Lancashire sent us her cottons and cloth, the Black Country its steel.
I was particularly struck with this fact on a visit to the Black Country.
Even before that invasion, when the heather was not in flower it must have been a Black Country.
I have seen one or two very funny effects in the "Black Country."
A bit of the 'Black Country' at night, with all the coal-heaps on fire, would give you some idea of the scene.
All this must not be eclipsed in the Blackness of the Black Country.
The approach to Kimberley with its mine shafts and hills of blue dust reminded me of the Black Country.
This is a graphic narrative of factory life in the Black Country.
I once travelled through the Black Country with a fascinating friend, and I never saw it!
Who can be sure that all the inhabitants of that Black Country are natural?