Leggined

In the day-time, likewise, they must have remarked the in-rush from all country roads, of top-boot farmers, leggined horse-dealers, fresh and sweet country damsels, with their awkward smockfrock sweethearts, cheek by jowl, who now and then, perhaps, emboldened by a cup of ale, will seize their fair ones even in the street, and perforce implant a smacking kiss upon their turned-away and glowing cheeks.

Such was the morning, when an open carriage, in which were three Pickwickians, (Mr. Snodgrass having preferred to remain at home,) Mr. Wardle, and Mr. Trundle, with Sam Weller on the box beside the driver, pulled up by a gate at the road-side, before which stood a tall, raw-boned gamekeeper, and a half-booted, leather-leggined boy: each bearing a hag of capacious dimensions, and accompanied by a brace of pointers.[…]Here the leather-leggined boy laughed very heartily, and then tried to look as if it was somebody else, whereat Mr. Winkle frowned majestically.

From First Federal, a stream of employees also start crossing North State, working their way up to the walk beside the Old Capitol, across by War Memorial with its World War I frieze of helmeted and leggined men, then around to the parking lot.