"That's all right," he continued, as the son closed in on me: "I kin handle the little Killdee by myself.
"Fibble, D. D."
Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb
He ran along before the children as nimbly as a Killdee, talking and laughing all the time.
"Little Mr. Thimblefinger and His Queer Country"
Joel Chandler Harris
There in the dim, sweet woods, with the smoke curling up into the leafy masses above, the sunlight just dropping upon the lake, the Killdee, the robin, and the blue jay crying in the still, cool morning air.
"Short Stories of Various Types"
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