Now after a while Little-faith came to himself, and getting up made shift to scrabble on his way.
John Bunyan. Pilgrim’s Progress (1678)
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my hands, and the bones of my fingers were scrabbling at the wood, leaving long raw scratches behind.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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You know the land is poor. You've scrabbled at it long enough, God knows.
John Steinbeck. The Grapes of Wrath, p.33 (1939)
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He wrote hurriedly, in scrabbling handwriting:
When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years old at least. But I went ahead and did it just the same.
George Orwell. 1984 (1949)
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We struck for the stern of the texas, and found it, and then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, hanging on from shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the water.