Nothing of the chawbacon about you.
"A Poached Peerage"
William Magnay
It was an old church, too, probably much older than the one belonging to the parish; and its little churchyard, encircled by rude wooden palings, contained some monuments and tombstones, which were grey with age and as rough as when they were first hewn from the quarry, telling how "John Giles, aetat 95," and "Richard chawbacon, aetat 104," both of whom departed this life Anno Domini 16 hundred and something, were there entombed.
"Caught in a Trap"
John C. Hutcheson
Whenever I read any argument upon immortality it always seems to me remarkably cogent, if the souls in question were your soul and my soul; but just consider the transparent absurdity of supposing that every Hodge chawbacon, and every rheumatic old Betty Martin, has got a soul, too, that must go on enduring for all eternity!
"Philistia"
Grant Allen