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The
retreat
from
Dalton
to
Kennesaw
Mountain
had
taken
from
early
May
to
mid-June
and
as
the
hot
rainy
days
of
June
passed
and
Sherman
failed
to
dislodge
the
Confederates
from
the
steep
slippery
slopes
,
hope
again
raised
its
head
.
Everyone
grew
more
cheerful
and
spoke
more
kindly
of
General
Johnston
.
As
wet
June
days
passed
into
a
wetter
July
and
the
Confederates
,
fighting
desperately
around
the
entrenched
heights
,
still
held
Sherman
at
bay
,
a
wild
gaiety
took
hold
of
Atlanta
.
Hope
went
to
their
heads
like
champagne
.
Hurrah
!
Hurrah
!
We
're
holding
them
!
An
epidemic
of
parties
and
dances
broke
out
.
Whenever
groups
of
men
from
the
fighting
were
in
town
for
the
night
,
dinners
were
given
for
them
and
afterwards
there
was
dancing
and
the
girls
,
outnumbering
the
men
ten
to
one
,
made
much
of
them
and
fought
to
dance
with
them
.
Atlanta
was
crowded
with
visitors
,
refugees
,
families
of
wounded
men
in
the
hospitals
,
wives
and
mothers
of
soldiers
fighting
at
the
mountain
who
wished
to
be
near
them
in
case
of
wounds
.
In
addition
,
bevies
of
belles
from
the
country
districts
,
where
all
remaining
men
were
under
sixteen
or
over
sixty
,
descended
upon
the
town
.
Aunt
Pitty
disapproved
highly
of
these
last
,
for
she
felt
they
had
come
to
Atlanta
for
no
reason
at
all
except
to
catch
husbands
,
and
the
shamelessness
of
it
made
her
wonder
what
the
world
was
coming
to
.
Scarlett
disapproved
,
too
.
She
did
not
care
for
the
eager
competition
furnished
by
the
sixteen-year-olds
whose
fresh
cheeks
and
bright
smiles
made
one
forget
their
twice-turned
frocks
and
patched
shoes
.
Her
own
clothes
were
prettier
and
newer
than
most
,
thanks
to
the
material
Rhett
Butler
had
brought
her
on
the
last
boat
he
ran
in
,
but
,
after
all
,
she
was
nineteen
and
getting
along
and
men
had
a
way
of
chasing
silly
young
things
.
A
widow
with
a
child
was
at
a
disadvantage
with
these
pretty
minxes
,
she
thought
.
But
in
these
exciting
days
her
widowhood
and
her
motherhood
weighed
less
heavily
upon
her
than
ever
before
.
Between
hospital
duties
in
the
day
time
and
parties
at
night
,
she
hardly
ever
saw
Wade
.
Sometimes
she
actually
forgot
,
for
long
stretches
,
that
she
had
a
child
.
In
the
warm
wet
summer
nights
,
Atlanta
's
homes
stood
open
to
the
soldiers
,
the
town
's
defenders
.
The
big
houses
from
Washington
Street
to
Peachtree
Street
blazed
with
lights
,
as
the
muddy
fighters
in
from
the
rifle
pits
were
entertained
,
and
the
sound
of
banjo
and
fiddle
and
the
scrape
of
dancing
feet
and
light
laughter
carried
far
on
the
night
air
.
Groups
hung
over
pianos
and
voices
sang
lustily
the
sad
words
of
"
Your
Letter
Came
but
Came
Too
Late
"
while
ragged
gallants
looked
meaningly
at
girls
who
laughed
from
behind
turkey-tail
fans
,
begging
them
not
to
wait
until
it
was
too
late
.
None
of
the
girls
waited
,
if
they
could
help
it
.
With
the
tide
of
hysterical
gaiety
and
excitement
flooding
the
city
,
they
rushed
into
matrimony
.
There
were
so
many
marriages
that
month
while
Johnston
was
holding
the
enemy
at
Kennesaw
Mountain
,
marriages
with
the
bride
turned
out
in
blushing
happiness
and
the
hastily
borrowed
finery
of
a
dozen
friends
and
the
groom
with
saber
banging
at
patched
knees
.
So
much
excitement
,
so
many
parties
,
so
many
thrills
!
Hurrah
!
Johnston
is
holding
the
Yanks
twenty-two
miles
away
!
Yes
,
the
lines
around
Kennesaw
Mountain
were
impregnable
.
After
twenty-five
days
of
fighting
,
even
General
Sherman
was
convinced
of
this
,
for
his
losses
were
enormous
.
Instead
of
continuing
the
direct
assault
,
he
swung
his
army
in
a
wide
circle
again
and
tried
to
come
between
the
Confederates
and
Atlanta
.
Again
,
the
strategy
worked
.
Johnston
was
forced
to
abandon
the
heights
he
had
held
so
well
,
in
order
to
protect
his
rear
.
He
had
lost
a
third
of
his
men
in
that
fight
and
the
remainder
slogged
tiredly
through
the
rain
across
the
country
toward
the
Chattahoochee
River
.
The
Confederates
could
expect
no
more
reinforcements
,
whereas
the
railroad
,
which
the
Yankees
now
held
from
Tennessee
south
to
the
battle
line
,
brought
Sherman
fresh
troops
and
supplies
daily
.
So
the
gray
lines
went
back
through
the
muddy
fields
,
back
toward
Atlanta
.
With
the
loss
of
the
supposedly
unconquerable
position
,
a
fresh
wave
of
terror
swept
the
town
.
For
twenty-five
wild
,
happy
days
,
everyone
had
assured
everyone
else
that
this
could
not
possibly
happen
.
And
now
it
had
happened
!
But
surely
the
General
would
hold
the
Yankees
on
the
opposite
bank
of
the
river
.
Though
God
knows
the
river
was
close
enough
,
only
seven
miles
away
!
But
Sherman
flanked
them
again
,
crossing
the
stream
above
them
,
and
the
weary
gray
files
were
forced
to
hurry
across
the
yellow
water
and
throw
themselves
again
between
the
invaders
and
Atlanta
.
They
dug
in
hastily
in
shallow
pits
to
the
north
of
the
town
in
the
valley
of
Peachtree
Creek
.
Atlanta
was
in
agony
and
panic
.
