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.
How long he had been buried in this stupor he knew not, but he was suddenly aroused from it by a strange, unexpected crackling
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.
It was the rustling and crackling
of the dry reeds and rushes from the low lands.
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.
In those days conversation was still cultivated as an art; a neat repartee was more highly valued than the crackling
of thorns under a pot; and the epigram, not yet a mechanical appliance by which the dull may achieve a semblance of wit, gave sprightliness to the small talk of the urbane.
I listened, and heard a soft rushing sort of noise and a low crackling
This is how he tells of the way in which Aeneas saved his old father by carrying him on his shoulders out of the burning town of Troy when "The crackling
flame was heard throughout the walls, and more and more the burning heat drew near.
Meanwhile men ran to and fro, talking merrily together, their steps crackling
on the platform as they continually opened and closed the big doors.
Immense clouds of white smoke had been pouring over the summit of the mountain, and had concealed the approach and ravages of the element; but a crackling
sound drew the eyes of Miss Temple, as she flew over the ground supported by the young man, toward the outline of smoke where she already perceived the waving flames shooting forward from the vapor, now flaring high in the air, and then bending to the earth, seeming to light into combustion every stick and shrub on which they breathed.
When the girl had come down to tea, and had been sent up, still out of sorts, to bed again, the two devils aforesaid had tried her door once more, and found it locked; had looked at the keyhole, and found it stopped up; had seen a light under the door at midnight, and had heard the crackling
of a fire (a fire in a servant's bed-room in the month of June
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.