I had a short jacket of goat’s skin, the skirts coming down to about the middle of the thighs, and a pair of open-kneed breeches of the same; the breeches were made of the skin of an old he-goat, whose hair hung down such a length on either side that, like pantaloons, it reached to the middle of my legs; stockings and shoes I had none, but had made me a pair of somethings, I scarce knew what to call them, like buskins, to flap over my legs, and lace on either side like spatterdashes, but of a most barbarous shape, as indeed were all the rest of my clothes.
Estos estaban hechos con la piel de un viejo macho cabrío, cuyo pelo me colgaba a cada lado del pantalón hasta las pantorrillas. No tenía calcetines ni zapatos pero me había fabricado un par de cosas que no sé cómo llamar, algo así como unas botas, que me cubrían las piernas y se abrochaban a los lados como polainas, pero tan extravagantes como el resto de mi indumentaria.