crackscull

Updated: June 12, 2025

I saw no more of my friend in green until a year or two afterwards; when I caught a sight of his poetical countenance among a crew of scapegraces, heavily ironed, who were on the way for transportation. He recognized me at once, tipped me an impudent wink, and asked me how I came on with the history of Jack Straw's castle. The catastrophe at Crackscull Common put an end to my summer's campaign.

Washington Irving - Tales of a Traveller

I could not bear to separate, but continued walking on, arm in arm with him past my lodgings, through Camden town, and across Crackscull Common, talking the whole way about my poem.

Washington Irving - Tales of a Traveller