Hurrah! we have met the enemy, and, as usual, have licked them.
Just as I had closed my letter, and was about to mail it, the following information came to hand, and without the shadow of a doubt you may rely upon it as being perfectly correct.
On yesterday, at 11 A. M., Maj. Hood, commanding several detachments of cavalry, met the enemy about the same spot where the gallant and lamented Dreux fell on Friday last, and gave their hides the most genteel tanning that donkey skins have received for a long time.
Our gallant boys killed four, wounded one, and took eleven prisoners among whom were two officers, a first and second lieutenant.
I have just seen the sword taken from the first lieutenant by that indomitable and gallant little Captain, Jeff. Phillips, of the "Old Dominion Dragoons." The enemy were all foreigners, and cried for quarters in the most approved "sweet German accent." How many more were wounded we do not know.
As usual, "nobody hurt" on our side. "Oats."