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Confederates should recapture the town. As far back as Chattanooga, while plans for the Atlanta campaign were being formed, Sherman had been revolving a subsequent march to the sea in case he was successful. He had not then made up his mind whether it should be in the direction of Mobile or Savannah, but his Meridian campaign, in Mississippi, had convinced him that the march was entirely feasible, and gradually he worked out in his mind its masterly details. At seven in the morning on November 16th, Sherman rode out along the Decatur road, passed his marching troops, and near the spot where his beloved McPherson had fallen, paused for a last look at the city. Behind us, he says, lay Atlanta, smouldering and in ruins, the black smoke rising high in air and hanging like a pall over the ruined city. All about could be seen the glistening gun-barrels and white-topped wagons, and the men marching steadily and rapidly with a cheery look and swinging pace. Some regimental band struck u
Confederates should recapture the town. As far back as Chattanooga, while plans for the Atlanta campaign were being formed, Sherman had been revolving a subsequent march to the sea in case he was successful. He had not then made up his mind whether it should be in the direction of Mobile or Savannah, but his Meridian campaign, in Mississippi, had convinced him that the march was entirely feasible, and gradually he worked out in his mind its masterly details. At seven in the morning on November 16th, Sherman rode out along the Decatur road, passed his marching troops, and near the spot where his beloved McPherson had fallen, paused for a last look at the city. Behind us, he says, lay Atlanta, smouldering and in ruins, the black smoke rising high in air and hanging like a pall over the ruined city. All about could be seen the glistening gun-barrels and white-topped wagons, and the men marching steadily and rapidly with a cheery look and swinging pace. Some regimental band struck u