At daybreak a flag of truce from the rebel camp asking Gen, Blunt for an armistice of one day to bury their dead, and during that time they fellf back to Boston Mountains, if not farther.This fight occurred about six miles from here on Sunday, the 7th insfc. Our loss is about600 killed and wounded.- The rebels left their dead and wounded for us to bury and take care of. Wo havo buried up to last accounts 630, and there are 1,500 wounded and dying. The loss of life on tbeir side is awful This is no gammon, fori have seen the killed and wounded on both sides;their is about 2200, while onrs is 600.The rebels were under tho command uf Maj. Gen. Hindman.Serg’t James Duff is the only one of the Hannibal boys that is wounded, and how balls come so thick and not wound us all the Lord only knows- Duff is wounded in the thigh and calf of the leg. I think he is all right, but of course it will be a long time before he will be able to get around, although he can walk a little,I was hit on the leg by a spent ball but it did not go through my pants. It just makes my leg a little stiff. I am in good health but am tired; to-night is the first warm meal I have eaten for five days.1 This light was on the edge of Valley Prairie in Washington county, Arkansas, and one ot thoae “bunday’’ fights, which all through have been the bloodiest of the war.—oThis was a bloody fight, and many tho man who fell fighting nobly for the stars and stripes, but let us fight them, and by thegrace of God we will conquer. I feel that we are right, that wc are fighting for the best Government that God ever let the sun shine on—fighting (or our rights, fighting for our homes and inmates and to crush out the mightiets rebellion that ever was on the earth, and I feel that God, who in His mercilal Providence, guides and directs all things, will eventually carry us through. Let ua pray that ho may—return thanks to Him who rulcth all—who preserves the soldier on the battle field, to Him whodoeth all things well, let us give thanks.If I had language I would represent the battle field to you. You have no idea what it is. A person who participates in a fight thinks but little when he is fighting, but to go over the field after the fight to pick up the dead and wouuded and the fragments of men who have been hit with cannon ball it is heart-rending. But I must close ; my letter is growing lengthy. H. S. J.