[S]warthy, sloe-eyed Mexicans, with huge sombreros on their knees, lolled in the shade of a tree.

And Barnsdale there doth butt on Don's well-watered ground.

About the middle of November we began to work on our Ship's bottom, which we found very much eaten with the Worm: For this is a horrid place for Worms.

The troops contested every inch of ground.