1 I hates them, like all mountain folks hates them.
2 Her eyes met his, hers naked with pleading, his remote as mountain lakes under gray skies.
3 Her blurred old eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, and misery cried out in every line of her mountainous figure.
4 On the steep sides of the mountain they dug their rifle pits and on the towering heights they planted their batteries.
5 They had been driven back once when they had tried to break through the mountain passes of that region, and they would be driven back again.
6 The Yankees had taken Chattanooga and then had marched through the mountain passes into Georgia, but they had been driven back with heavy losses.
7 Mammy carefully dropped the twelve yards of green sprigged muslin over the mountainous petticoats and hooked up the back of the tight, low-cut basque.
8 The Yankees couldn't dislodge Old Joe's men and they could hardly flank them now for the batteries on the mountain tops commanded all the roads for miles.
9 When noon came, she put off her apron and sneaked away from the hospital while Mrs. Merriwether was busy writing a letter for a gangling, illiterate mountaineer.
10 For all his dirty, ragged clothes there was about him, as about most mountaineers, an air of fierce silent pride that permitted no liberties and tolerated no foolishness.
11 Atlanta was crowded with visitors, refugees, families of wounded men in the hospitals, wives and mothers of soldiers fighting at the mountain who wished to be near them in case of wounds.
12 He mounted the steps and came toward her and, even before he spoke, revealing in his tones a twang and a burring of "r s" unusual in the lowlands, Scarlett knew that he was mountain born.
13 They could not break the gray lines by direct assault and so, under cover of night, they marched through the mountain passes in a semicircle, hoping to come upon Johnston's rear and cut the railroad behind him at Resaca, fifteen miles below Dalton.