Friday night, 27th.
Yesterday afternoon I took a drive with Halsey and as soon
as we got on Church Hill we heard the cannon and it seems the fight had begun
at 3 o'clock in the afternoon instead of at daylight as it had been arranged.
Your father got back after twelve last night. The news was all good, as you
have seen, I suppose. We had driven them from Mechanicsville and taken several
batteries, etc. The battle was to be renewed this morning at daybreak, and
accordingly, off went Papa, and I don't expect to see him again until midnight
or maybe to-morrow. Robert Nicholas, however, told me about sundown that he had
left him well an hour or two before and that the Yankees had been driven back
six miles. All the accounts we have yet received, altho' meagre, yet agree that
we are in hot pursuit and the enemy trying to get away. God grant that our
victory may be complete! I will write more to-morrow when I can tell you what
your father says. Good night.
SOURCE: Louise Wigfall Wright, A Southern Girl in
’61, p. 81-2
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