You diddled me out of house and home, among you: And settled yourselves couthily in my calfyard, Like maggots in a muckheap, while I went cawdrife.
"Krindlesyke"
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
Sir, sir, surely you will not throw your pearl upon that muckheap.
"The Lady Of Blossholme"
H. Rider Haggard