Other white flags waved along the hilltop.

But the killing did not yet cease.
It is said that many of the mountaineers did not know the significance of the white flag.

Sevier's sixteen-year-old son, having heard that his father had fallen, kept on furiously loading and firing until presently he saw Sevier ride in among the troops and command them to stop shooting men who had surrendered and thrown down their arms.
The victors made a bonfire of the enemy's baggage wagons and supplies.
Then they killed some of his beeves and cooked them; they had had neither food nor sleep for eighteen hours.

They dug shallow trenches for the dead and scattered the loose earth over them.

Ferguson's body, stripped of its uniform and boots and wrapped in a beef hide, was thrown into one of these ditches by the men detailed to the burial work, while the officers divided his personal effects among themselves.
The triumphant army turned homeward as the dusk descended.