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Scarlett
heard
over
and
over
until
she
could
have
screamed
at
the
repetition
:
"
I
'd
have
taken
their
damned
oath
right
after
the
surrender
if
they
'd
acted
decent
.
I
can
be
restored
to
the
Union
,
but
by
God
,
I
ca
n't
be
reconstructed
into
it
!
"
Through
these
anxious
days
and
nights
,
Scarlett
was
torn
with
fear
.
The
ever-present
menace
of
lawless
negroes
and
Yankee
soldiers
preyed
on
her
mind
,
the
danger
of
confiscation
was
constantly
with
her
,
even
in
her
dreams
,
and
she
dreaded
worse
terrors
to
come
.
Depressed
by
the
helplessness
of
herself
and
her
friends
,
of
the
whole
South
,
it
was
not
strange
that
she
often
remembered
during
these
days
the
words
which
Tony
Fontaine
had
spoken
so
passionately
:
"
Good
God
,
Scarlett
,
it
is
n't
to
be
borne
!
And
it
wo
n't
be
borne
!
"
In
spite
of
war
,
fire
and
Reconstruction
,
Atlanta
had
again
become
a
boom
town
.
In
many
ways
,
the
place
resembled
the
busy
young
city
of
the
Confederacy
's
early
days
.
The
only
trouble
was
that
the
soldiers
crowding
the
streets
wore
the
wrong
kind
of
uniforms
,
the
money
was
in
the
hands
of
the
wrong
people
,
and
the
negroes
were
living
in
leisure
while
their
former
masters
struggled
and
starved
.
Underneath
the
surface
were
misery
and
fear
,
but
all
the
outward
appearances
were
those
of
a
thriving
town
that
was
rapidly
rebuilding
from
its
ruins
,
a
bustling
,
hurrying
town
.
Atlanta
,
it
seemed
,
must
always
be
hurrying
,
no
matter
what
its
circumstances
might
be
.
Savannah
,
Charleston
,
Augusta
,
Richmond
,
New
Orleans
would
never
hurry
.
It
was
ill
bred
and
Yankeefied
to
hurry
.
But
in
this
period
,
Atlanta
was
more
ill
bred
and
Yankeefied
than
it
had
ever
been
before
or
would
ever
be
again
.
With
"
new
people
"
thronging
in
from
all
directions
,
the
streets
were
choked
and
noisy
from
morning
till
night
.
The
shiny
carriages
of
Yankee
officers
'
wives
and
newly
rich
Carpetbaggers
splashed
mud
on
the
dilapidated
buggies
of
the
townspeople
,
and
gaudy
new
homes
of
wealthy
strangers
crowded
in
among
the
sedate
dwellings
of
older
citizens
.
The
war
had
definitely
established
the
importance
of
Atlanta
in
the
affairs
of
the
South
and
the
hitherto
obscure
town
was
now
known
far
and
wide
.
The
railroads
for
which
Sherman
had
fought
an
entire
summer
and
killed
thousands
of
men
were
again
stimulating
the
life
of
the
city
they
had
brought
into
being
.
Atlanta
was
again
the
center
of
activities
for
a
wide
region
,
as
it
had
been
before
its
destruction
,
and
the
town
was
receiving
a
great
influx
of
new
citizens
,
both
welcome
and
unwelcome
.
Invading
Carpetbaggers
made
Atlanta
their
headquarters
and
on
the
streets
they
jostled
against
representatives
of
the
oldest
families
in
the
South
who
were
likewise
newcomers
in
the
town
.
Families
from
the
country
districts
who
had
been
burned
out
during
Sherman
's
march
and
who
could
no
longer
make
a
living
without
the
slaves
to
till
the
cotton
had
come
to
Atlanta
to
live
.
New
settlers
were
coming
in
every
day
from
Tennessee
and
the
Carolinas
where
the
hand
of
Reconstruction
lay
even
heavier
than
in
Georgia
.
Many
Irish
and
Germans
who
had
been
bounty
men
in
the
Union
Army
had
settled
in
Atlanta
after
their
discharge
.
The
wives
and
families
of
the
Yankee
garrison
,
filled
with
curiosity
about
the
South
after
four
years
of
war
,
came
to
swell
the
population
.
Adventurers
of
every
kind
swarmed
in
,
hoping
to
make
their
fortunes
,
and
the
negroes
from
the
country
continued
to
come
by
the
hundreds
.
The
town
was
roaring
--
wide
open
like
a
frontier
village
,
making
no
effort
to
cover
its
vices
and
sins
.
Saloons
blossomed
overnight
,
two
and
sometimes
three
in
a
block
,
and
after
nightfall
the
streets
were
full
of
drunken
men
,
black
and
white
,
reeling
from
wall
to
curb
and
back
again
.
Thugs
,
pickpockets
and
prostitutes
lurked
in
the
unlit
alleys
and
shadowy
streets
.
Gambling
houses
ran
full
blast
and
hardly
a
night
passed
without
its
shooting
or
cutting
affray
.
Respectable
citizens
were
scandalized
to
find
that
Atlanta
had
a
large
and
thriving
red-light
district
,
larger
and
more
thriving
than
during
the
war
.
All
night
long
pianos
jangled
from
behind
drawn
shades
and
rowdy
songs
and
laughter
floated
out
,
punctuated
by
occasional
screams
and
pistol
shots
.
The
inmates
of
these
houses
were
bolder
than
the
prostitutes
of
the
war
days
and
brazenly
hung
out
of
their
windows
and
called
to
passers-by
.
And
on
Sunday
afternoons
,
the
handsome
closed
carriages
of
the
madams
of
the
district
rolled
down
the
main
streets
,
filled
with
girls
in
their
best
finery
,
taking
the
air
from
behind
lowered
silk
shades
.
