forest-black

Updated: May 21, 2025

For two miles in length and half a mile across the ground was strewed and heaped with them. But slaughter was no new sight to me, and it was not that which held me spellbound. It was that up the long slope of the British position was moving a walking forest-black, tossing, waving, unbroken. Did I not know the bearskins of the Guard?

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Adventures of Gerard