But the flight was still more terrible.

Into the bayou horses and men rolled down together.

The deep black stream became red; it was choked up with their dead bodies, while the mire and water of the morass was literally bridged with the smothered mules and horses and soldiers." "The battle began at three o'clock; but we heard the firing only for a very short time," said Antonia.
"After we reached their breastworks it lasted just eighteen minutes.

At four, the whole Mexican army was dead, or flying in every direction, and the pursuit and slaughter continued until twilight.

Truly an unseen power made all our moves for us.