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Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories choose

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[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 127: He made Miry a right up-and-down offer.
at up-and-down, adj.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 36: He turned up at last all alive, chipper as a skunk blackbird.
at chipper, adj.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 211: Well, Lordy Massy, folks that is so chipper and high steppin’ has to hev their come downs.
at come-down, n.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 194: Since the gret fuss and row-de-dow about it, it’s kind o’ died out.
at row-de-dow, n.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 148: He stirred up a mess o’ flip, and hed it for her hot.
at flip, n.1
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 31: He was one o’ these ’ere high-stepping, big-feeling fellers. [...] Drefful proud he was.
at high-stepping, adj.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 55: Lordy massy! when a feller is Indianin’ round, these ’ere pleasant summer days, a feller’s thought gits like a flock o’ young partridges.
at Indian (up) (v.) under Indian, n.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 100: He jest ran that ’are fellow up stairs lickety split.
at lickety-split, adv.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 39: There was this ’ere Master Slick Tongue talkin’ this way to one side, and that way to t’other.
at Mr, n.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 37: He [...] was one o’ the sort that might pop off any time.
at pop off, v.1
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 239: This ’ere hoss was a peeler, I’ll tell you!
at peeler, n.1
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 226: What the divil! [...] What shine be you up to now?
at shine, n.2
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 67: ‘I’ll make him stay down, confound him,’ says the parson; for, ye see, [...] the doctor had got his spunk up.
at spunk, n.
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 85: It’s all fuss, fuss, and stew, stew.
at stew, n.1
[US] H.B. Stowe Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 168: They was resolute, strong, hard-workin’ wimmen. They could all tackle a hoss, or load and fire a gun.
at tackle, v.
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