A most magnificent feather looped and draped about his gold-braided hat.

His uniform, of the finest cloth, was heavy with gold braid and gold epaulets, and the great yellow silk sash about his waist supported his gold-hilted sword.
"What new and splendid species of bird is this ?" asked General Jackson, as Stuart and his men saluted.

"I have never before seen such grand plumage." Stuart complacently stroked the gold braid on his left sleeve and looked about the hunting lodge, the walls of which had been decorated accordingly long since by its owner.
"Splendid picture this of a race horse, General," he said, "and the one of the trotter in action is almost as fine.

Ah, sir, I knew there were good sporting instincts in you and that they would come out in time.
I approve of it myself, but what will the members of your church say, sir, when they hear of your moral decline ?" Jackson actually blushed and remained silent under the chaff.
"And here is a picture of a greyhound, and here of a terrier," continued the bold Stuart.

"Oh, General, you're not only going in for racing, but for coursing dogs as well, and maybe fighting dogs, too! Throughout the South all the old ladies look up to you as our highest moral representative.