rum-jars

Updated: July 7, 2026

You run from the once bullet-swept water's edge to the slight shelter of a sand-bank, and walk by the narrow sap into "Shrapnel Valley," still strewn with old water-bottles and broken rum-jars, by a trench then to "Monash Valley," and there probably you start coveys of partridge, which abound now in great numbers, or you start the silver fox or ever-present hare.

Stephen Graham - Europe—Whither Bound?: Being Letters of Travel from the Capitals of Europe in the Year 1921