The badger made his dark and tortuous hole on the side of every hill where the copsewood grew thick.

Only know how to set about it, and you can extract an abassi, not from every carriage, but from every gun-barrel.

to wring a mast

But then I had the [massive] flintlock by me for protection. ¶[…]The linen-press and a chest on the top of it formed, however, a very good gun-carriage; and, thus mounted, aim could be taken out of the window at the old mare feeding in the meadow below by the brook, and a 'bead' could be drawn upon Molly, the dairymaid, kissing the fogger behind the hedge, little dreaming that the deadly tube was levelled at them.