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Feeling
that
she
would
burst
a
blood
vessel
if
she
stayed
another
minute
,
she
stormed
up
the
stairs
.
And
as
she
reached
the
upper
floor
,
she
heard
him
obligingly
slam
the
door
for
her
.
As
the
hot
noisy
days
of
August
were
drawing
to
a
close
the
bombardment
abruptly
ceased
.
The
quiet
that
fell
on
the
town
was
startling
.
Neighbors
met
on
the
streets
and
stared
at
one
another
,
uncertain
,
uneasy
,
as
to
what
might
be
impending
.
The
stillness
,
after
the
screaming
days
,
brought
no
surcease
to
strained
nerves
but
,
if
possible
,
made
the
strain
even
worse
.
No
one
knew
why
the
Yankee
batteries
were
silent
;
there
was
no
news
of
the
troops
except
that
they
had
been
withdrawn
in
large
numbers
from
the
breastworks
about
the
town
and
had
marched
off
toward
the
south
to
defend
the
railroad
.
No
one
knew
where
the
fighting
was
,
if
indeed
there
was
any
fighting
,
or
how
the
battle
was
going
if
there
was
a
battle
.
Nowadays
the
only
news
was
that
which
passed
from
mouth
to
mouth
.
Short
of
paper
,
short
of
ink
,
short
of
men
,
the
newspapers
had
suspended
publication
after
the
siege
began
,
and
the
wildest
rumors
appeared
from
nowhere
and
swept
through
the
town
.
Now
,
in
the
anxious
quiet
,
crowds
stormed
General
Hood
's
headquarters
demanding
information
,
crowds
massed
about
the
telegraph
office
and
the
depot
hoping
for
tidings
,
good
tidings
,
for
everyone
hoped
that
the
silence
of
Sherman
's
cannon
meant
that
the
Yankees
were
in
full
retreat
and
the
Confederates
chasing
them
back
up
the
road
to
Dalton
.
But
no
news
came
.
The
telegraph
wires
were
still
,
no
trains
came
in
on
the
one
remaining
railroad
from
the
south
and
the
mail
service
was
broken
.
Autumn
with
its
dusty
,
breathless
heat
was
slipping
in
to
choke
the
suddenly
quiet
town
,
adding
its
dry
,
panting
weight
to
tired
,
anxious
hearts
.
To
Scarlett
,
mad
to
hear
from
Tara
,
yet
trying
to
keep
up
a
brave
face
,
it
seemed
an
eternity
since
the
siege
began
,
seemed
as
though
she
had
always
lived
with
the
sound
of
cannon
in
her
ears
until
this
sinister
quiet
had
fallen
.
And
yet
,
it
was
only
thirty
days
since
the
siege
began
.
Thirty
days
of
siege
!
The
city
ringed
with
red-clay
rifle
pits
,
the
monotonous
booming
of
cannon
that
never
rested
,
the
long
lines
of
ambulances
and
ox
carts
dripping
blood
down
the
dusty
streets
toward
the
hospitals
,
the
overworked
burial
squads
dragging
out
men
when
they
were
hardly
cold
and
dumping
them
like
so
many
logs
in
endless
rows
of
shallow
ditches
.
Only
thirty
days
!
And
it
was
only
four
months
since
the
Yankees
moved
south
from
Dalton
!
Only
four
months
!
Scarlett
thought
,
looking
back
on
that
far
day
,
that
it
had
occurred
in
another
life
.
Oh
,
no
!
Surely
not
just
four
months
.
It
had
been
a
lifetime
.
Four
months
ago
!
Why
,
four
months
ago
Dalton
,
Resaca
,
Kennesaw
Mountain
had
been
to
her
only
names
of
places
on
the
railroad
.
Now
they
were
battles
,
battles
desperately
,
vainly
fought
as
Johnston
fell
back
toward
Atlanta
.
And
now
,
Peachtree
Creek
,
Decatur
,
Ezra
Church
and
Utoy
Creek
were
no
longer
pleasant
names
of
pleasant
places
.
Never
again
could
she
think
of
them
as
quiet
villages
full
of
welcoming
friends
,
as
green
places
where
she
picnicked
with
handsome
officers
on
the
soft
banks
of
slow-moving
streams
.
These
names
meant
battles
too
,
and
the
soft
green
grasses
where
she
had
sat
were
cut
to
bits
by
heavy
cannon
wheels
,
trampled
by
desperate
feet
when
bayonet
met
bayonet
and
flattened
where
bodies
threshed
in
agonies
...
.
And
the
lazy
streams
were
redder
now
than
ever
Georgia
clay
could
make
them
.
Peachtree
Creek
was
crimson
,
so
they
said
,
after
the
Yankees
crossed
it
.
Peachtree
Creek
,
Decatur
,
Ezra
Church
,
Utoy
Creek
.
Never
names
of
places
any
more
.
Names
of
graves
where
friends
lay
buried
,
names
of
tangled
underbrush
and
thick
woods
where
bodies
rotted
unburied
,
names
of
the
four
sides
of
Atlanta
where
Sherman
had
tried
to
force
his
army
in
and
Hood
's
men
had
doggedly
beaten
him
back
.
At
last
,
news
came
from
the
south
to
the
strained
town
and
it
was
alarming
news
,
especially
to
Scarlett
.
General
Sherman
was
trying
the
fourth
side
of
the
town
again
,
striking
again
at
the
railroad
at
Jonesboro
.
Yankees
in
large
numbers
were
on
that
fourth
side
of
the
town
now
,
no
skirmishing
units
or
cavalry
detachments
but
the
massed
Yankee
forces
.
And
thousands
of
Confederate
troops
had
been
withdrawn
from
the
lines
close
about
the
city
to
hurl
themselves
against
them
.
And
that
explained
the
sudden
silence
.
"
Why
Jonesboro
?
"
thought
Scarlett
,
terror
striking
at
her
heart
at
the
thought
of
Tara
's
nearness
.
"
Why
must
they
always
hit
Jonesboro
?
Why
ca
n't
they
find
some
other
place
to
attack
the
railroad
?
"
For
a
week
she
had
not
heard
from
Tara
and
the
last
brief
note
from
Gerald
had
added
to
her
fears
.
Carreen
had
taken
a
turn
for
the
worse
and
was
very
,
very
sick
.
