Huckle

[…] which approves a quick gathering up of his legs withoute pain, his huckle bones round and hidden, […]

At what time Don Quixote, who had very much bruis'd his Huckle-bone, with a Hipshot grace approaching the Lady fell upon his Knees […]

Next, the hand may be laid upon his huckle-bones, and if the parts there likewise feel firm, round, and plump, it may be safely concluded that he is well fed both externally and internally, — that is, both in flesh and tallow.

When moving into our present dwelling some 6 months ago..the puchase^([sic]) of a new bed was of primary importance.The puchase^([sic]) was completed by a right huckle who didn`t realise the importance of the "squeek"^([sic]) factor in the purchase of such an item.

He’s not! He can’t be! There's never been a huckle in the Osbourne family, and we can trace our lineage all the way back to the Second World War.

Sorry ! Only into birds. Why not get yourself along to the SOL. Plenty of huckles there.

He was awakened by a couple of burly police officers and huckled out to a waiting van.

Then one day when I was at school, police with motorbike helmets came to the door with a big red battering ram and dragged Dad out of his bed while he was sleeping off a massive booze binge and huckled him downtown to read him his rights, throw the damn book at him and charge him for 'aggravated armed robbery'.

I could huckle your right now for what you've got in that top drawer.