Gruesome

He taks a ſvvirlie, auld moſs-oak, / For ſome black, grouſome Carlin; […]

The team was so unprepared that the way it played was just gruesome.

Then says I to myself,—"John Ridd, these trees, and pools, and lonesome rocks, and setting of the sunlight, are making a gruesome coward of thee. Shall I go back to my mother so, and be called her fearless boy?"