Polt

1782: Frances Burney, Cecilia, or memoirs of an heiress - If he know'd I'd got you the knife, he'd go nigh to give me a good polt of the head.

Their corne they rost in the eare greene, and bruising it in a morter of wood with a Polt, lappe it in rowles in the leaves of their corne, and so boyle it for a daintie.