Bright and quite
cold.
There was
skirmishing yesterday evening on the Chickahominy.
The armies are
confronting each other, but Grant is moving gradually to the right of us, as if
with an intention to reach the James River; but probably it is with the view of
enveloping us with his superior numbers, and the GREAT BATTLE may occur at any
hour. The train of cars, laden, in Broad Street, destined a few days ago
to transport provisions, etc. to Gen. Lee's army, are visited hourly by wagons
from the army, now in the immediate vicinity.
This morning the
Secretary's time is occupied in giving audience to citizens who have fled from
the vicinity of the enemy, but whose exaggerated accounts really furnish no
reliable information. Of what benefit, in such a crisis as this, is the tale of
desolation in the track of Grant's army, the destruction of crops, the robbery
of children of their silver cups and spoons, etc.? And yet these are the things
which occupy much time.
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