orange-bosomed

Updated: May 9, 2025

He marked, through a rift in the smoke, a battery where it stood upon a height, above felled trees. He thought it was Pelham's the Horse Artillery. It stood for a moment, outlined against the orange-bosomed cloud, then, like an army of wraiths, the smoke came between and hid it. His horse frightened at a dead man in his path.

Mary Johnston - The Long Roll