flinthard

Updated: May 9, 2025

"You rascal!" sang out one, "take dat; larn you for teal my wittal!" then a sharp crack, as if he had smote the culprit across the pate; whereupon, like a shot, a black fellow, in a handsome livery, trundled down, pursued by another servant with a large silver ladle in his hand, with which he was belabouring the fugitive over his flinthard skull, right against our hostess, with the drumstick of a turkey in his hand, or rather in his mouth.

Michael Scott - Tom Cringle's Log