marched four miles, mostly up hill and at the double time to Tacubaya, and thence over and down.
Magruder's battery, which had done such service at Contreras, was with it; swerved to the west and opened upon the lancers; dispersed them in disorder.
The Mexican flight continued; the Mexican reinforcements countermarched around Chapultepec. The battle had been won—won by the First Division, the Cadwalader brigade of the Third, six companies of cavalry, Huger's two twenty-four-pounders, Drum's three six-pounders, and the Duncan spit-fires.
The hour was ten o'clock. Who would have thought that so much time had passed? General Scott had come upon the field. He could be seen, congratulating General Worth. It was not until noon that the dead and wounded had been placed in wagons for Tacubaya. And it was a tired but triumphant column that finally trudged—many a man using his musket for a crutch—up the hill and back to camp.
At the start the Casa-Mata powder magazine exploded with loud burst, according to plan. The smoke drifted into the faces of the Mexican garrison of Chapultepec, who peered down but stuck tight.
