Through woods, and around hills, and into dense, almost impenetrable thickets he labored on, his side aching, and his heart thumping like a triphammer.
"Tom Slade at Black Lake"
Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Its underside buckled from triphammer contact with rock slides and a few larger logs.
"Fly By Night"
Arthur Dekker Savage
Seeing this, Phronsie yielded, and pattered along by Polly's side obediently, and allowed her little face to be scrubbed and wiped quite dry, Polly's heart all the while going like a triphammer, and her ears pricked up for any word that might tell her of Joel.
"The Adventures of Joel Pepper"
Margaret Sidney
