To make matters worse,a vague distrust of those in high places had begun to creep over the civilian population.Many newspapers were outspoken in their denunciation of President Davis himself and the manner in which he prosecuted the war.There were dissensions within the Confederate cabinet,disagreements between President Davis and his generals.The currency was falling rapidly.Shoes and clothing for the army were scarce,ordnance supplies and drugs were scarcer.The railroads needed new cars to take the place of old ones and new iron rails to replace those torn up by the Yankees.The generals in the field were crying out for fresh troops,and there were fewer and fewer fresh troops to be had.Worst of all,some of the state governors,Governor Brown of Georgia among them,were refusing to send state militia troops and arms out of their borders.There were thousands of able-bodied men in the state troops for whom the army was frantic,but the government pleaded for them in vain.
With the new fall of currency,prices soared again.Beef,pork and butter cost thirty-five dollars a pound,flour fourteen hundred dollars a barrel,soda one hundred dollars a pound,tea five hundred dollars a pound.Warm clothing,when it was available at all,had risen to such prohibitive prices that Atlanta ladies were lining their old dresses with rags and reinforcing them with newspapers to keep out the wind.Shoes cost from two hundred to eight hundred dollars a pair,depending on whether they were made of “cardboard”or real leather.Ladies now wore gaiters made of their old wool shawls and cut-up carpets.The soles were made of wood.
The truth was that the North was holding the South in a virtual state of siege,though many did not yet realize it.The Yankee gunboats had tightened the mesh at the ports and very few ships were now able to slip past the blockade.
The South had always lived by selling cotton and buying the things it did not produce,but now it could neither sell nor buy.Gerald O'Hara had three years'crops of cotton stored under the shed near the gin house at Tara,but little good it did him.In Liverpool it would bring one hundred and fifty thousand dollars,but there was no hope of getting it to Liverpool.Gerald had changed from a wealthy man to a man who was wondering how he would feed his family and his negroes through the winter.
Throughout the South,most of the cotton planters were in the same fix.With the blockade closing tighter and tighter,there was no way to get the South's money crop to its market in England,no way to bring in the necessaries which cotton money had brought in years gone by.And the agricultural South,waging war with the industrial North,was needing so many things now,things it had never thought of buying in times of peace.
It was a situation made to order for speculators and profiteers,and men were not lacking to take advantage of it.As food and clothing grew scarcer and prices rose higher and higher,the public outcry against the speculators grew louder and more venomous.In those early days of 1864,no newspaper could be opened that did not carry scathing editorials denouncing the speculators as vultures and bloodsucking leeches and calling upon the government to put them down with a hard hand.The government did its best,but the efforts came to nothing,for the government was harried by many things.
Against no one was feeling more bitter than against Rhett Butler.He had sold his boats when blockading grew too hazardous,and he was now openly engaged in food speculation.The stories about him that came back to Atlanta from Richmond and Wilmington made those who had received him in other days writhe with shame.
In spite of all these trials and tribulations,Atlanta's ten thousand population had grown to double that number during the war.Even the blockade had added to Atlanta's prestige.From time immemorial,the coast cities had dominated the South,commercially and otherwise.But now with the ports closed and many of the port cities captured or besieged,the South's salvation depended upon itself.The interior section was what counted,if the South was going to win the war,and Atlanta was now the center of things.The people of the town were suffering hardship,privation,sickness and death as severely as the rest of the Confederacy;but Atlanta,the city,had gained rather than lost as a result of the war.Atlanta,the heart of the Confederacy,was still beating full and strong,the railroads that were its arteries throbbing with the never-ending flow of men,munitions and supplies.
In other days,Scarlett would have been bitter about her shabby dresses and patched shoes but now she did not care,for the one person who mattered was not there to see her.She was happy those two months,happier than she had been in years.Had she not felt the start of Ashley's heart when her arms went round his neck?seen that despairing look on his face which was more an avowal than any words could be?He loved her.She was sure of that now,and this conviction was so pleasant she could even be kinder to Melanie.She could be sorry for Melanie now,sorry with a faint contempt for her blindness,her stupidity.
“When the war is over!”she thought.“When it's over—then ...”
Sometimes she thought with a small dart of fear:“What then?”But she put the thought from her mind.When the war was over,everything would be settled,somehow.If Ashley loved her,he simply couldn't go on living with Melanie.
But then,divorce was unthinkable;and Ellen and Gerald,staunch Catholics that they were,would never permit her to marry a divorced man.It would mean leaving the Church!Scarlett thought it over and decided that,in a choice between the Church and Ashley,she would choose Ashley.But,oh,it would make such a scandal!Divorced people were under the ban not only of the Church but of society.No divorced person was received.However,she would dare even that for Ashley.She would sacrifice anything for Ashley.
