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I was there when the marker for Mile 410 came into view, and simultaneously the rusty whistle of the old engine began to give tongue. It was to continue sounding for a full half-hour, with a reckless disregard for steam pressure.
Farley Mowat, People of the Deer, Pyramid, New York, 1968, p. 13.
TIME: 20th c.
PLACE: Northwest Territories, Canada
The cabin shuddered and the tin plates on the table slid and rattled as if they danced to the erratic rhythm of an earthquake ... The sound that had first given us warning of what was about to happen now moved up the river like the roll of a distant drum. As it passed, a thunderous and violent cacaphony came into being as the great cakes shattered and moved ponderously down toward the frozen bay.
Farley Mowat, People of the Deer, Pyramid, New York, 1968, p. 44.
TIME: 20th c.
PLACE: Northwest Territories, Canada
CIRCUMSTANCE: ice breaking up
Does, fawns, and bucks, without exception, enlivened the long day's trek with a ceaseless succession of belly noises that made each herd sound like one noisy knot of rampant indigestion. The belly rumblings formed an undertone to the castanet-like clatter of their feet, for the ankles of caribou are fitted with a loose cartilage that, when they move, emits a clocking noise not unlike the muted sounds of rocks being tapped against each other, under water.
Farley Mowat, People of the Deer, Pyramid, New York, 1968, p. 67.
TIME: 20th c.
PLACE: Northwest Territories, Canada
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