Princeton, Ark, 1863
The town is "dead as a doornail", we did not meet a goat.
Virginia Davis Gray, diary of
heard of "not a soul" - this was new
Thursday, April 21, 1864
After dinner we went to Dr. Compton's and in a few minutes Frank ran in to say the Feds had come again. We could hardly believe it but Mary saw out and said they were "thick as mops in town."
Ibid.
Arkansas Historical Quarterly 42, Spring 1983
guess mops are kinda thick