It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling
in the dewy, heavy-odoured cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so juicy and green.
After which, by the rustling of leaves, and crackling
of dried twigs, it was apparent the savages were separating in pursuit of the lost trail.
I listened, and heard a soft rushing sort of noise and a low crackling
Add to this picture a jolly, crackling
, rollicking fire, going rejoicingly up a great wide chimney,--the outer door and every window being set wide open, and the calico window-curtain flopping and snapping in a good stiff breeze of damp raw air,--and you have an idea of the jollities of a Kentucky tavern.
Her physical eye saw the cake she was stirring and the loaf she was kneading; her physical ear heard the kitchen fire crackling
and the teakettle singing, but ever and anon her fancy mounted on pinions, rested itself, renewed its strength in the upper air.
and right and left they faced to meet the foe, while from all along the companies came the crackling
of the shaken shields.
At length he reached the fir-tree beneath which she was sitting, and with a crisp crackling
sound he alighted beside her, and looked at her lovely face.
A moment of silence ensued, and then was heard the rustling of leaves and crackling
of twigs like the coming of many men; and forth from the glade burst a score or two of stalwart yeomen, all clad in Lincoln green, like Robin, with good Will Stutely and the widow's three sons at their head.
This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains, I heard without a crackling
of whips and pounding and scraping of horses' feet up the rocky path beyond the courtyard.
I heard the tumult of my pursuers in the gap up the slope, then the crashing of the reeds, and every now and then the crackling
crash of a branch.
For some way I heard nothing but the crackling
twigs under my feet, the faint rustle of the breeze above, and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.
The thunderclaps, treading one on the heels of another and with a strange crackling
accompaniment, sounded more like the working of a gigantic electric machine than the usual detonating reverberations.