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[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 100: What ignorant Turks these Indians are [...] I’m a nigger if I think this copper-washed man is a right clean, full-blooded feller-cretur.
at I’m a nigger, phr.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 83: A Kentucky boatman, who eveybody knows is amphibious, ‘half horse, half alligator’.
at half-horse, half-alligator, adj.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 121: Hold your tongue, you beauty, or you shall smell brimstone through a nail hole.
at beauty, n.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 155: Come, sit down here, and we’ll have a talk; a little piece of secret biography, for there’s nobody to blab here.
at blab, v.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 23: The blackeys loved Massa Leetlejohn.
at blackie (n.) under black, adj.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 184: It was a blue day when I first put this old rotten tree across my path.
at blue, adj.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 193: Mrs. Judith would have undoubtedly burst the boiler of her curiosity, and exploded into scalding steam instead of tears.
at burst one’s boiler (v.) under boiler, n.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 17: Do you know, major, I’m a fortune-teller? I get my bread by it now.
at bread, n.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 52: She went cackling about the village.
at cackle, v.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 144: I shall conquer the whole nation one of these odd-come-shorts.
at odd-come short, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 127: Cut dirt, stranger, for your life; there’s a whirlwind coming.
at cut dirt (v.) under cut, v.2
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 38: Damme if he isn’t the finest creature in Virginia.
at damme!, excl.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 45: No, I’ll be damned if I do!
at I’ll be damned! (excl.) under damn, v.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 46: ‘The devil!’ exclaimed the colonel, astonished.
at devil, the, phr.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 121: Shut pan, and sing dumb, or I’ll throw you into the drink.
at drink, n.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 190: Old Phiginny, Icod! she never tire, I say dat for she.
at ecod!, excl.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 183: Poor old Snowball slipped her bridle the other day, and went out like a flash in the pan.
at flash in the pan, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! II 181: He’s as mean as gar-broth.
at garbroth, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 175: I wish I may be goy blamed if he didn’t spring up higher than the top of the cane-break.
at golblamed, adj.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 80: If the horn gets broadside to the current, I wouldn’t risk a huckleberry to a persimmon that we don’t every soul get treed, and sink to the bottom like gone suckers.
at gone coon (n.) under gone, adj.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 193: No, hang it! that’s too musty.
at hang it (all)! (excl.) under hang, v.1
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 161: The only resource is to take the whole tree, or ‘go the whole hog,’ as they say in ‘Old Kentuck.’.
at go the whole hog (v.) under whole hog, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 172: No, no, it’s a disgraceful shot – what I call a full huckleberry below a persimmon.
at huckleberry above persimmon under huckleberry, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 80: If the horn gets broadside to the current, I wouldn’t risk a huckleberry to a persimmon that we don’t every soul get treed, and sink to the bottom.
at huckleberry above persimmon under huckleberry, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 182: I wish I may be hoppled all my life to come, if I didn’t get within a huckleberry of being smothered to death in one of them beds with curtains.
at huckleberry, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 19: What, shut up my doors, like a miserable hunks [...] and pretend not to see strangers as they pass?
at hunks, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 76: And on every hand we saw excellent land, / Where none but the Ingens resided.
at Injun, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 107: J---s! that any white man should pity an Injen here on ‘the dark and bloody ground!’.
at Jesus!, excl.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 77: Why, the year you got such a licking from the Yankee pedlar at Pittsburg.
at licking, n.
[US] J.K. Paulding Westward Ho! I 181: Come, come, mammy, stir these old stumps of yours, and get us something to eat.
at mammy, n.1
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