From camp Centreville.
the Seventh Alabama brigades, and Fifteenth Regiment--reported advance of the enemy — Readiness of our soldiers to meet the enemy — improved health of the camp, &c.
[correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.]
Camp Near Centreville, Oct. 29, 1861.
As your paper is widely circulated hereabouts, and as I have not yet seen our brigade (the 7th) and regiment (the 15th Alabama) mentioned by your valuable correspondent ‘#x34;Bohemian," ’ I will hereby introduce both our brigade and regiment to the general reader.
We are stationed at present to the right of Centreville
, in Johnson
's Division, impatiently awaiting the tardy advance of an inflated and boastful enemy, whose self-conceit is only equaled by his superlative cowardice — at least his actions justify that conclusion.
But we will discard theory and deal with facts.
We are here, prepared to meet and repel the enemy, and I firmly believe I but express the entire sentiment of our brigade, in asserting that we are, each and all, eager for the contest.
In this connection, I will relate an incident of recent occurrence.
I saw in your paper, a few days ago, the Northern
account of the Fairfax scare
of General Wadsworth
, two weeks since, in which our forces were stated as being three regiments of infantry and one of cavalry.
Our regiment, (the 15th Alabama, Col. Jas. Coutey
commanding,) was out on picket duty that day in and about Fairfax Court-House, and late in the afternoon, when we were marching through the village, on our return to camp, Col. Coutey
was informed that the enemy were advancing, and were then within one mile of us.
I have seen many sudden transitions of the facial muscles; many a dull eye beam brighter with the inward-wrought scintillation of a powerful emotion, but none to surpass the calm but haughty look of defiance with which our gallant Colonel
ordered the formation of our line of battle, or the alacrity displayed by those under his command, on this occasion.
Immediately on the formation of our line of battle, Company ‘"A"’ and the Quitman Guard
, Capt. Ben. Gardner
, were ordered to the opposite side of the village, where the enemy were approaching.--Our little band, of not more than seventy-five men, marched off with song and shout to meet an unknown number of the enemy.
Not a cheek blanched nor a muscle quivered.
When within six hundred yards of the foe, we saw them drawn up in battle array, partially concealed by a brick house and thick cluster of trees.
They had both cavalry and infantry.
Our squad (for you can call it nothing more) were halted by Lieutenant Colonel Trentlen
, commanding, who galloped forward to reconnoitre; but before his return the Yankees
ingloriously fled — not in regular order, as a General
's escort should
retire, but with a regular Bull Run,
or Jonathan Run.
Such is a correct account of the Fairfax scarc,
the Washington Star, et id omne genus,
to the contrary notwithstanding.
There has been much sickness in our brigade, but the health of the soldiers is much improved.
has made his appearance, and old Sol
's cheering beams cause his delicate fretwork to flash forth myriads of glittering globules ere they yield up their short reign of health and beauty.
Double mackinaws and heavy over coats are at a premium, and every northwest breeze breathes the air of winter.
Necessarily, this causes privations and suffering; yet not a murmur do we hear.
is endured cheerfully for the glorious cause in which we are engaged.
Unless the enemy offer us battle soon, I presume we will retire into winter quarters.
However, let the womb of the future disclose what it will, rest assured we have braced our nerve to repel the buffets of fortune.
G. M. R.