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eade before the import of his last words broke upon her。 Then in superstitious terror she crossed herself and tried to say a prayer。 He had spoken of death； just as Ashley had done； and now Ashley— No one should ever speak of death！ It was tempting Providence to mention death。 As the three women started silently back to the hospital in the rain； Scarlett was praying： “Not him； too； God。 Not him and Ashley； too！”
The retreat from Dalton to Kennesaw Mountain had taken from early May to mid…June and as the hot rainy days of June passed and Sherman failed to dislodge the Confederates from the steep slippery slopes； hope again raised its head。 Everyone grew more cheerful and spoke more kindly of General Johnston。 As wet June days passed into a wetter July and the Confederates； fighting desperately around the entrenched heights； still held Sherman at bay； a wild gaiety took hold of Atlanta。 Hope went to their heads like champagne。 Hurrah！ Hurrah！ We’re holding them！ An epidemic of parties and dances broke out。 Whenever groups of men from the fighting were in town for the night； dinners were given for them and afterwards there was dancing and the girls； outnumbering the men ten to one； made much of them and fought to dance with them。
Atlanta was crowded with visitors； refugees； families of wounded men in the hospitals； wives and mothers of soldiers fighting at the mountain who wished to be near them in case of wounds。 In addition； bevies of belles from the country districts； where all remaining men were under sixteen or over sixty； descended upon the town。 Aunt Pitty disapproved highly of these last； for she felt they had come to Atlanta for no reason at all except to catch husbands； and the shamelessness of it made her wonder what the world was coming to。 Scarlett disapproved； too。 She did not care for the eager competition furnished by the sixteen…year…olds whose fresh cheeks and bright smiles made one forget their twice…turned frocks and patched shoes。 Her own clothes were prettier and newer than most； thanks to the material Rhett Butler had brought her on the last boat he ran in； but； after all； she was nineteen and getting along and men had a way of chasing silly young things。
A widow with a child was at a disadvantage with these pretty minxes； she thought But in these exciting days her widowhood and her motherhood weighed less heavily upon her than ever before。 Between hospital duties in the day time and parties at night； she hardly ever saw Wade。 Sometimes she actually forgot； for long stretches； that she had a child。
In the warm wet summer nights； Atlanta’s homes stood open to the soldiers； the town’s defenders。 The big houses from Washington Street to Peachtree Street blazed with lights； as the muddy fighters in from the rifle pits were entertained； and the sound of banjo and fiddle and the scrape of dancing feet and light laughter carried far on the night air。 Groups hung over pianos and voices sang lustily the sad words of “Your Letter Came but Came Too Late” while ragged gallants looked meaningly at girls who laughed from behind turkey…tail fans； begging them not to wait until it was too late。 None of the girls waited； if they could help it。 With the tide of hysterical gaiety and excitement flooding the city； they rushed into matrimony。 There were so many marriages that month while Johnston was holding the enemy at Kennesaw Mountain； marriages with the bride turned out in blushing happiness and the hastily borrowed finery of a dozen friends and the groom with saber banging at patched knees。 So much excitement； so many parties； so many thrills！ Hurrah！ Johnston is holding the Yanks twenty…two miles away！
Yes； the lines around Kennesaw Mountain were impregnable。 After twenty…five days of fighting； even General Sherman was convinced of this； for his losses were enormous。 Instead of continuing the direct assault； he swung his army in a wide circle again and tried to come between the Confederates and Atlanta。 Again； the strategy worked。 Johnston was forced to abandon the heights he had held so well； in order to protect his rear。 He had lost a third of his men in that fight and the remainder slogged tiredly through the rain across the country toward the Chattahoochee River。 The Confederates could expect no more reinforcements； whereas the railroad； which the Yankees now held from Tennessee south to the battle line； brought Sherman fresh troops and supplies daily。 So the gray lines went back through the muddy fields； back toward Atlanta。
With the loss of the supposedly unconquerable position； a fresh wave of terror swept the town。 For twenty…five wild； happy days； everyone had assured everyone else that this could not possibly happen。 And now it had happened！ But surely the General would hold the Yankees on the opposite bank of the river。 Though God knows the river was close enough； only seven miles away！
But Sherman flanked them again； crossing the stream above them； and the weary gray files were forced to hurry across the yellow water and throw themselves again between the invaders and Atlanta。 They dug in hastily in shallow pits to the north of the town in the valley of Peachtree Creek。 Atlanta was in agony and panic。
Fight and fall back！ Fight and fall back！ And every retreat was bringing the Yankees closer to the town。 Peachtree Creek was only five miles away！ What was the General thinking about？
The cries of “Give us a man who will stand and fight！” penetrated even to Richmond。 Richmond knew that if Atlanta was lost； the war was lost； and after the army had crossed the Chattahoochee； General Johnston was removed from command。 General Hood； one of his corps commanders； took over the army； and the town breathed a little easier。 Hood wouldn’t retreat。 Not that tall Kentuckian； with his flowing beard and flashing eye！ He had the reputation of a bulldog。 He’d drive the Yankees back from the creek； yes； back across the river and on up the road every step of the way back to Dalton。 But the army cried： “Give us back Old Joe！” for they had been with Old Joe all the weary miles from Dalton and they knew； as the civilians could not know； the odds that had opposed them。
Sherman did not wait for Hood to get himself in readiness to attack。 On the day after the change in command； the Yankee general struck swiftly at the little town of Decatur； six miles beyond Atlanta； captured it and cut the railroad there。 This was the railroad connecting Atlanta with Augusta； with Charleston； and Wilmington and with Virginia。 Sherman had dealt the Confederacy a crippling blow。 The time had come for action！ Atlanta screamed for action！
Then； on a July afternoon of steaming heat； Atlanta had its wish。 General Hood did more than stand and fight。 He assaulted the Yankees fiercely at Peachtree Creek； hurling his men from their rifle pits against the blue lines where Sherman’s men outnumbered him more than two to one。
Frightened； praying that Hood’s attack would drive the Yankees back； everyone listened to the sound of booming cannon and the crackling of thousands of rifles which； though five miles away from the center of town； were so loud as to seem almost in the next block。 They could hear the rumblings