A steep curve of heath-clad land, an outlying spur of the moor, lay in front of us. On the summit, hard and clear like an equestrian statue upon its pedestal, was a mounted soldier, dark and stern, his rifle poised ready over his forearm. He was watching the road along which we travelled.
En face de nous un éperon de la lande faisait saillie ; tout en haut, rigide et net comme une statue équestre, un soldat à cheval se dressait, le fusil couché en joue sur son avant-bras, il surveillait la route que nous venions d’emprunter.