forred

"Tell them to come forred and fill their baskets."

Medoline Selwyn's Work Hattie E. Colter

I don't know a bit about botany, an 'here I'm runnin' fer a Councillor, an 'lookin' forred to the Local House.

The Fourth Watch 1910

"Ye see, sir," he went on earnestly, "a gun ought not to rekyle, and ef hit rekyles at all, hit ought to rekyle a leetle forred ----"

The Southerner A Romance of the Real Lincoln Thomas Dixon 1905

Lors knows ef I don't fetch up a whole heap o 'wittels ebery night for Miss Caterpillar from dis time forred, so I will –' deed me!

The Hidden Hand 1888

She had a little smooth face shaped like a aig; that curly hair hangin 'clean to her waist, dark like this baby's, but with the sun all through it; these eyebrows o' his'n that's lifted in the middle o 'his forred, like he cain't see why some onkindness was did him; and little slim hands and feet; all mighty furrin to the mountains.

Southern Lights and Shadows William Dean Howells 1878

We found him a rakin 'over the ashes he'd helped to make, and when he saw his friends a comin' he tried to make us surrender, and I let him have a ball in his forred.

Sea-Gift. A Novel. Edwin Wiley 1873

Why, man alive! what _are_ you a-gurnin 'at? an' what are you a-smackin 'your forred wi' your 'and like that for, an' a-gurnin 'in my face like a

Aylwin Theodore Watts-Dunton 1873

Australian farm, says: 'There's a fella in toon as calls hisself Colbroke, wi' a good hoose o 'wood, 15 foot length, and as by 'bout as silling o' the pearler o 'Bartram -- only lots o' rats, they do say, my lady -- a bying and sellin 'of goold back and forred wi' the diggin foke and the marchants.

Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu 1843

I lost the linch pin out of my forred axle, and I turned up there to get it sot to rights.

The Clockmaker — or, the Sayings and Doings of Samuel Slick, of Slickville Thomas Chandler Haliburton 1830

Dudley had disappeared; but in one of her letters, Meg, writing from her Australian farm, says: “There’s a fella in toon as calls hisself Colbroke, wi’ a good hoose o’ wood, 15 foot length, and as hy ‘bout as silling o’ the pearler o’ Bartram — only lots o’ rats, they do say, my lady — a bying and sellin’ of goold back and forred wi’ the diggin foke and the marchants.

Uncle Silas 2003