Mowgli heard it rumble
, and rise, and fall, and die off in a creepy sort of whine behind him, and laughed to himself as he ran through the Jungle.
Amid the general rumble, the groans and voices of the wounded were more distinctly heard than any other sound in the darkness of the night.
The sound of voices, the tramping feet, the horses' hoofs moving in mud, the crackling of wood fires near and afar, merged into one tremulous rumble.
Wingrave heard the gate close after them--he heard the rumble
of the cart in the road growing fainter and fainter.
There was a low rumble of conversation and a subdued clinking of glasses.
There was a heavy rumble of booted feet thumping the floor.
By the way there came up a shower, which compelled me to stand half an hour under a pine, piling boughs over my head, and wearing my handkerchief for a shed; and when at length I had made one cast over the pickerelweed, standing up to my middle in water, I found myself suddenly in the shadow of a cloud, and the thunder began to rumble
with such emphasis that I could do no more than listen to it.
The situation itself vanished in the financial crash as a building vanishes in an earthquake--here one moment and gone the next with only an ill-omened, slight, preliminary rumble.
It appeared from Fyne's narrative that the day before the first rumble of the cataclysm the questionable young man arrived unexpectedly in Brighton to stay with his "Aunt.
Chairs, tables, pictures, books, that had rumbled down to them through the generations, must rumble
forward again like a slide of rubbish to which she longed to give the final push, and send toppling into the sea.
The hiss of the boiler could be heard on the distant rails, and the rumble
of something heavy.
Sergeant Cuff beckoned Samuel to come down to him from the rumble behind.
My friend, without stopping the carriage, will get up into the rumble with you.
A spy behind her in the rumble of her mother's carriage
For now the single gentleman and Mr Garland were in the carriage, and the post-boy was in the saddle, and Kit, well wrapped and muffled up, was in the rumble
behind; and Mrs Garland was there, and Mr Abel was there, and Kit's mother was there, and little Jacob was there, and Barbara's mother was visible in remote perspective, nursing the ever-wakeful baby; and all were nodding, beckoning, curtseying, or crying out, 'Good bye