This old stone tower was very massive--and rather ruinous, too, for it was Roman, and four hundred years old.

Yes, and handsome, after a rude fashion, and clothed with ivy from base to summit, as with a shirt of scale mail.

It stood on a lonely eminence, in good view from the castle, and about half a mile away.
Working by night, we stowed the powder in the tower--dug stones out, on the inside, and buried the powder in the walls themselves, which were fifteen feet thick at the base.

We put in a peck at a time, in a dozen places.

We could have blown up the Tower of London with these charges.