A North-Carolinian.
1864. A poor, starving Tar Heel [prisoner] at Elmira, looking up piteously and pleadingly at him, as he sucked a bare beef-bone, said: “Mr., when you finish that bone, please, sir, let me juice it awhile.”—‘Southern Hist. Soc. Papers,’ ii. 232.
1889. The mountain “tarheel” gradually drifted into a condition of dreary indifference to all things sublunary but hog and hominy, or the delights of a bear hunt and barbecue.—James Mooney, ‘Folk-Lore of the Carolina Mountains,’ Journal of American Folk-Lore, ii. 95. (N.E.D.)
