speldrin

I sat on a stone and bathed my foot, and with it dangling in the water I ate a speldrin and a scone.

The Narrative of Gordon Sellar Who Emigrated to Canada in 1825 Gordon Sellar

Nobody was there but a touzy, ragged, halflins callant of thirteen, (for I speired his age,) with a desperate dirty face, and long carroty hair, tearing a speldrin with his teeth, which looked long and sharp enough, and throwing the skin and lugs into the fire.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

Nobody was there but a touzy, ragged, halflins callant of thirteen, (for I speired his age,) with a desperate dirty face, and long carroty hair, tearing a speldrin with his teeth, which looked long and sharp enough, and throwing the skin and lugs into the fire.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824