Once, they say, even Atlanta slept dull and drowsy at the foot-hills of the Alleghanies, until the iron baptism of war awakened her with its sullen waters, aroused and maddened her, and left her listening to the sea.
Describing Atlanta's origins, this passage personifies the city's awakening and transformation through the American Civil War.
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