eted, not in the style of Cæsar's celebrated bridge over which we puzzled our brains in youthful days, but sufficiently strong to carry safely over all our men to the Charles City side. --Then the impromptu bridge was destroyed, and almost at the same moment a large U. S. force was seen hastily approaching the spot.--There is no danger now. The men laugh at the Yankees opposite, hurrah for Gen. Stuart, and once more take up the line of march.
A few hours were spent at the farm of Col. James M. Wilcox, in Charles City, in order to feed the jaded horses and allow the men a little rest.
Gen. Stuart, however, pressed on, and leaving the force under command of Col. Fitz Hugh Lee, of the 1st Cavalry, came to Gen. Lee's headquarters to report.
Col. Lee led the body in at his leisure, and arrived within our lines about day break Saturday morning. This is a plain, straight-forward statement of the affair — it is a dragoon's story.
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