bonnet and； no doubt； rumple her dress。 So she pretended she had not heard Uncle Peter’s suggestion。
“Maybe I’ll learn about babies sometime；” she thought irritably； as the carriage jolted and swayed out of the morass surrounding the station； “but I’m never going to like fooling with them。” And as Wade’s face went purple with his squalling； she snapped crossly： “Give him that sugar…tit in your pocket； Priss。 Anything to make him hush。 I know he’s hungry； but I can’t do anything about that now。”
Prissy produced the sugar…tit； given her that morning by Mammy； and the baby’s wails subsided。 With quiet restored and with the new sights that met her eyes； Scarlett’s spirits began to rise a little。 When Uncle Peter finally maneuvered the carriage out of the mudholes and onto Peachtree Street； she felt the first surge of interest she had known in months。 How the town had grown！ It was not much more than a year since she had last been here； and it did not seem possible that the little Atlanta she knew could have changed so much。
For the past year； she had been so engrossed in her own woes； so bored by any mention of war； she did not know that from the minute the fighting first began； Atlanta had been transformed。 The same railroads which had made the town the crossroads of commerce in time of peace were now of vital strategic importance in time of war。 Far from the battle lines； the town and its railroads provided the connecting link between the two armies of the Confederacy； the army in Virginia and the army in Tennessee and the West And Atlanta likewise linked both of the armies with the deeper South from which they drew their supplies。 Now； in response to the needs of war； Atlanta had become a manufacturing center； a hospital base and one of the South’s chief depots for the collecting of food and supplies for the armies in the field。
Scarlett looked about her for the little town she remembered so well。 It was gone。 The town she was now seeing was like a baby grown overnight into a busy； sprawling giant。
Atlanta was humming like a beehive； proudly conscious of its importance to the Confederacy； and work was going forward night and day toward turning an agricultural section into an industrial one。 Before the war there had been few cotton factories； woolen mills； arsenals and machine shops south of Maryland—a fact of which all Southerners were proud。 The South produced statesmen and soldiers； planters and doctors； lawyers and poets； but certainly not engineers or mechanics。 Let the Yankees adopt such low callings。 But now the Confederate ports were stoppered with Yankee gunboats； only a trickle of blockade…run goods was slipping in from Europe； and the South was desperately trying to manufacture her own war materials。 The North could call on the whole world for supplies and for soldiers； and thousands of Irish and Germans were pouring into the Union Army； lured by the bounty money offered by the North。 The South could only turn in upon itself。
In Atlanta； there were machine factories tediously turning out machinery to manufacture war materials—tediously； because there were few machines in the South from which they could model and nearly every wheel and cog had to be made from drawings that came through the blockade from England。 There were strange faces on the streets of Atlanta now； and citizens who a year ago would have pricked op their ears at the sound of even a Western accent paid no heed to the foreign tongues of Europeans who had run the blockade to build machines and turn out Confederate munitions。 Skilled men these； without whom the Confederacy would have been hard put to make pistols； rifles； cannon and powder。
Almost the poising of the town’s heart could be felt as the work went forward night and day； pumping the materials of war up the railway arteries to the two battle fronts。 Trains roared in and out of the town at all hours。 Soot from the newly erected factories fell in showers on the white houses。 By night； the furnaces glowed and the hammers clanged long after townsfolk were abed。 Where vacant lots had been a year before； there were now factories turning out harness； saddles and shoes； ordnance…supply plants making rifles and cannon； rolling mills and foundries producing iron rails and freight cars to replace those destroyed by the Yankees； and a variety of industries manufacturing spurs； bridle bits； buckles； tents； buttons； pistols and swords。 Already the foundries were beginning to feel the lack of iron； for little or none came through the blockade； and the mines in Alabama were standing almost idle while the miners were at the front。 There were no iron picket fences； iron summerhouses； iron gates or even iron statuary on the lawns of Atlanta now； for they had early found their way into the melting pots of the rolling mills。
Here along Peachtree Street and near…by streets were the headquarters of the various army departments； each office swarming with uniformed men； the commissary； the signal corps； the mail service； the railway transport； the provost marshal。 On the outskirts of town were the remount depots where horses and mules milled about in large corrals； and along side streets were the hospitals。 As Uncle Peter told her about them； Scarlet felt that Atlanta must be a city of the wounded； for there were general hospitals； contagious hospitals； convalescent hospitals without number。 And every day the trains just below Five Points disgorged more sick and more wounded。
The little town was gone and the face of the rapidly growing city was animated with never…ceasing energy and bustle。 The sight of so much hurrying made Scarlett； fresh from rural leisure and quiet； almost breathless； but she liked it。 There was an exciting atmosphere about the place that uplifted her。 It was as if she could actually feel the accelerated steady pulse of the town’s heart beating in time with her own。
As they slowly made their way through the mudholes of the town’s chief street； she noted with interest all the new buildings and the new faces。 The sidewalks were crowded with men in uniform； bearing the insignia of all ranks and all service branches； the narrow street was jammed with vehicles—carriages； buggies； ambulances； covered army wagons with profane drivers swearing as the mules struggled through the ruts； gray…clad couriers dashed spattering through the streets from one headquarters to another； bearing orders and telegraphic dispatches； convalescents limped about on crutches； usually with a solicitous lady at either elbow； bugle and drum and barked orders sounded from the drill fields where the recruits were being turned into soldiers； and with her heart in her throat； Scarlett had her first sight of Yankee uniforms； as Uncle Peter pointed with his whip to a detachment of dejected…looking bluecoats being shepherded toward the depot by a squad of Confederates with fixed bayonets； to entrain for the prison camp。
“Oh；” thought Scarlett； with the first feeling of real pleasure she had experienced since the day of the barbecue； I’m going to like it here！ It’s so alive and exciting！”
The town was even more alive than she realized； for there were new barrooms by the dozens； prostitutes； following the army； swarmed the town and bawdy houses were blossoming with women to the consternation of the church people。 Every hotel； boarding house and private residence was crammed with visitors who had come to be near wounded relatives in the big Atlanta hospitals。 There were parties and balls and bazaars every week and war weddings without number； with the grooms on furlough in bright gray and gold braid and the brides in blockade…run finery； aisles of crossed swords； toasts drunk in blockaded champagne and tearful farewells。 Nightly the dark tree…lined streets resounded with dancing feet； and from parlors tinkled pianos where soprano voices blended with those of soldier guests in the pleasing melancholy of “The Bugles Sang Truce” and “Your Letter Came； but Came Too Late”—plaintive ballads that brought exciting tears to soft eyes which had never known the tears of real grief。
As they progressed down the street； through the sucking mud； Scarlett bubbled over with questions and Peter answered them； pointing here and there with his whip； proud to display his knowledge。
“Dat air de arsenal。 Yas’m； dey keeps guns an’ sech lak dar。 No’m； dem air ain’ sto’s； dey’s blockade awfisses。 Law； Miss Scarlett； doan you know whut blockade awfisses is？ Dey’s awfisses whar furriners stays dat buy us Confedruts’ cotton an’ ship it outer Cha’ston and Wilmin’ton an’ ship us back gunpowder。 No’m； Ah ain’ sho whut kine of furriners dey is。 Miss Pitty； she say dey is Inlish but kain nobody unnerstan a’ wud dey says。 Yas’m ‘tis pow’ful smoky an’ de soot jes’ ruinin’ Miss Pitty’s silk cuttins。 If frum de foun’ry an’ de rollin’ mills。 An’ de noise dey meks at night！ Kain nobody sleep。 No’m； Ah kain stop fer you ter look around。 Ah done promise Miss Pitty Ah bring you straight home。 … Miss Scarlett； mek yo’ cu’tsy。 Dar’s Miss Merriwether an’ Miss Elsing a…bowin’ to you。”
Scarlett vaguely remembered two ladies of those names who came from Atlanta to Tara to attend her wedding and she remembered that they were Miss Pittypat’s best friends。 So she turned quickly where Uncle Peter pointed and bowed。 The two were sitting in a carriage outside a drygoods store。 The proprietor and two clerks stood on the sidewalk with armfuls of bolts of cotton cloth they had been displaying。 Mrs。 Merriwether was a tall； stout woman and so tightly corseted that her bust jutted forward like the prow of a ship。 Her iron…gray hair was eked out by a curled false fringe that was proudly brown and disdained to match the rest of her hair。 She had a round； highly colored face in which was combined good…natured shrewdness and the habit of command。 Mrs。 Elsing was younger； a thin frail woman； who had been a beauty； and about her there still clung a faded freshness； a dainty imperious air。
These two ladies with a third； Mrs。 Whiting； were the pillars of Atlanta。 They ran the three churches to which they belonged； the clergy； the choirs and the parishioners。 They organized bazaars and presided over sewing circle