o'er-siz'd with coagulate gore

The wind was blowing almost a storm as we arrived at our first ground -- a good-sized lake, with broad moory flats, sprinkled with bulrushes and sedgy grass stretching down to the water's edge, and looking uncommonly snipy.

Only where George stood was there left a sward as of yore; the great, level, green lawn that served for both the Major's house and his daughter's.

The shale bed is uphole from the limestone reservoir.