Humbug. Rarely met with.
1857. “You say,” said Mr. Pynchon to the boy, “that the bet that you tell of was all flax.” “Nothin’ but flax,” answered the witness. “What do you mean by that?” inquired the magistrate. “I mean it was just vamped up for fun,” answered the boy.—J. G. Holland, ‘The Bay-Path,’ p. 127.
