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"
Oh
,
but
why
did
he
do
that
?
They
could
n't
have
done
him
any
harm
,
"
cried
Melanie
.
"
He
said
he
wanted
the
town
to
rest
his
men
and
horses
in
,
"
said
Frank
.
"
And
he
rested
them
there
till
the
middle
of
November
and
then
he
lit
out
.
And
he
set
fire
to
the
whole
town
when
he
left
and
burned
everything
.
"
"
Oh
,
surely
not
everything
!
"
cried
the
girls
in
dismay
.
It
was
inconceivable
that
the
bustling
town
they
knew
,
so
full
of
people
,
so
crowded
with
soldiers
,
was
gone
.
All
the
lovely
homes
beneath
shady
trees
,
all
the
big
stores
and
the
fine
hotels
--
surely
they
could
n't
be
gone
!
Melanie
seemed
ready
to
burst
into
tears
,
for
she
had
been
born
there
and
knew
no
other
home
.
Scarlett
's
heart
sank
because
she
had
come
to
love
the
place
second
only
to
Tara
.
"
Well
,
almost
everything
,
"
Frank
amended
hastily
,
disturbed
by
the
expressions
on
their
faces
.
He
tried
to
look
cheerful
,
for
he
did
not
believe
in
upsetting
ladies
.
Upset
ladies
always
upset
him
and
made
him
feel
helpless
.
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
tell
them
the
worst
.
Let
them
find
out
from
some
one
else
.
He
could
not
tell
them
what
the
army
saw
when
it
marched
back
into
Atlanta
,
the
acres
and
acres
of
chimneys
standing
blackly
above
ashes
,
piles
of
half-burned
rubbish
and
tumbled
heaps
of
brick
clogging
the
streets
,
old
trees
dying
from
fire
,
their
charred
limbs
tumbling
to
the
ground
in
the
cold
wind
.
He
remembered
how
the
sight
had
turned
him
sick
,
remembered
the
bitter
curses
of
the
Confederates
when
they
saw
the
remains
of
the
town
.
He
hoped
the
ladies
would
never
hear
of
the
horrors
of
the
looted
cemetery
,
for
they
'd
never
get
over
that
.
Charlie
Hamilton
and
Melanie
's
mother
and
father
were
buried
there
.
The
sight
of
that
cemetery
still
gave
Frank
nightmares
.
Hoping
to
find
jewelry
buried
with
the
dead
,
the
Yankee
soldiers
had
broken
open
vaults
,
dug
up
graves
.
They
had
robbed
the
bodies
,
stripped
from
the
coffins
gold
and
silver
name
plates
,
silver
trimmings
and
silver
handles
.
The
skeletons
and
corpses
,
flung
helterskelter
among
their
splintered
caskets
,
lay
exposed
and
so
pitiful
.
And
Frank
could
n't
tell
them
about
the
dogs
and
the
cats
.
Ladies
set
such
a
store
by
pets
.
But
the
thousands
of
starving
animals
,
left
homeless
when
their
masters
had
been
so
rudely
evacuated
,
had
shocked
him
almost
as
much
as
the
cemetery
,
for
Frank
loved
cats
and
dogs
.
The
animals
had
been
frightened
,
cold
,
ravenous
,
wild
as
forest
creatures
,
the
strong
attacking
the
weak
,
the
weak
waiting
for
the
weaker
to
die
so
they
could
eat
them
.
And
,
above
the
ruined
town
,
the
buzzards
splotched
the
wintry
sky
with
graceful
,
sinister
bodies
.
Frank
cast
about
in
his
mind
for
some
mitigating
information
that
would
make
the
ladies
feel
better
.
"
There
's
some
houses
still
standing
,
"
he
said
,
"
houses
that
set
on
big
lots
away
from
other
houses
and
did
n't
catch
fire
.
And
the
churches
and
the
Masonic
hall
are
left
.
And
a
few
stores
too
.
But
the
business
section
and
all
along
the
railroad
tracks
and
at
Five
Points
--
well
,
ladies
,
that
part
of
town
is
flat
on
the
ground
.
"
"
Then
,
"
cried
Scarlett
bitterly
,
"
that
warehouse
Charlie
left
me
,
down
on
the
tracks
,
it
's
gone
too
?
"
