James Grant, Colville of the Guards, Volume 3…
“ But amid that dense mob below—a literal sea of upturned and dark, revengeful faces, with glistening teeth and flashing eyes—no bullet could miss a mark; while all around were heard the crash of falling bricks, beams, and plaster, the yells of the Afghans, the shrieks of their women, and the roar of the fast gathering flames. 'Mark that fellow!' cried several officers, indicating a leader in a green loonghee, who seemed to have a charmed life—Mahmoud Shah, in fact. 'I should like to pick that devil off,' said Robert Wodrow, dropping a cartridge into the breechblock of his carbine. ”
