Charleston and the Sea-Island Coast
I had been very much struck with the appearance of the horses we passed occasionally in enclosures, or gathered round some lonely roadside pine-wood shop, or post office, fastened to trees in the surrounding forest, and waiting for their riders. I had been always led to expect a great improvement in the breed of horses as we went southward, and the appearance of those I saw on the road was certainly in favor of the claim. They were generally small, but in good condition, and remarkable well made. They seemed to be tolerably well cared for, too; and those which we saw caparisoned were ornamented with gay saddlecloths, and rather a superfluity of trappings for civil animals.
At our dismal halt in the woods, while waiting for the railroad train, among our other spectators was a woman on horseback. Her steed was uncommonly pretty and well-limbed; but her costume was quite the most eccentric that can be imagined, accustomed as I am to the not over-rigid equipments of the Northern villages. But the North Carolinian damsel beat all Yankee girls I ever saw hollow, in the glorious contempt she exhibited for the external