The oaths came so naturally that it seemed to be a habit with them.

They chewed tobacco freely, and now and then their white shirt fronts were stained with it.

All those who seemed to be of prominence wore long black coats, waistcoats cut low, and trousers of a lighter color.
Near the wall stood a man of heavy build with a great shaggy head and thick black hair all over his face.

He was dressed in a suit of rough gray jeans, with his trousers stuffed into high boots.

He carried in his right hand a short, thick riding whip, with which he occasionally switched the tops of his own boots.
Harry spoke to him civilly, after the custom of the time and place.
He took him for a mountaineer, and he judged by the heavy whip he carried, that he was a horse or cattle trader.
"They talk of Charleston," said Harry.
"Yes, they talk an' talk," said the man, biting his words, "an' they do nothin'." "You think they ought to take Tennessee out right away ?" "No, I'm ag'in it.