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As
the
train
carried
Scarlett
northward
that
May
morning
in
1862
,
she
thought
that
Atlanta
could
n't
possibly
be
so
boring
as
Charleston
and
Savannah
had
been
and
,
in
spite
of
her
distaste
for
Miss
Pittypat
and
Melanie
,
she
looked
forward
with
some
curiosity
toward
seeing
how
the
town
had
fared
since
her
last
visit
,
in
the
winter
before
the
war
began
.
Atlanta
had
always
interested
her
more
than
any
other
town
because
when
she
was
a
child
Gerald
had
told
her
that
she
and
Atlanta
were
exactly
the
same
age
.
She
discovered
when
she
grew
older
that
Gerald
had
stretched
the
truth
somewhat
,
as
was
his
habit
when
a
little
stretching
would
improve
a
story
;
but
Atlanta
was
only
nine
years
older
than
she
was
,
and
that
still
left
the
place
amazingly
young
by
comparison
with
any
other
town
she
had
ever
heard
of
.
Savannah
and
Charleston
had
the
dignity
of
their
years
,
one
being
well
along
in
its
second
century
and
the
other
entering
its
third
,
and
in
her
young
eyes
they
had
always
seemed
like
aged
grandmothers
fanning
themselves
placidly
in
the
sun
.
But
Atlanta
was
of
her
own
generation
,
crude
with
the
crudities
of
youth
and
as
headstrong
and
impetuous
as
herself
.
The
story
Gerald
had
told
her
was
based
on
the
fact
that
she
and
Atlanta
were
christened
in
the
same
year
.
In
the
nine
years
before
Scarlett
was
born
,
the
town
had
been
called
,
first
,
Terminus
and
then
Marthasville
,
and
not
until
the
year
of
Scarlett
's
birth
had
it
become
Atlanta
.
When
Gerald
first
moved
to
north
Georgia
,
there
had
been
no
Atlanta
at
all
,
not
even
the
semblance
of
a
village
,
and
wilderness
rolled
over
the
site
.
But
the
next
year
,
in
1836
,
the
State
had
authorized
the
building
of
a
railroad
northwestward
through
the
territory
which
the
Cherokees
had
recently
ceded
.
The
destination
of
the
proposed
railroad
,
Tennessee
and
the
West
,
was
clear
and
definite
,
but
its
beginning
point
in
Georgia
was
somewhat
uncertain
until
,
a
year
later
,
an
engineer
drove
a
stake
in
the
red
clay
to
mark
the
southern
end
of
the
line
,
and
Atlanta
,
born
Terminus
,
had
begun
.
There
were
no
railroads
then
in
north
Georgia
,
and
very
few
anywhere
else
.
But
during
the
years
before
Gerald
married
Ellen
,
the
tiny
settlement
,
twenty-five
miles
north
of
Tara
,
slowly
grew
into
a
village
and
the
tracks
slowly
pushed
northward
.
Then
the
railroad
building
era
really
began
.
From
the
old
city
of
Augusta
,
a
second
railroad
was
extended
westward
across
the
state
to
connect
with
the
new
road
to
Tennessee
.
From
the
old
city
of
Savannah
,
a
third
railroad
was
built
first
to
Macon
,
in
the
heart
of
Georgia
,
and
then
north
through
Gerald
's
own
county
to
Atlanta
,
to
link
up
with
the
other
two
roads
and
give
Savannah
's
harbor
a
highway
to
the
West
.
From
the
same
junction
point
,
the
young
Atlanta
,
a
fourth
railroad
was
constructed
southwestward
to
Montgomery
and
Mobile
.
Born
of
a
railroad
,
Atlanta
grew
as
its
railroads
grew
.
With
the
completion
of
the
four
lines
,
Atlanta
was
now
connected
with
the
West
,
with
the
South
,
with
the
Coast
and
,
through
Augusta
,
with
the
North
and
East
.
It
had
become
the
crossroads
of
travel
north
and
south
and
east
and
west
,
and
the
little
village
leaped
to
life
.
In
a
space
of
time
but
little
longer
than
Scarlett
's
seventeen
years
,
Atlanta
had
grown
from
a
single
stake
driven
in
the
ground
into
a
thriving
small
city
of
ten
thousand
that
was
the
center
of
attention
for
the
whole
state
.
The
older
,
quieter
cities
were
wont
to
look
upon
the
bustling
new
town
with
the
sensations
of
a
hen
which
has
hatched
a
duckling
.
Why
was
the
place
so
different
from
the
other
Georgia
towns
?
Why
did
it
grow
so
fast
?
After
all
,
they
thought
,
it
had
nothing
whatever
to
recommend
it
--
only
its
railroads
and
a
bunch
of
mighty
pushy
people
.
The
people
who
settled
the
town
called
successively
Terminus
,
Marthasville
and
Atlanta
,
were
a
pushy
people
.
Restless
,
energetic
people
from
the
older
sections
of
Georgia
and
from
more
distant
states
were
drawn
to
this
town
that
sprawled
itself
around
the
junction
of
the
railroads
in
its
center
.
They
came
with
enthusiasm
.
They
built
their
stores
around
the
five
muddy
red
roads
that
crossed
near
the
depot
.
They
built
their
fine
homes
on
Whitehall
and
Washington
streets
and
along
the
high
ridge
of
land
on
which
countless
generations
of
moccasined
Indian
feet
had
beaten
a
path
called
the
Peachtree
Trail
.
They
were
proud
of
the
place
,
proud
of
its
growth
,
proud
of
themselves
for
making
it
grow
.
Let
the
older
towns
call
Atlanta
anything
they
pleased
.
Atlanta
did
not
care
.
Scarlett
had
always
liked
Atlanta
for
the
very
same
reasons
that
made
Savannah
,
Augusta
and
Macon
condemn
it
.
Like
herself
,
the
town
was
a
mixture
of
the
old
and
new
in
Georgia
,
in
which
the
old
often
came
off
second
best
in
its
conflicts
with
the
self-willed
and
vigorous
new
.
Moreover
,
there
was
something
personal
,
exciting
about
a
town
that
was
born
--
or
at
least
christened
--
the
same
year
she
was
christened
.
