On perceiving that his services as stable-helper were no longer in requisition, the ex-footpad,-having no other lodging to which he might betake himself,-had stretched his tired limbs along the beechwood bench; which, as on a former occasion, he had drawn up close to the kitchen fire.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid
It was a start, moreover, that led to a more serious disturbance: for, having destroyed his equilibrium on the beechwood bench-which chanced to be of somewhat slender dimensions-his body came down upon the hard stone flags of the floor, with a concussion, that for several seconds completely deprived him of breath.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid
With this wind-up, the deer-stealer let himself down into the great beechwood chair-as easily as his unmanageable limbs would allow him- and, in less than ten seconds' time, his snoring proved that he was asleep.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid