Carrick

[…] here there was little hairy Pushkin in a fur carrick, and ratlike Gogol in a flamboyant waistcoat, and old little Tolstoy with his fat nose […]

A poor man is robbed of his overcoat (Gogol's "The Greatcoat," or more correctly "The Carrick") […]

(describing a siren seen in a group of otherwise decrepit old witches dancing) There was ae winsome wench and waulie / That night enlisted in the core, / Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; / (For mony a beast to dead she shot, / And perish'd mony a bonie boat, ...)