Acrook

C. Custance. Wife, why cal ye me wife? Sim Sure. Wife? this gear goth acrook.

Loe, is not there the draught of some gold-sandy brooke That on this azure ground glydes (as it were) acrooke?

[…] our spirits immersed / In wilfulness, our steps run all acrook.

And night ten years, o’er rough and smooth, And up and down, and acrook and across, I lead my pupils by the nose,

1905, Eudorus C. Kenney, “Jack and the Sparrows” in Some More Thusettes, Cortland, NY: The Democrat Printery, p. 7, So Jack of salt a handful took / And slyly watched with neck acrook The sparrows.

"Arm acrook, too, a-thinkin’ thet in ther dark all cats is grey."

His knees were acrook and his feet lifted on their toes as if they were ready for flight.

The whole evening […] lay empty ahead of us. What bliss! There was not a pin acrook in the house, the washing up would be done […]