fir-winds

Updated: May 9, 2025

One morning I got up from a bed of gall or bog-myrtle I shared with John Splendid after a late game of chess, and fared out on a little eminence looking over the scene. Not a soldier stirred in his plaid; the army was drugged by the heavy fir-winds from the forest behind.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn