We soon came up with the 36th Infantry, who, having thrown away their knapsacks, were rapidly pressing the pursuit.

The maledictions which burst from every side proved how severely the misfortune was felt by all, while the eager advance of the men bespoke how ardently they longed to repair the mishap.
Dark as was the night, we passed them in a gallop, when suddenly the officer who commanded the leading squadron called out to halt.
"Take care there, lads!" cried he; "I hear the infantry before us; we shall be down upon our own people." The words were hardly spoken, when a bright flash blazed out before us, and a smashing volley was poured into the squadron.
"The French! the French, by Jove!" said Hampden.

"Forward, boys! charge them!" Breaking into open order, to avoid our wounded comrades, several of whom had fallen by the fire, we rode down among them.

In a moment their order was broken, their ranks pierced, and fresh squadrons coming up at the instant, they were sabred to a man.
After this the French pursued their march in silence, and even when assembling in force we rode down upon their squares, they never halted nor fired a shot.

At Barba del Puerco, the ground being unfit for cavalry, the Thirty-sixth took our place, and pressed them hotly home.