Partnership.

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1834.  (Feb.) I will splice the member from North Carolina to you, and for a short time will consider you in cahoot.—Speech of S. S. Prentiss, Shields, ‘Life of Prentiss,’ (1884), p. 239. (Italics in the original.)

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1839.  I feel a freedom in talking to you; and in order to have a full and ample case, I will splice the member from North Carolina to you, and for a short time will consider you one person, or in cahoot.—Mr. Duncan of Ohio in the House of Representatives: Congressional Globe, March 4, p. 211.
  [From the latter quotation it seems doubtful whether Mr. Prentiss said the same thing five years earlier.]

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1845.  Pete Hopkins aint no better nor he should be, and I wouldn’t swar he wasn’t in cahoot with ’em!—W. T. Thompson, ‘Chronicles of Pineville,’ p. 74 (Phila.). (incorrectly quoted, Bartlett).

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1846.  Who wants a parcel of low-flung outside barbarians to go in cahoot with us?—Oregon Spectator, May 28. (Given as a specimen of stump oratory.)

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1851.  If … I could only get the township and range, I’d make a cahoot business with old man Doublejoy.—J. J. Hooper, ‘Adventures of Captain Simon Suggs,’ &c., p. 37 (Phila.).

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1852.  A resident of Florida supplies the following local terms:—A cracker has just lighted at my office, and informed me that a neighbor who was in cahoot with him had honey-fackled him in the matter of a heap of logs which they had been getting out on a quarter (40 ac.) about a look from a branch near the old field on the Fatio grant.—Knickerbocker Mag., xl. 548 (Dec.).

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1857.  They all agree to cahoot with their claims against Nicaragua and Costa Rica.—N.Y. Herald, May 20 (Bartlett).

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1881.  It is an open secret that [Sargent, of California] has long been in “cahoot” with ex-Governor Shepherd.—Philadelphia Record, Feb. 8.

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1888.  Seibert and Noland are in cahoots. Seibert’s friends will support Noland, and Noland’s friends will support Seibert.—Washington Post, n.d. (Farmer).

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1892.  You are trying to get me to go in cahoot with you, and share your spoils.—W. N. Harben, ‘A Mute Confessor,’ p. 153 (Boston).

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