the capital, seven short miles, are San Antonio and Churubusco; and these are being enveloped by the victors of Contreras. Let us push on, so that our comrades of the other divisions shall not do all the fighting. Now, three cheers for victory!"
They cheered thunderously. The drums rolled. The two other regiments—Second and Third Artillery—were cheering. But see! The Second Brigade had passed—was obliquing out over the lava field, on the west or left, as if to make circuit and attack the enemy's flank. The ranks and their flags dipped amidst the sharp ridges.
"Companies, right wheel—march! Forward, quick—march!"
Huzzah! The First Brigade also was off. The time was about eight o'clock in this morning of August 20.
In a few minutes the breastworks of San Antonio village were plainly visible not half a mile up the road. They extended to the lava on the west; on the east they stretched through marshy ground in shape of a long quarter circle bending back so as to front the bogs of the lake.
The lava side was bad enough, but the other side was worse. The First Brigade kept on by the road.
"Fourth Battalion, by the left flank—march! Hurry up, men!"
Assistant Adjutant-General Mackall, of the division staff, had shouted. The ranks of the Fourth immediately left-faced. In double file they scrambled down from the high road and formed company front again in the muddy cornfield that lay between the road and the lava field.
