And to think that they, if alive, are straying somewhere in the moonlight amid these dry heathers-alone-such children!
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The heathers begin by the lake borders, while little sodden drifts still shelter under their branches.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin
Holmbury Hill, to the north, was once one of the principal settlements of the "heathers," or broom squires, who still survive, a more respectable and a weaker folk, under Hindhead and elsewhere.
"Highways and Byways in Surrey"
Eric Parker