General Scott therefore was confident. He had no notion of being beaten; he made no mention of what to do in case that his troops were driven back. All his order read: "Go ahead."
"Twiggs has the honors this time," Lieutenant Smith remarked. "Why, that old fire-eater will capture the whole bag before the rest of us ever catch up with him!"
The Second had a good head start, at least. Then, shortly after noon, a wave of heavy gunfire rolled in from the northwest—the direction taken by the Twiggs division. Great clouds of smoke welled up, three miles distant; the heights of Cerro Gordo were veiled, and the smoke extended down and rose again.
The Second Division was in battle! General Scott evidently had expected this. In about an hour the long roll beat for General Shields' brigade, in the Volunteer camp; out they went, at quick time—the Second New York and the Third and Fourth Illinois, and three twenty-four-pounders.
General Scott himself might be seen, sitting his horse, upon a little rise of the valley bottom, gazing steadily at the smoke through his glass. Very calm and collected he appeared. His aides galloped forward as if to get the news.
All that afternoon the booming of cannon and the drumming of musketry continued. No bad news came back. At sunset the firing died away. An aide from General Twiggs raced in and reported to General Scott. Speedily there were cheers.
Captain Gore of the company hastened forward to learn what he might. He returned.
"The movement by General Twiggs has been
