One good for a quarter race.
1851. The way that bar broke into a canter ’ud hev distanced any quarter nag in Christendom!—‘Polly Peablossom’s Wedding,’ &c., p. 112–3.
1853. I see him jest now streakin’ it like a quarter hoss in that direction.—Durivage, ‘Life Scenes,’ p. 157.
1853. Reckon we’d best be a-barkin’ on the back track, for dern my skin ef the ‘drink’ aint up and a-coming like a quarter horse.—S. A. Hammett (‘Philip Paxton’), ‘A Stray Yankee in Texas,’ p. 161.
1903. (S.E. Missouri). ‘Dialect Notes,’ i. 326.
