stummuck

Updated: June 21, 2025

Jellison, composedly, looking up at her. "Well, put 'em down, miss. I dare say he'll eat 'em. He eats most things, and don't want no doctor's stuff nayther, though his mother do keep on at me for spoilin' his stummuck." "You are just fond of that boy, aren't you, Mrs.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - Marcella

I never woulded I were a bird, but I've sometimes wished I was a giraffe, on account of the long distance from his mouth to his stummuck. Hence, if he loved beer, one mugful would give him as much enjoyment while goin down, as forty mugfuls would ordinary persons. And he wouldn't get intoxicated, which is a beastly way of amusin oneself, I must say.

Artemus Ward - The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch Letters