They rounded the hill and drove on down to where the dark firs bordered the road.

And now and then a tall dark fir spired toward the gray skies above.

The slope before them had grown up in dark firs, more thickly in the higher reaches.

Not too much undergrowth, just tall dark firs and spruce, spaced so we could make it between them with the boat.

She opened her eyes again and saw the multitude of dark firs that stretched beyond the skyline.

She learned that red sky at morning foretokened rain, as did the dark firs on Little Donald's hill when they looked so near and clear.

The wild cherry trees scattered over the valley, among the dark firs, were mistily white.

Next, Dominic landed the lighter in a small hollow surrounded by dark firs.

Look at those old dark firs around the pool.

It dropped almost from under my feet, a snowy slash between the dark firs.