Carpenter recruited his gang at the saloon, rowdies all. They slept the day, drank well into the evening, and then set off for their pastime.

Pete Burnett needs a fan belt for his auger.

As much as I dislike him, I still voted for him.

1870 April–September, Charles Dickens, “[S]till his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort, that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.”, in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, London: Chapman and Hall,[…], published 1870, OCLC 505123078: