I wuz most melted too, for St. Louis weather is tuckering to them that can't stand heat.
"Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition"
Marietta Holley
He was a Farm Hand who so "tuckered himself out" during daylight that he was glad to pry off his wrinkled boots and lie down when it got dark in order to yank them on again, when the rooster crowed at dawn, for the purpose of "tuckering himself out" all over again.
"Deep Furrows"
Hopkins Moorhouse