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Chapter 27

           Asshestoodthere,sheheardfromtheavenuethesoundofmanyhorses’feet,thejingleofbridlebitsandsabersrattlinginscabbardsandaharshvoicecryingacommand:"Dismount!"Swiftlyshebenttothechildbesideherandhervoicewasurgentbutoddlygentle.

           "Turnmeloose,Wade,honey!Yourundownthestairsquickandthroughthebackyardtowardtheswamp.MammywillbethereandAuntMelly.Runquickly,darling,anddon’tbeafraid."

           Atthechangeinhertone,theboylookedupandScarlettwasappalledatthelookinhiseyes,likeababyrabbitinatrap.

           "Oh,MotherofGod!"sheprayed."Don’tlethimhaveaconvulsion!NotnotbeforetheYankees.Theymustn’tknowweareafraid."And,asthechildonlygrippedherskirtthetighter,shesaidclearly:"Bealittleman,Wade.They’reonlyapasselofdamnYankees!"

           Andshewentdownthestepstomeetthem.

           ShermanwasmarchingthroughGeorgia,fromAtlantatothesea.BehindhimlaythesmokingruinsofAtlantatowhichthetorchhadbeensetasthebluearmytrampedout.BeforehimlaythreehundredmilesofterritoryvirtuallyundefendedsavebyafewstatemilitiaandtheoldmenandyoungboysoftheHomeGuard.

           Herelaythefertilestate,dottedwithplantations,shelteringthewomenandchildren,theveryoldandthenegroes.InaswatheightymileswidetheYankeeswerelootingandburning.Therewerehundredsofhomesinflames,hundredsofhomesresoundingwiththeirfootsteps.

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