Higgler

He was, besides, the best sacrifice the higgler could make, as he had supplied him with no game since; and by this means the witness had an opportunity of screening his better customers:

Barter’d for game from chace or warren won, / Yon cask holds moonlight, run when moon was none; / And late-snatch’d spoils lie stow’d in hutch apart, / To wait the associate higgler’s evening cart.

[E]very poulterer in the neighbourhood had repeatedly refused her custom […] so that her only means of procuring poultry was of the higglers: their fowls, she found out, were either so ill fed, or of such an enormous age, that there was no gravy to follow the knife […]

'I don't quite like my children going away from home,' said the higgler.