the sudden apparition of the Spaniards

[…]the thickly interwoven branches of ſpreading trees embowered a rude ſtone—Tufts of graſs and ſoft moſſes growing over it had formed it into an eaſy ſeat; and withering fern, intermixed with green weeds, ſpreading a variegatedly verdant carpet, induced us to reſt ourſelves.

The stump was dipped in boiling oil to cicatrize the wound.

An indulgent playmate, Grannie would lay aside the long scratchy-looking letter she was writing (heavily crossed ‘to save notepaper’) and enter into the delightful pastime of ‘a chicken from Mr Whiteley's’.