- ment had lost most of its horses in a storm on the
way, and not all the dragoons were mounted, either, for the same reason.
The uniform of the dragoons was short dark-blue jackets piped with yellow, and light blue trousers with yellow stripes down the seams, and buff saddle reinforcements on the inside legs; cavalry boots, and dress helmets floating a white horsehair plume. The Riflemen (who carried rifles instead of muskatoons) had green trimmings. It was said to be a dashing regiment, equal to the dragoons.
Suddenly, at ten o'clock precisely, in the city and at the castle of San Ulloa, down fluttered the Mexican red, white and green tricolor flags, while the Mexican cannon fired a salute to them; the red, white and blue rose in their place, and the salute by the army and navy guns was almost drowned by the great cheer from Jerry and all the rest of the non-*combatants. The two ranks of soldiers and sailors did not dare to cheer without orders, but they swelled with pride.
And here came the Mexican army, in a long column, out of the southern gate, with a lot more women and children (the soldiers' families) trudging beside, carrying bundles.
There were five thousand—infantry, artillery and cavalry—led by their bands. Their uniforms were dazzling: green and red, light blue and white, blue and red, whitish and red, red and yellow—many combinations, the officers being fairly covered with gilt and bright braid.
"Shuah, dey's most all gin'rals an' drum-*majors," Pompey exclaimed, admiring.
