[199] daylight on Saturday morning, they passed up in sight of the Federal gunboats. At the Chickahominy, a bridge was constructed across, and the cannon passed over, with the exception of one caisson, which was lost, the cavalry swimming their horses. Considerable quantities of oranges, lemons, pine-apples, raisins, and other delicacies, rare in this section, secured from the spoils captured from the enemy, were brought to this city yesterday. Much praise is accorded Gen. Stuart by his command for his bravery and coolness, he being the first to plunge his horse into the Chickahominy in regaining this side, remarking, as he did so: “There may be danger ahead, men, but I will see. Follow me.” We learn that McClellan's telegraph communication with Fortress Monroe and Washington was cut by the cavalry, about three miles this side of the White House. The horses and mules captured from the enemy arrived in the city yesterday. The mules are fine-looking animals, and will be quite an acquisition to the transportation department. The prisoners taken were made to swim the Chickahominy, or a portion of them. In their circuit round, the cavalry came upon and burned several small Yankee camps and five or six sutlers' stores, one of them filled with coffee. The Federal property destroyed will certainly amount to one million of dollars. The men were in the saddle forty-eight hours--men and horses being without food or sleep for that period. Throughout the city yesterday, the “circuitriding” of the entire length of the enemy's lines by Gen. Stuart, was regarded as the most dashing and successful feat of the war. In the North, it will doubtless afford the papers an opportunity of heralding “another great Union victory.” They are welcome to all such, and as many more as they can gain. Between four and five o'clock yesterday evening, the negroes, miles and Yankees captured by Gen. Stuart, (an account of whose exploit will be found elsewhere,) were marched up Main street under an escort of cavalry. The Yankees, on foot, marched first, between files of horsemen; the negroes came next, some on foot and others in wagons; while the mules, to the number of two hundred, unbridled and of their own accord, followed the procession in a drove. At the corner of Eighteenth street, the Yankees and negroes were wheeled to the left, and conducted to the Libby prison, while the mules were sent to stables in another direction. On their arrival at the Libby prison there were found to be one hundred and forty-five Yankees and sixteen negroes. We give the names of the officers, together with their rank and the place of their capture. They were all taken on Friday, the thirteenth instant; Capt. James Magrath, company G, of the Forty-second New-York, and Lieut. John Price, of the Forty-second New-York, were captured at Tunstall's station, on the York River Railroad; Lieut. H. B. Masters, of the Fifty-fifth New-York, at the White House; and Lieut. Charles B. Davis, Sixth United States regular cavalry, Lieut. Wm. McLean, company H, Fifth United States regular cavalry, and Assistant-Surgeon Adam Trau, Fifth United States regular cavalry, at Old Church, Hanover. There were about twenty regulars among the privates, the balance being members of the Forty-second New-York volunteers. The whole party, negroes and all, had been drenched to the chin by the heavy rain that had just fallen, and, shivering with cold, their teeth chattered in chorus as their names were being registered. While the Yankees were being disposed of, an intelligent negro prisoner, named Selden, who belongs to Mr. Braxton Garlick, standing up in the wagon in which he had been brought to the city, entertained a large crowd of citizens with an account of the state of things in the neighborhood of Waterloo. His master, Mr. Garlick, is a refugee at present in Richmond. His farm, in Waterloo, is situated on the Pamunkey, six miles above the White House. He left home on the approach of the enemy, who, until dislodged on Friday, have been in quiet possession of his premises. We give Selden's account: His business was that of a weaver, but the Yankees on their arrival, destroyed his loom and put him to work in his master's corn and flour-mill, where he was employed when taken by our cavalry. Mr. Cross, a negro named Moses, and himself were running the mill. The Yankees took all the flour the mill could turn out, and paid cash for it. The Yankees had not injured anything of Mr. Garlick's except the loom, but they had treated Selden, individually, very badly. They took all his eggs and wrung all his chickens' necks and eat them before his eyes, and would not give him a cent. All of his master's negroes were at home. They were afraid to go with the Yankees. Being interrogated as to the circumstance of his capture by our men, Selden said:
About an hour by sun Friday evening, Mr. Clots, Moses and myself were at work in the mill. The Yankees were just eating supper. Some of them were in their tents, and some were sitting about under the trees. Suddenly I heard such a mighty hurrah out of doors that I thought heaven and earth had come together. Running to the door, I saw the Yankees running in every direction, and our men pursuing and catching them. One Yankee jumped into the Pamunkey and tried to swim across, but our men fired at him and he sunk directly. This was the only firing done.
