Their uniform was blue, of the finest broadcloth.

Their horses were large and beautiful, all of a bay color, so nearly alike that it seemed that every two of them would make a good span of coach horses.
Their trappings were superb.

Their bridles, stirrups, and martingales glittered with silver.

Their swords, which were drawn, and held elevated in the right hand, gleamed in the rays of the setting sun.

The prisoners were also mounted on horses of all shapes, sizes, and colors; some large, some small, some long tails, some short, some fat, some lean, some every color and form that can be named.