
shoulder
.
"
I
believe
that
rumor
has
it
that
Sherman
has
over
one
hundred
thousand
men
,
now
that
his
reinforcements
have
come
up
?
"
The
doctor
answered
him
shortly
.
He
had
been
under
considerable
strain
ever
since
he
first
arrived
and
found
that
one
of
his
fellow
diners
was
this
man
whom
he
disliked
so
heartily
.
Only
the
respect
due
Miss
Pittypat
and
his
presence
under
her
roof
as
a
guest
had
restrained
him
from
showing
his
feelings
more
obviously
.
"
Well
,
sir
?
"
the
doctor
barked
in
reply
.
"
I
believe
Captain
Ashburn
said
just
a
while
ago
that
General
Johnston
had
only
about
forty
thousand
,
counting
the
deserters
who
were
encouraged
to
come
back
to
the
colors
by
the
last
victory
.
"
