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The
Confederate
dead
and
wounded
at
New
Hope
Church
ran
high
.
The
wounded
flooded
Atlanta
in
train-loads
and
the
town
was
appalled
.
Never
,
even
after
the
battle
of
Chickamauga
,
had
the
town
seen
so
many
wounded
.
The
hospitals
overflowed
and
wounded
lay
on
the
floors
of
empty
stores
and
upon
cotton
bales
in
the
warehouses
.
Every
hotel
,
boarding
house
and
private
residence
was
crowded
with
sufferers
.
Aunt
Pitty
had
her
share
,
although
she
protested
that
it
was
most
unbecoming
to
have
strange
men
in
the
house
when
Melanie
was
in
a
delicate
condition
and
when
gruesome
sights
might
bring
on
premature
birth
.
But
Melanie
reefed
up
her
top
hoop
a
little
higher
to
hide
her
thickening
figure
and
the
wounded
invaded
the
brick
house
.
There
was
endless
cooking
and
lifting
and
turning
and
fanning
,
endless
hours
of
washing
and
rerolling
bandages
and
picking
lint
,
and
endless
warm
nights
made
sleepless
by
the
babbling
delirium
of
men
in
the
next
room
.
Finally
the
choked
town
could
take
care
of
no
more
and
the
overflow
of
wounded
was
sent
on
to
the
hospitals
at
Macon
and
Augusta
.
With
this
backwash
of
wounded
bearing
conflicting
reports
and
the
increase
of
frightened
refugees
crowding
into
the
already
crowded
town
,
Atlanta
was
in
an
uproar
.
The
small
cloud
on
the
horizon
had
blown
up
swiftly
into
a
large
,
sullen
storm
cloud
and
it
was
as
though
a
faint
,
chilling
wind
blew
from
it
.
No
one
had
lost
faith
in
the
invincibility
of
the
troops
but
everyone
,
the
civilians
at
least
,
had
lost
faith
in
the
General
.
New
Hope
Church
was
only
thirty-five
miles
from
Atlanta
!
The
General
had
let
the
Yankees
push
him
back
sixty-five
miles
in
three
weeks
!
Why
did
n't
he
hold
the
Yankees
instead
of
everlastingly
retreating
?
He
was
a
fool
and
worse
than
a
fool
.
Graybeards
in
the
Home
Guard
and
members
of
the
state
militia
,
safe
in
Atlanta
,
insisted
they
could
have
managed
the
campaign
better
and
drew
maps
on
tablecloths
to
prove
their
contentions
.
As
his
lines
grew
thinner
and
he
was
forced
back
farther
,
the
General
called
desperately
on
Governor
Brown
for
these
very
men
,
but
the
state
troops
felt
reasonably
safe
.
After
all
,
the
Governor
had
defied
Jeff
Davis
'
demand
for
them
.
Why
should
he
accede
to
General
Johnston
?
Fight
and
fall
back
!
Fight
and
fall
back
!
For
seventy
miles
and
twenty-five
days
the
Confederates
had
fought
almost
daily
.
New
Hope
Church
was
behind
the
gray
troops
now
,
a
memory
in
a
mad
haze
of
like
memories
,
heat
,
dust
,
hunger
,
weariness
,
tramp-tramp
on
the
red
rutted
roads
,
slop-slop
through
the
red
mud
,
retreat
,
entrench
,
fight
--
retreat
,
entrench
,
fight
.
New
Hope
Church
was
a
nightmare
of
another
life
and
so
was
Big
Shanty
,
where
they
turned
and
fought
the
Yankees
like
demons
.
But
,
fight
the
Yankees
till
the
fields
were
blue
with
dead
,
there
were
always
more
Yankees
,
fresh
Yankees
;
there
was
always
that
sinister
southeast
curving
of
the
blue
lines
toward
the
Confederate
rear
,
toward
the
railroad
--
and
toward
Atlanta
!
From
Big
Shanty
,
the
weary
sleepless
lines
retreated
down
the
road
to
Kennesaw
Mountain
,
near
the
little
town
of
Marietta
,
and
here
they
spread
their
lines
in
a
ten-mile
curve
.
On
the
steep
sides
of
the
mountain
they
dug
their
rifle
pits
and
on
the
towering
heights
they
planted
their
batteries
.
Swearing
,
sweating
men
hauled
the
heavy
guns
up
the
precipitous
slopes
,
for
mules
could
not
climb
the
hillsides
.
Couriers
and
wounded
coming
into
Atlanta
gave
reassuring
reports
to
the
frightened
townspeople
.
The
heights
of
Kennesaw
were
impregnable
.
So
were
Pine
Mountain
and
Lost
Mountain
near
by
which
were
also
fortified
.
The
Yankees
could
n't
dislodge
Old
Joe
's
men
and
they
could
hardly
flank
them
now
for
the
batteries
on
the
mountain
tops
commanded
all
the
roads
for
miles
.
Atlanta
breathed
more
easily
,
but
--
But
Kennesaw
Mountain
was
only
twenty-two
miles
away
!
On
the
day
when
the
first
wounded
from
Kennesaw
Mountain
were
coming
in
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
carriage
was
at
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
at
the
unheard-of
hour
of
seven
in
the
morning
,
and
black
Uncle
Levi
sent
up
word
that
Scarlett
must
dress
immediately
and
come
to
the
hospital
.
Fanny
Elsing
and
the
Bonnell
girls
,
roused
early
from
slumber
,
were
yawning
on
the
back
seat
and
the
Elsings
'
mammy
sat
grumpily
on
the
box
,
a
basket
of
freshly
laundered
bandages
on
her
lap
.
Off
Scarlett
went
,
unwillingly
for
she
had
danced
till
dawn
the
night
before
at
the
Home
Guard
's
party
and
her
feet
were
tired
.
She
silently
cursed
the
efficient
and
indefatigable
Mrs.
Merriwether
,
the
wounded
and
the
whole
Southern
Confederacy
,
as
Prissy
buttoned
her
in
her
oldest
and
raggedest
calico
frock
which
she
used
for
hospital
work
.
Gulping
down
the
bitter
brew
of
parched
corn
and
dried
sweet
potatoes
that
passed
for
coffee
,
she
went
out
to
join
the
girls
.
