Spatterdashes

[W]’i my firelock, and my bagnet, and my spatterdashes […] I was a pretty sight in my soldiering days.

Over the winter-solid Roads, goes a great seething,— of mounted younger Gentlemen riding together by the dozens upon rented horses, Express Messengers in love with pure Velocity, Disgruntl'd Suitors with Pistols stuff'd in their Spatterdashes, seal'd Waggons not even a western Black-Boy would think of detaining.