M'Adam

The road, in the feeling of M'Adam, is antediluvian, or rather post-diluvian, for it is little better than a water-course; but it passes through a country where I first saw olive-trees in abundance, vines in the luxuriance of nature, and pomegranates growing in hedges.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 17, No. 469, January 1, 1831 Various

-- You can have (the furniture of) Chippendale, Sheraton, M'Adam, or Louis-Quinze.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, April 4, 1891 Various

M'Adam watched the passing figure indifferently; then with an angry oath sprang to the window.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

M'Adam stopped stroking Red Wull's massive head, and looked up.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

"I'm sure you deserve your success, Mr. M'Adam," she said.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

For looking up as M'Adam was speaking, he had caught a glimpse of a boy's fair head, peering cautiously round the cow-shed, and, behind, the flutter of short petticoats.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

Whereat, when it was reported at the Sylvester Arms, M'Adam winked at Red Wull and muttered, "Ah, forty foot is an ugly tumble."

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

"Wullie, ma Wullie!" screamed M'Adam, bounding down the slope a crook's length in front of the rest.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

"Talk o 'the devil!" muttered M'Adam, but no man heard him.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

M'Adam, on the other hand, was plunged into a fervor of delight at the news.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900