. Southern generals, who they are, and what they have done . Dick Turpin, when chased by officers on theroad to York. His horse was a splendid black, with heavyreins and bit, cavalry saddle, and holsters: foam stood in alather upon him, and he was mud-splashed from head to rider, himself, bore no insignia of command: a commonblack felt hat, turned down in front, and up behind: a heavy,black overcoat, tightly buttoned: elegant riding-boots cover-ing the thigh ; a handsome sabre, carelessly slung by his side,and a heavy pair of Mexican spurs, that jingled and rattled onthe pavement as h
. Southern generals, who they are, and what they have done . Dick Turpin, when chased by officers on theroad to York. His horse was a splendid black, with heavyreins and bit, cavalry saddle, and holsters: foam stood in alather upon him, and he was mud-splashed from head to rider, himself, bore no insignia of command: a commonblack felt hat, turned down in front, and up behind: a heavy,black overcoat, tightly buttoned: elegant riding-boots cover-ing the thigh ; a handsome sabre, carelessly slung by his side,and a heavy pair of Mexican spurs, that jingled and rattled onthe pavement as he dismounted, were all that could be noticed,at a distance. A nearer view, however, showed a thick-set,full-faced, ruddy-coinplexioned man, with close-cut hair, andapparently some thirty years old. His eyes were bright, beam-ing, and, when lighted up, piercing, and full of deep expres-sion. A stranger, unaccustomed to the war, would at firsthave taken him to be a daring chief of some wild predatoryband ; and yet, a moment more would cause a change of opin-.
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