They had long harpoon handles, and they pranced about the room, Thwacking right and left.
"Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North"
Fullerton Waldo
Mistress Preston meanwhile, having turned full round, watched the Thwacking blows, and counted each one as it fell, with a smile of pleasure.
"A Book of Quaker Saints"
Lucy Violet Hodgkin
Fast fell the blows, but few save the first ones landed, being met in mid-air by a counter-blow till the Thwacking sticks sounded like the steady roll of a kettle-drum and the oak-bark flew as fine as it had ever done in Arthur-a-Bland's tannery.
"Robin Hood"
J. Walker McSpadden