pith-hats

Updated: May 28, 2025

Above, out of a naked blue sky, the sun was beating down upon the sand, and up again from the sand under the brims of the pith-hats of the horsemen with the scorching glare of a blast-furnace. It had risen so high that the shadows of the horses were no larger than themselves. "Whew!" cried Mortimer, mopping his forehead, "you'd pay five shillings for this at the hummums." "Precisely," said Scott.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Green Flag