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The
old
men
and
boys
of
the
Home
Guard
marched
by
,
the
graybeards
almost
too
weary
to
lift
their
feet
,
the
boys
wearing
the
faces
of
tired
children
,
confronted
too
early
with
adult
problems
.
Scarlett
caught
sight
of
Phil
Meade
and
hardly
recognized
him
,
so
black
was
his
face
with
powder
and
grime
,
so
taut
with
strain
and
weariness
.
Uncle
Henry
went
limping
by
,
hatless
in
the
rain
,
his
head
stuck
through
a
hole
in
a
piece
of
old
oilcloth
.
Grandpa
Merriwether
rode
in
on
a
gun
carriage
,
his
bare
feet
tied
in
quilt
scraps
.
But
search
though
she
might
,
she
saw
no
sign
of
John
Wilkes
.
Johnston
's
veterans
,
however
,
went
by
with
the
tireless
,
careless
step
which
had
carried
them
for
three
years
,
and
they
still
had
the
energy
to
grin
and
wave
at
pretty
girls
and
to
call
rude
gibes
to
men
not
in
uniform
.
They
were
on
their
way
to
the
entrenchments
that
ringed
the
town
--
no
shallow
,
hastily
dug
trenches
,
these
,
but
earthworks
,
breast
high
,
reinforced
with
sandbags
and
tipped
with
sharpened
staves
of
wood
.
For
mile
after
mile
the
trenches
encircled
the
town
,
red
gashes
surmounted
by
red
mounds
,
waiting
for
the
men
who
would
fill
them
.
The
crowd
cheered
the
troops
as
they
would
have
cheered
them
in
victory
.
There
was
fear
in
every
heart
but
,
now
that
they
knew
the
truth
,
now
that
the
worst
had
happened
,
now
that
the
war
was
in
their
front
yard
,
a
change
came
over
the
town
.
There
was
no
panic
now
,
no
hysteria
.
Whatever
lay
in
hearts
did
not
show
on
faces
.
Everyone
looked
cheerful
even
if
the
cheer
was
strained
.
Everyone
tried
to
show
brave
,
confident
faces
to
the
troops
.
Everyone
repeated
what
Old
Joe
had
said
,
just
before
he
was
relieved
of
command
:
"
I
can
hold
Atlanta
forever
.
"
Now
that
Hood
had
had
to
retreat
,
quite
a
number
wished
,
with
the
soldiers
,
that
they
had
Old
Joe
back
,
but
they
forebore
saying
it
and
took
courage
from
Old
Joe
's
remark
:
"
I
can
hold
Atlanta
forever
!
"
Not
for
Hood
the
cautious
tactics
of
General
Johnston
.
He
assaulted
the
Yankees
on
the
east
,
he
assaulted
them
on
the
west
.
Sherman
was
circling
the
town
like
a
wrestler
seeking
a
fresh
hold
on
an
opponent
's
body
,
and
Hood
did
not
remain
behind
his
rifle
pits
waiting
for
the
Yankees
to
attack
.
He
went
out
boldly
to
meet
them
and
savagely
fell
upon
them
.
Within
the
space
of
a
few
days
the
battles
of
Atlanta
and
of
Ezra
Church
were
fought
,
and
both
of
them
were
major
engagements
which
made
Peachtree
Creek
seem
like
a
skirmish
.
But
the
Yankees
kept
coming
back
for
more
.
They
had
suffered
heavy
losses
but
they
could
afford
to
lose
.
And
all
the
while
their
batteries
poured
shells
into
Atlanta
,
killing
people
in
their
homes
,
ripping
roofs
off
buildings
,
tearing
huge
craters
in
the
streets
.
The
townsfolk
sheltered
as
best
they
could
in
cellars
,
in
holes
in
the
ground
and
in
shallow
tunnels
dug
in
railroad
cuts
.
Atlanta
was
under
siege
.
Within
eleven
days
after
he
had
taken
command
,
General
Hood
had
lost
almost
as
many
men
as
Johnston
had
lost
in
seventy-four
days
of
battle
and
retreat
,
and
Atlanta
was
hemmed
in
on
three
sides
.
The
railroad
from
Atlanta
to
Tennessee
was
now
in
Sherman
's
hands
for
its
full
length
.
