Winters saw an amusing scene: Mrs. Mitchell and her little daughter were driving a horse cart laden with iron-hooped barrels. It seemed they were on their way to deliver drinks to the people working in the tobacco fields.
Everyone else was busy, and the two ladies did not appear to be skilled at driving horses.
The heavy draft horse, with thick skin and flesh, was unabashedly nibbling the wheat in the roadside fields, utterly indifferent to the whip's lashes from Mrs. Mitchell and her daughter and not showing the slightest intention to move forward.
Seeing this, Winters immediately went forward to help. He wasn't skilled at driving either, but he could manage to lead the horse by the bridle and move forward.
When they reached the tobacco fields, Mitchell's coachman saw the lieutenant leading the horse and quickly ran over to take over from Winters.
Mrs. Mitchell smiled in thanks to Winters, while Miss Mitchell nearly buried her face in her mother's arm.