Never was ill work better done than when, on that radiant veld, the sky one vast turquoise vault, beneath which quivered a shimmer of quicksilver light, the pom-poms, the maulers, and the shrapnel of Kruger's men mowed down Stafford and his battery, showered them, drowned them in a storm of lead.
"The Judgment House"
Gilbert Parker
Stood out agin bein' a crook as long as ever I could-as long as ever I'm goin' to, I reckon, now you've got your maulers on me.
"Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces"
Thomas W. Hanshew