1839, Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby Chapter , He was the cruellest, wickedest, out-and-outerest old flint that ever drawed breath.'
1882, Louisa M. Alcott, Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories Chapter , I jest bounced intew the kitchen, chucked my hat intew one corner, my coat intew 'nother, kicked the cat, cussed the fire, drawed up a chair, and set scaoulin' like sixty, bein' tew mad fer talkin'.
1915, Zane Grey, The Lone Star Ranger Chapter , He was watchin' of you close, he said, an' just couldn't follow your hand when you drawed.
