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The
siege
went
on
through
the
hot
days
of
July
,
thundering
days
following
nights
of
sullen
,
ominous
stillness
,
and
the
town
began
to
adjust
itself
.
It
was
as
though
,
the
worst
having
happened
,
they
had
nothing
more
to
fear
.
They
had
feared
a
siege
and
now
they
had
a
siege
and
,
after
all
,
it
was
n't
so
bad
.
Life
could
and
did
go
on
almost
as
usual
.
They
knew
they
were
sitting
on
a
volcano
,
but
until
that
volcano
erupted
there
was
nothing
they
could
do
.
So
why
worry
now
?
And
probably
it
would
n't
erupt
anyway
.
Just
look
how
General
Hood
is
holding
the
Yankees
out
of
the
city
!
And
see
how
the
cavalry
is
holding
the
railroad
to
Macon
!
Sherman
will
never
take
it
!
But
for
all
their
apparent
insouciance
in
the
face
of
falling
shells
and
shorter
rations
,
for
all
their
ignoring
the
Yankees
,
barely
half
a
mile
away
,
and
for
all
their
boundless
confidence
in
the
ragged
line
of
gray
men
in
the
rifle
pits
,
there
pulsed
,
just
below
the
skin
of
Atlanta
,
a
wild
uncertainty
over
what
the
next
day
would
bring
.
Suspense
,
worry
,
sorrow
,
hunger
and
the
torment
of
rising
,
falling
,
rising
hope
was
wearing
that
skin
thin
.
Gradually
,
Scarlett
drew
courage
from
the
brave
faces
of
her
friends
and
from
the
merciful
adjustment
which
nature
makes
when
what
can
not
be
cured
must
be
endured
.
To
be
sure
,
she
still
jumped
at
the
sound
of
explosions
but
she
did
not
run
screaming
to
burrow
her
head
under
Melanie
's
pillow
.
She
could
now
gulp
and
say
weakly
:
"
That
was
close
,
was
n't
it
?
"
She
was
less
frightened
also
because
life
had
taken
on
the
quality
of
a
dream
,
a
dream
too
terrible
to
be
real
.
It
was
n't
possible
that
she
,
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
should
be
in
such
a
predicament
,
with
the
danger
of
death
about
her
every
hour
,
every
minute
.
It
was
n't
possible
that
the
quiet
tenor
of
life
could
have
changed
so
completely
in
so
short
a
time
.
It
was
unreal
,
grotesquely
unreal
,
that
morning
skies
which
dawned
so
tenderly
blue
could
be
profaned
with
cannon
smoke
that
hung
over
the
town
like
low
thunder
clouds
,
that
warm
noontides
filled
with
the
piercing
sweetness
of
massed
honeysuckle
and
climbing
roses
could
be
so
fearful
,
as
shells
screamed
into
the
streets
,
bursting
like
the
crack
of
doom
,
throwing
iron
splinters
hundreds
of
yards
,
blowing
people
and
animals
to
bits
.
Quiet
,
drowsy
afternoon
siestas
had
ceased
to
be
,
for
though
the
clamor
of
battle
might
lull
from
time
to
time
,
Peachtree
Street
was
alive
and
noisy
at
all
hours
,
cannon
and
ambulances
rumbling
by
,
wounded
stumbling
in
from
the
rifle
pits
,
regiments
hurrying
past
at
double-quick
,
ordered
from
the
ditches
on
one
side
of
town
to
the
defense
of
some
hard-pressed
earthworks
on
the
other
,
and
couriers
dashing
headlong
down
the
street
toward
headquarters
as
though
the
fate
of
the
Confederacy
hung
on
them
.
The
hot
nights
brought
a
measure
of
quiet
but
it
was
a
sinister
quiet
.
When
the
night
was
still
,
it
was
too
still
--
as
though
the
tree
frogs
,
katydids
and
sleepy
mockingbirds
were
too
frightened
to
raise
their
voices
in
the
usual
summer-night
chorus
.
Now
and
again
,
the
quiet
was
broken
sharply
by
the
crack-cracking
of
musket
fire
in
the
last
line
of
defenses
.
Often
in
the
late
night
hours
,
when
the
lamps
were
out
and
Melanie
asleep
and
deathly
silence
pressed
over
the
town
,
Scarlett
,
lying
awake
,
heard
the
latch
of
the
front
gate
click
and
soft
urgent
tappings
on
the
front
door
.
Always
,
faceless
soldiers
stood
on
the
dark
porch
and
from
the
darkness
many
different
voices
spoke
to
her
.
Sometimes
a
cultured
voice
came
from
the
shadows
:
"
Madam
,
my
abject
apologies
for
disturbing
you
,
but
could
I
have
water
for
myself
and
my
horse
?
"
Sometimes
it
was
the
hard
burring
of
a
mountain
voice
,
sometimes
the
odd
nasals
of
the
flat
Wiregrass
country
to
the
far
south
,
occasionally
the
lulling
drawl
of
the
Coast
that
caught
at
her
heart
,
reminding
her
of
Ellen
's
voice
.
"
Missy
,
I
got
a
pardner
here
who
I
wuz
aimin
'
ter
git
ter
the
horsepittle
but
looks
like
he
ai
n't
goin
'
ter
last
that
fer
.
Kin
you
take
him
in
?
"
