a.1560, The Aeneid of Thomas Phaer and Thomas Twyne (critical edition published 1987), page 222:
[…] while whewling sad he sat, and long lamenting sang for loue
1567, Golding, The XV Bookes of P. Ovidius Naso, Entytuled Metamorphosis, page 87:
[…] lamenting for his sonnes mischaunce with whewling in the Aire […]
c.1567, John S. Farmer, Gammer Gurton's Needle, act 1, scene 1:
There is howling and scowling, all cast in a dump, / With whewling and puling, as though they had lost a trump. / Sighing and sobbing, they weep and they wail; / I marvel in my mind what the devil they ail.
1975(?), Evelyn E. Smith, Unpopular Planet, page 259:
"I have no Secrets from Nick. I—" "That's just the trouble," she whewled. "You'll tell him anything I tell you. You don’t seem to realize—oh, if you don’t understand, I can’t explain it now.” She turned to me. “It’s you I love, and if you try to throw me over now, ‘Til create the biggest stink in the Galaxy.”
mention: 1856, Pishey Thompson, The History and Antiquities of Boston, page 730: "Whewl, or Whewt (to).—To whistle in a slight degree, like a young bird beginning to sing."
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2002, Carol Plum-Ucci, What happened to Lani Garver, page 66:
I nodded, yet didn’t complain when Scott hauled me up like he was some hoist. A deluge of whewls hit the air, and Tony started directing traffic onto the bow.
