There was such a simmering, and hissing, and bubbling of boiled, and broiled, and friedsuch a whirling, and jerking, and creaking of wheels, and cranks, and pistonssuch clouds of steam, and vapours, and even smoke, notwithstanding all of the latter that was burnt,that I almost thought myself in some great manufactory.

And in a while to Beltane's straining senses came the faint creak of a door, a soft rustle, the swift light tread of feet, and starting forth of his lurking place he stepped forward with yearning arms outstretchedthen paused of a sudden beholding her who stood at gaze, one slender foot advanced and white hands full of roses and lilies, one as fair, as sweet and pure as the fragrant blooms she bore.

There was a great wooden HAND,a glove-maker's sign, which used to swing and creak in the blast, as it hung from a pillar before a certain shop a mile or two outside of the city.

Suddenly, there sounded a quick, low grunt, and the door creaked under a tremendous pressure.

They struggled on after their guide as best they could, till he turned out of the high road into a lane; and thankful were they when he stopped, and, pushing open a gate that creaked on rusty hinges, led them up a narrow, gravelled pathway to a small, bare house, flanked on either side by some dreary bushes of evergreens.

" Five minutes later we could distinguish a quaint figure sitting upright in an ancient buckboard whose wheels wobbled and creaked with almost human infirmity.

" The bolts of both doors grated, and the hinges creaked at the same instant.

She wheeled suddenly toward the door: the ancient stairs were creaking beneath a measured tread.

He was not bruised and wounded, as he expected, but very stiff only, and his joints creaked like the creak of a lazy paddle on the rim of a canoe.

There came a creak from the table, and I had a feeling that the inspector was leaning forward, looking at something that I could not see.

The branch creaked above the light wind; around the corner of the house a dog growled and he sat still.

Every ear strained, and through the silence they could hear his footsteps creaking across the rickety floor.

A hea-vi-ly la-den wag-gon creaks along the wind-ing road, co-ver-ed with a tilt as white as snow; but what has it in-side?

" There was a profound hush as the vehicle came creaking through the gate; but when it turned away from them toward the forest, those in front started suddenly.

There were those who said that she was never seen to look towards that door; and that whenever a noise, as of a rat in the wall, or a blind creaking in the wind, came from that side of the house, Mrs. Billy turned white, and shuddered.

Hour after hour he lay listening to mysterious noises, strange crackings and creakings through the desolate house; sometimes he imagined the sound of footsteps in the bare rooms below; even hushed voices, from he knew not where, chilled his blood at midnight.

Meeting or overtaking, coolies passed in single file, their bare feet slapping the enormous flags of antique, sunken granite, their twin baskets bobbing and creaking to the rhythm of their wincing trot.

" She slapped down some clean sheets on a shelf and creaked toward the hall, but stopped at the open door.

Looking back, I saw the rear companies split suddenly in two and hurl themselves down on either side into the ditch, while six cream-coloured horses, galloping two and two with their bellies to the ground, came thundering through the gap with a fine twelve-pound gun whirling and creaking behind them.

In front of me I could bear the wheels of our heavy-laden hay-cart creaking as the big farm horse plodded on.

One memorable day, when the invalid had fallen into a restless sleep, he was awakened by the vigorous ministrations of Jane, who was creaking around the room in an ostentatious effort, to be quiet.

There was a creaking on the floor above, and both the man and I trembled.

Wint to boggie creak for a cow.

Hardly a day passed without some "prairie schooner" (the canvas-covered wagon of the squatter) creaking into our corral; and the quiet gulches and cañons where Ajax and I had shot quail and deer began to re-echo to the shouts of the children of the rough folk from the mid-West and Missouri.

"This is an old chart, and of the date of 1802," observed Daggett, raising himself erect, as a man who has long been bent takes the creaks out of his back.