Brighton's too toffish for whelks.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
In the evening they caught a quantity of whelks and cockles, which, with an iguana, and three turkeys' eggs, made a good supper.
"The Overland Expedition of The Messrs. Jardine"
Frank Jardine and Alexander Jardine
They were only blue mussels, and a sort the farm people called "razors," and "whelks," and common "cockle-shells."
"The Boy Tar"
Mayne Reid