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"
Ah
,
well
,
so
he
did
kiss
you
.
I
suppose
it
was
when
he
was
here
on
furlough
.
And
now
that
he
's
probably
dead
you
are
cherishing
it
to
your
heart
.
But
I
'm
sure
you
'll
get
over
it
and
when
you
've
forgotten
his
kiss
,
I
'll
--
"
She
turned
in
fury
.
"
You
go
to
--
Halifax
,
"
she
said
tensely
,
her
green
eyes
slits
of
rage
.
"
And
let
me
out
of
this
carriage
before
I
jump
over
the
wheels
.
And
I
do
n't
ever
want
to
speak
to
you
again
.
"
He
stopped
the
carriage
,
but
before
he
could
alight
and
assist
her
she
sprang
down
.
Her
hoop
caught
on
the
wheel
and
for
a
moment
the
crowd
at
Five
Points
had
a
flashing
view
of
petticoats
and
pantalets
.
Then
Rhett
leaned
over
and
swiftly
released
it
.
She
flounced
off
without
a
word
,
without
even
a
backward
look
,
and
he
laughed
softly
and
clicked
to
the
horse
.
For
the
first
time
since
the
war
began
,
Atlanta
could
hear
the
sound
of
battle
.
In
the
early
morning
hours
before
the
noises
of
the
town
awoke
,
the
cannon
at
Kennesaw
Mountain
could
be
heard
faintly
,
far
away
,
a
low
dim
booming
that
might
have
passed
for
summer
thunder
.
Occasionally
it
was
loud
enough
to
be
heard
even
above
the
rattle
of
traffic
at
noon
.
People
tried
not
to
listen
to
it
,
tried
to
talk
,
to
laugh
,
to
carry
on
their
business
,
just
as
though
the
Yankees
were
not
there
,
twenty-two
miles
away
,
but
always
ears
were
strained
for
the
sound
.
The
town
wore
a
preoccupied
look
,
for
no
matter
what
occupied
their
hands
,
all
were
listening
,
listening
,
their
hearts
leaping
suddenly
a
hundred
times
a
day
.
Was
the
booming
louder
?
Or
did
they
only
think
it
was
louder
?
Would
General
Johnston
hold
them
this
time
?
Would
he
?
Panic
lay
just
beneath
the
surface
.
Nerves
which
had
been
stretched
tighter
and
tighter
each
day
of
the
retreat
began
to
reach
the
breaking
point
.
No
one
spoke
of
fears
.
That
subject
was
taboo
,
but
strained
nerves
found
expression
in
loud
criticism
of
the
General
.
Public
feeling
was
at
fever
heat
.
Sherman
was
at
the
very
doors
of
Atlanta
.
Another
retreat
might
bring
the
Confederates
into
the
town
.
Give
us
a
general
who
wo
n't
retreat
!
Give
us
a
man
who
will
stand
and
fight
!
With
the
far-off
rumbling
of
cannon
in
their
ears
,
the
state
militia
,
"
Joe
Brown
's
Pets
,
"
and
the
Home
Guard
marched
out
of
Atlanta
,
to
defend
the
bridges
and
ferries
of
the
Chattahoochee
River
at
Johnston
's
back
.
It
was
a
gray
,
overcast
day
and
,
as
they
marched
through
Five
Points
and
out
the
Marietta
road
,
a
fine
rain
began
to
fall
.
The
whole
town
had
turned
out
to
see
them
off
and
they
stood
,
close
packed
,
under
the
wooden
awnings
of
the
stores
on
Peachtree
Street
and
tried
to
cheer
.
Scarlett
and
Maybelle
Merriwether
Picard
had
been
given
permission
to
leave
the
hospital
and
watch
the
men
go
out
,
because
Uncle
Henry
Hamilton
and
Grandpa
Merriwether
were
in
the
Home
Guard
,
and
they
stood
with
Mrs.
Meade
,
pressed
in
the
crowd
,
tiptoeing
to
get
a
better
view
.
Scarlett
,
though
filled
with
the
universal
Southern
desire
to
believe
only
the
pleasantest
and
most
reassuring
things
about
the
progress
of
the
fighting
,
felt
cold
as
she
watched
the
motley
ranks
go
by
.
Surely
,
things
must
be
in
a
desperate
pass
if
this
rabble
of
bombproofers
,
old
men
and
little
boys
were
being
called
out
!
To
be
sure
there
were
young
and
able-bodied
men
in
the
passing
lines
,
tricked
out
in
the
bright
uniforms
of
socially
select
militia
units
,
plumes
waving
,
sashes
dancing
.
But
there
were
so
many
old
men
and
young
boys
,
and
the
sight
of
them
made
her
heart
contract
with
pity
and
with
fear
.
There
were
graybeards
older
than
her
father
trying
to
step
jauntily
along
in
the
needle-fine
rain
to
the
rhythm
of
the
fife
and
drum
corps
.
Grandpa
Merriwether
,
with
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
best
plaid
shawl
laid
across
his
shoulders
to
keep
out
the
rain
,
was
in
the
first
rank
and
he
saluted
the
girls
with
a
grin
.
