forty-eight-pound

Updated: June 1, 2025

And, at every shot, the man on horseback made signals to let the gunners know where the shot fell. At last, about four in the afternoon, they threw a forty-eight-pound shot slap into the commander-in-chief's tent, a mile and a half behind trenches. Down comes a glittering aide-de-camp as hard as he can gallop. "Colonel Dujardin, what are you about, sir?

Charles Reade - White Lies