[Footnote: Among these privates was the father of Davy Crockett.] The day after the battle the Americans fell back towards the mountains, fearing lest, while cumbered by prisoners and wounded, they should be struck by Tarleton or perhaps Cruger.

The prisoners were marched along on foot, each carrying one or two muskets, for twelve hundred stand of arms had been captured.

The Americans had little to eat, and were very tired; but the plight of the prisoners was pitiable.

Hungry, footsore, and heartbroken, they were hurried along by the fierce and boastful victors, who gloried in the vengeance they had taken, and recked little of such a virtue as magnanimity to the fallen.

The only surgeon in either force was Ferguson's.