at the instant when the remainder of the First Brigade came in. Everybody was laughing and cheering, but there was no time to be lost.
"To the color! Beat to the color, drummers! Battalions, form companies! Forward—double time—march!"
The First Division ran on. The whole elevated road before was a sight. The two miles to Churubusco, lined by shade trees, was a solid jumble of Mexicans—infantry, artillery, lancers, camp followers and baggage wagons, flying for dear life. Wounded were dropping out, guns were being abandoned, teamsters and cannoneers were lashing their horses. It was a rout indeed.
And yonder in the northwest another rout pelted in: Santa Anna's reserves, from near Contreras, pursued hotly by the Twiggs Second Division, all aiming for Churubusco.
The First Division was right upon the heels of the San Antonio fugitives. The men were wild with excitement; nobody thought now of weariness.
