---------------------- [excerpt, Gone With The Wind] -----------------------------------
CHAPTER 18
For the first time since the war began, Atlanta could hear the sound of battle. In the early morning hours before the noises of the town awoke, the cannon at Kennesaw Mountain could be heard faintly, far away, a low dim booming that might have passed for summer thunder.
Occasionally it was loud enough to be heard even above the rattle of traffic at noon.
People tried not to listen to it, tried to talk, to laugh, to carry on their business, just as though the Yankees were not there, twenty-two miles away, but always ears were strained for the sound.
The town wore a preoccupied look, for no matter what occupied their hands, all were listening, listening, their hearts leaping suddenly a hundred times a day. Was the booming louder? Or did they only think it was louder?
Would General Johnston hold them this time?
Would he?
Panic lay just beneath the surface....
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