of victory or disaster, seemed to be lit up with pleasure at every fresh report that a greater number of the enemy had crossed the river.
With the gathering darkness Stuart returned to our cavalry headquarters, attended by the members of his Staff, for a short interim of rest, each one of us looking forward with good confidence and certain hope, in common with our whole army, to the great battle which, in all human probability, would be joined at an early hour of the following day.
At an early hour of the morning we were again assembled on Lee's Hill, viewing the plain beneath us, from which the fogs of the night were just rising, and where the rays of the newly-risen sun revealed many thousands of Yankees who had crossed from the Stafford side of the river since the previous afternoon.
The enemy seemed as busy as bees.
Long trains of artillery and ammunition and provision waggons were to be seen descending the heights on the opposite side, and interminable c