1835. Six months ago, this hull country was the most prosperous in the world.—‘Col. Crockett’s Tour,’ p. 79 (Phila.).
1839. I was determined to go the hull figure, and see all.—‘Major Jack on board a Whaler,’ in The Havana (N.Y.) Republican, Aug. 21.
1845. “I’ve bought out the hull grocery,” sings out Jake Miller, standin’ in Cap’n Todd’s store with a hull raft o’ fellers.—St. Louis Reveille, Sept. 1.
1847. I can give you plenty to eat; for beside hog and hominy, you can have bar-ham, and bar-sausages, and a mattrass of bar-skins to sleep on, and a wildcat-skin, pulled off hull, stuffed with corn-shucks, for a pillow. That bed would put you to sleep if you had the rheumatics in every joint in your body.—T. B. Thorpe, ‘The Big Bear of Arkansas,’ p. 21 (Phila.).
1848.
| I thought thet gold-mines could be gut cheaper than Chiny asters, | |
| An’ see myself acomin’ back like sixty Jacob Astor’s; | |
| But sech idees soon melted down an’ did n’t leave a grease-spot; | |
| I vow my holl sheer o’ the spiles would n’t come nigh a V spot. | |
Lowell, ‘Biglow Papers,’ No. 8. |
1856. How large is that air live whale? Big enough to swallow a hull town, I spose, ain’t he?—Oregon Weekly Times, Nov. 22.
1858. His mother, like an old fool, goes and sets a dish of green corn on the table; and so, Josh, who had n’t seen nuthin’ fresh for more’n ninety days, falls right to, and eats the hull of it, which was eighteen ears in all.—Knick. Mag., li. 7 (Jan.).
1878. “Isn’t he a Christian man?” “He’s a professor, ef that’s what you mean; but he ain’t a practiser, an’ there’s the hull world betwixt them two sorts.”—Rose T. Cooke, ‘Happy Dodd,’ chap. xxix.
1878. A very small house indeed, standing on a slip of ground between two others of ordinary size; but as the spinster herself said: “All mine! the hull on’t, from ridge-pole to sullar floor.”—Id., ch. xii.
1890. He had found a wolf’s head just inside of his tent, and he “reckoned if he kept Dixie [a tame wolf] much longer the hull tarnal lot of varmints would think they’d got to visit him.”—Mrs. Custer, ‘Following the Guidon,’ p. 123 (N.Y.).
