ntre column, under Col. Hunter--Gen. McDowell commanding in person.
I drove over last night to the General's Headquarters at Arlington House, and although he was absent, the whole appearance of things was exceedingly symptomatic of a forward move.
The servants were mysterious.
The General's horses, with those of his aids, stood saddled in the yard, with baskets of provisions slung across the saddles.
Regiments were blockading the roads — moving outwards without knapsacks or baggage.
Capt. Griffin's West Point battery stopped our carriage for half an hour.
All these things, with sundry others which it is not necessary to mention, coupled with hints and wise nods I had received from those whose position forbid them from doing more, satisfied me that the advance of the great army was close at hand.
I made up my mind, indeed, that the great body of our troops would encamp for the night at about eight miles from the Potomac — and that in the morning the first thing they would do wou