“Now, my lads, give them a Cerro Gordo shout!” he bellowed. “One, two, three—huzzah!”
“Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!” The twenty-five hundred cheered with one voice in a deafening burst. Jerry, Hannibal, and every comrade in the crowd joined wildly. The bands blared, the drums rolled, the fifes squeaked.
“By company, right wheel! Quick—march!”
The division broke into column of companies.
“Columns, forward—march! Guide—right!”
“Break into platoons—march!”
Away tramped the Second Division, bands playing, drums beating, cannon rumbling, flags flying.
“Hi!” Pompey chuckled, having squirmed up beside Jerry and Hannibal. “Santy Annie, he done heah dat shout, an’ he’s a-sayin’: ‘Dem Yankees is comin’! Now where I gwine?’”