1 Life in the north Georgia county of Clayton was still new and, according to the standards of Augusta, Savannah and Charleston, a little crude.
2 The rolling foothill country of north Georgia was plowed in a million curves to keep the rich earth from washing down into the river bottoms.
3 She had put Savannah and its memories behind her when she left that gently mannered city by the sea, and, from the moment of her arrival in the County, north Georgia was her home.
4 Here in north Georgia was a rugged section held by a hardy people.
5 There was never any telling what north Georgians would do.
6 On both their mother's and their father's side they were Georgians, north Georgians, only a generation away from pioneers.
7 Train loads of troops passed through Jonesboro daily on their way north to Atlanta and Virginia.
8 When Gerald first moved to north Georgia, there had been no Atlanta at all, not even the semblance of a village, and wilderness rolled over the site.
9 There were no railroads then in north Georgia, and very few anywhere else.
10 But during the years before Gerald married Ellen, the tiny settlement, twenty-five miles north of Tara, slowly grew into a village and the tracks slowly pushed northward.
11 It had become the crossroads of travel north and south and east and west, and the little village leaped to life.
12 It was almost the last house on the north side of town.
13 Right now I don't know, except that we're marching north.
14 They dug in hastily in shallow pits to the north of the town in the valley of Peachtree Creek.
15 After a long interval in which her breathing finally quieted and her mind steadied, Scarlett heard the sound of faint voices from up the road, the tramping of many feet coming from the north.