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The Irish scout rose from the table and bowed, as only an Irish scout can bow, for the "vrow" was about thirty years of age, and pleasing to the eye beyond the lot of most women.

Campaign Pictures of the War in South Africa (1899-1900) Letters from the Front A. G. Hales

Notwithstanding the many hardships Groot Willem and his companions had endured in their various excursions, they had never deemed it necessary to use ardent spirits to excess; and the frequent and earnest entreaties of the boer, backed by his fat and rather good-looking "vrow," could not induce them to depart from their usual practice of abstemiousness.

The Giraffe Hunters Mayne Reid 1850

Now he comes pack from t 'city, mit his pig vrow, and tar pees nobody as makes one pow to his pig vrow.

The Von Toodleburgs Or, The History of a Very Distinguished Family A. R. [Illustrator] Waud

Then there was a dance around the apple-basket, and a dance in which every man kissed every other man's vrow, and in which the Dominie joined, and was as jolly as any of his flock.

The Von Toodleburgs Or, The History of a Very Distinguished Family A. R. [Illustrator] Waud

Each man came armed with a long pipe, while his good vrow had some little present for Angeline.

The Von Toodleburgs Or, The History of a Very Distinguished Family A. R. [Illustrator] Waud

Verily the spirit of either a Yankee housewife or a Dutch vrow must have presided over that boat and tyrannized over the poor wretches who managed it.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 26, September, 1880 Various

He seemed not at all surprised at finding the pedler lodging there, but told him to stop at the tavern and trade with the vrow.

Old Caravan Days Mary Hartwell Catherwood 1874

Sometimes a stout Dutch vrow with full, white, spotless sleeves, many-coloured substantial petticoats, gold buckles in her shoes, and a great white cap with a kind of gold band round her head, sat knitting there; or sometimes a Dutchman in trunk hose was fishing there.

Stray Pearls Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

As we stood by the bed where we had laid Cornelia, we could hear at one end old Hunker's voice shouting -- almost howling -- for his vrow; and likewise the poor little Emilia thumping wildly against the door, and screaming for her mother to let her out.

Stray Pearls Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

I gather that the Yung-vrow Cornelia had all the true Dutch obstinacy of nature.

Stray Pearls Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862