Bright and dry.
The demonstration of
the enemy yesterday, on both sides of the river, was merely reconnoissances.
Our pickets were driven in, but were soon re-established in their former
positions.
The Secretary of War
is now reaping plaudits from his friends, who are permitted to bring flour
enough from the Valley to subsist their families twelve months. The poor men in
the army (the rich are not in it) can get nothing for their families, and there
is a prospect of their starving.
Gen. Hood is a
prophet. I saw a letter from him, to-day, to the President, opposing Gen.
Morgan's last raid into Kentucky: predicting that if he returned at all, it
would be with a demoralized handful of men—which turned out to be the case. He
said if Morgan had been with Gen. Jones in the Valley, we might not have been
compelled to confess a defeat, and lament the loss of a fine officer.
They do not take
Confederate notes in the Valley, but sell flour for $8 per barrel in gold,
which is equal to $200 in paper; and it costs nearly $100 to bring it here.
Chickens are selling in market for $7 each, paper, or 37½ cents, specie.
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