Like everything.
1833. [He] hopped up and down and struck his fists together like all possessed.—Seba Smith, ‘Major Jack Downing,’ p. 209.
1857. He’d carry on like all possessed—dance and sing, and tell stories, jest as limber and lively as if he’d never hefted a timber.—Putnam’s Mag., ix. 45/2 (Jan.).
1862. There was a despatch from Ginneral Banks, sayin how the rebils had licked him and was drivin him back like all possessed.—Seba Smith, ‘Letters of Major Jack Downing,’ May 26.
1872. It [the room] doos smell like all possest.—Holmes, ‘The Poet at the Breakfast-Table,’ chap. viii.
1878. She dropped a pan o’ hot oysters into the lap of a customer, and set him to swearin’ and dancin’ like all possessed.—J. H. Beadle, ‘Western Wilds,’ p. 184.
