The red rooster has often said that my cluck and my cackle were quite perfect; and now it's a comfort to know I am talking properly."
"Why, as for that," answered the yellow hen thoughtfully, "I've clucked and cackled all my life, and never spoken a word before this morning, that I can remember.
Even the chickens had gone elsewhere to scratch and
cluck. The mosquito bar was drawn over her; the old woman had come in while she slept and let down the bar.
But if there be a whole nest of you hatching here by the waterside,
cluck out the other chicks and I'll make shift to fight them all."
The only reply that he could hear for a little while was the smack of the horse's hoofs on the moistening road, and the
cluck of the milk in the cans behind them.
The very cattle looked more tranquil than ours, as they stood knee-deep in clover, and the hens had a contented
cluck, as if they never got nervous like Yankee biddies.
If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles,
clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me.
At this the two friars said nothing, but they glared again on Little John with baleful looks; then, without another word, they
clucked to their horses, and both broke into a canter.
A partridge, indeed, with a brood of ten behind her, ran forward threateningly, but soon repented of her fierceness, and
clucked to her young ones not to be afraid.
Then the Wizard
clucked to the Sawhorse and said: "Gid-dap!" and the wooden animal pranced away and drew behind him the big red wagon and all the passengers, without any effort at all.
The hens and the cock had already settled to roost there, and
clucked peevishly, clinging to the beam with their claws.
No smoke curled from the chimney, not a barnyard fowl
clucked and strutted.