Ringtail roarer, Real Roarer

A stentorian braggart.

1827.  The Albany beau drinks brandy and talks politics, and is in fact what he styles himself, “a real roarer.”—Mass. Spy, Jan. 10: from the Buffalo Journal.

1827.  It wants rale roarers to hold gin’l government in and keep him from flying the track, and I’ll be peppered like a Christmas turkey if I ha’nt the very feller to do it.—Id., Oct. 24: from the Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle.

1830.  I’m a ringtailed roarer from Big Sandy River. I can outrun, outjump, and outfight any man in Kentucky.—Id., Aug. 25: from the New Haven Palladium.

1833.  I got tired of making fun of the ringtail-roarer.—J. K. Paulding, ‘The Banks of the Ohio,’ i. 219 (Lond.).

1836.  Bill—take him all in all—was a passably respectable-looking fellow, considerably like what we, now-a-days, imagine a Kentuckian to be—‘a real roarer.’—Yale Lit. Mag., ii. 80 (Dec.).

1836.  I am a real ring tail roarer, with a little of the snapping turtle. I was born in the year 1808.—Phila. Public Ledger, Oct. 14.

1837.  Strannger, my name’s Ralph Stackpole, and I’m a ring-tailed squealer!—R. M. Bird, ‘Nick of the Woods,’ i. 72.

1854.  By the rasping ringtailed roarer of Kentucky, that ’s good.—P. B. St. John, ‘Amy Moss,’ p. 268. (N.E.D.)

1859.  One Porter “bantered” a friend to write his epitaph, with this result:—

1862.