November 30.—One of the coldest days I have experienced in a long time. The water froze in the buckets and pitchers in our rooms. My heart sickens when I think of the sufferings of our men. I have been told that many of them have scarcely enough clothes to cover them, and neither shoes nor stockings. We have had many come here in this plight. This makes me feel perfectly miserable; I wish I could forget it.
The good news which we heard yesterday, to-day is confirmed. The enemy pursued our people as far as Ringgold, when General Cleiburne, with his gallant command, turned and fought them, driving them back, killing and capturing thousands. Gen. C, I am told, is a brave officer. He is a son of that isle which has produced one of the princes of generals, Wellington; and I am told he is not without some of the fire that glowed in his illustrious countryman.
Troops are passing daily to reinforce this army.
