He learned to find his way about and to take all the miracles and terrors for granted, to work without hearing the rumbling
The stillness consequent on the cessation of the rumbling
and and labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of the night, made it very quiet indeed.
Here, among pillows enough for six, I soon fell asleep in a blissful condition, and dreamed of ancient Rome, Steerforth, and friendship, until the early morning coaches, rumbling
out of the archway underneath, made me dream of thunder and the gods.
Now Dingaan, deserting the kraal Duguza, moved back to Zululand, and built a great kraal by the Mahlabatine, which he named "Umgugundhlovu" --that is, "the rumbling
of the elephant.
She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling
of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words:
Then from the ruined wall nearest the jungle rose up the rumbling
war-shout of Baloo.
One night, not long after, a loud noise and rumbling
was heard under the castle.
He is," said of the Grove, "with one Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best roasted lady the whole world could produce; but that rawness is not the only foot he limps on, for he has greater schemes rumbling
in his bowels, as will be seen before many hours are over.
Back at a bend in the road he heard a rumbling
and a lumbering, when up drove a stout butcher, whistling gaily, and driving a mare that sped slowly enough because of the weight of meat with which the cart was loaded.
Monsieur d'Albon, hearing the rumbling
of a carriage on the high-road to Ile-Adam, waved his handkerchief and shouted to its occupants for assistance.
The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling
of distant thunder.
She uttered a little rumbling
growl, taking a step toward the boy.
From the railway station in the distance came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling
, softened almost into melody by the distance.
Here I am in the heart of Paris; but a moment ago I heard the rumbling
of the omnibuses and the tinkling of the bells of the lemonade-sellers, and now I feel as if I were suddenly transported to the East; not such as I have seen it, but such as my dreams have painted it.
At last the heavy machine, which was called a chariot in those days, came out, rumbling
against the gates, and De Winter, still on horseback, bent again to the door to converse with her majesty.