grass-downs

Updated: May 19, 2025

You pass through big, still deodar-forests, and under big, still cliffs, and over big, still grass-downs swelling like a woman's breasts; and the wind across the grass, and the rain among the deodars says: "Hush hush hush." So little Dumoise was packed off to Chini, to wear down his grief with a full-plate camera, and a rifle.

Rudyard Kipling - Plain Tales from the Hills

You pass through big, still deodar-forests, and under big, still cliffs, and over big, still grass-downs swelling like a woman's breasts; and the wind across the grass, and the rain among the deodars says "Hush hush hush." So little Dumoise was packed off to Chini, to wear down his grief with a full-plate camera and a rifle.

Rudyard Kipling - Indian Tales