by John Beauchamp Jones
MAY 31ST.—Clear, with hot sun.
Last evening there was some fighting on Lee’s right, and 125 prisoners were sent in.
This morning cannon and musketry could be distinctly heard east of my dwelling; but at 3 P.M. I have not been able to learn the extent of it or the result.
But the GREAT BATTLE is imminent. Troops have been coming over from the south side (Beauregard’s) for twenty hours, and marching down Main Street toward the Williamsburg road. It is doubtless a flank movement of Beauregard, and an attack on Grant may be expected any hour; and must occur, I think, tomorrow at furthest.
I have not learned that Butler has retired from his position—and if not, our communications must be in peril. But no matter, so Grant be beaten.
All the local troops are ordered to be in readiness to march at a moment’s warning, this evening or night.
