June 25, 1863 Thundering booms of artillery shook the grot Rheva s feet, setting her heart to pounding as she s the shell-pocked hill. Tightening a supportive arm older woman at her side, she turned breathlessly t devastation being wreaked upon Vicksburg. The all but empty. Instead, the major portion of the p ascending the hills to seek the refuge of caves th in.biting for almost thirty-eight days. She darted up~rd. The evening sky was cobwebbed with criss lines\" of soaring bombshells as a rain of iror showered the streets of the besieged city. \"Rats to your holes!\" A wry grimace slipped across her face as t admonition reached her ears over the deafening dit soldiery could not resist humorously grim corn men, women, and children of the city continued ascent toward the damp, archaic protec~ion they against the relentless shelling of the Federal forc The frail woman beside her stumbled. Rheva s arm around her waist was inadequate to support l fell to her knees on the uneven terrain. \"Aunt Theodora!\" Her voice a ragged rasp, Rheva grasped the w arms in an attempt to pull her to her feet. The lin raised to hers bore a stunned expression, experienced a moment of panic. Even in her wasted
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