spatter

As a rough Water-Dog, New-England’s Breed,

Fresh plaister’d from some Pond with Mud and Weed,

Round from his Fleece the dirty Puddle shakes

Rejoicing in the Spatter that he makes:

There was what looked like a spatter of blood on one wall.

As Henry lay awake that first night the hiss and spatter of the rain against his window seemed to have a personal grudge against him.

[Father Roman] had shriven many simple souls on the battlefields of the Republic, kneeling by the dying on hillsides, in the long grass, in the gloom of the forests, to hear the last confession with the smell of gunpowder smoke in his nostrils, the rattle of muskets, the hum and spatter of bullets in his ears.

The attendant had a droopy lower lip, a rust-tone complexion with a spatter of freckles across the cheekbones […]