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Moul is a clan surname that originated in area of Roxburghshire, Scotland, prior to the Anglo-Saxon invasion. Via immigration, the name is also found in Ireland and parts of England. The correct pronunciation is with an "ow" sound, similar to foul, mountain, or mouse. While commonly mispronounced as "mole", "mule" or some other variation of the two, the word is Gaelic and does not use French rules of pronunciation.
Also spelled Moule, Mowl, Moulle, Mowell, etc., up through the mid-19th century, records of people with this name can be found in the USA in pre-Revolutionary times, located primarily in Pennsylvania. Other members of the Moul clan came to the USA during the potato famine of Ireland and quickly spread to Chicago and then Nebraska when land was available for homesteading in the middle of the 19th century. One group migrated to Wisconsin and then to Canada, with some members returning to the USA from British Columbia in the later parts of the 20th century.
In the second half the 20th century family members migrated from western Nebraska to the western half of the United States, settling predominantly on the Pacific coast and the Rocky Mountains, though the majority of Moul clan members are still located in Pennsylvania and New York. All people with the last name of Moul are descended from the same Scot clan and are related, however distantly.
Usage examples of "moul".
In the evening light it looked peaceful, but they had to lie low twice when moul cavalry went past on the road.
Beside him stood a thin moul wearing a long black cloak and a grin like a wolf that's just had dinner.
The thin moul leapt backwards and drew its own sword with disheartening swiftness.
The skinny moul dodged a last wild slash from Brocando's sword and dived through the open doorway to the secret passage.
It seemed to be a gathering place for the surviving mouls from the city.
A whip stung Brocando's legs as the mouls led their nervous mounts on to the planks.
Twice they met moul guards who paid no attention to him until it was too late.
Pismire saw a pack of mounted mouls galloping after them, spears ready to throw.
The mouls suddenly realized that they weren't chasing a herd of fleeing animals .
The caged pone shrugged itself free, paused for a moment to stamp on a couple of mouls who had been poking it the hardest, and then leapt through the gateway.
The other pones piled on behind them, and Pismire noticed that, though they went out of their way to trample on mouls, they avoided the running Vortgorns.
The mouls turned up one day after Fray had struck nearby and they said Fray was a Dumii weapon.
The mouls turned to fight, but suddenly they were between two enemies.
One of the mouls shouted something in its own language, and another couple of heads appeared over the edge of the hole.
Most of the mouls scurried back into the Emperor's chambers, diving into the hole and colliding with one another in their desperation to escape.