Once or twice I heard a rustle by the tent door.

Half a mile above this, at a place where I saw the aster puniceus and the beaked hazel, as we paddled along, Joe, hearing a slight rustling amid the alders, and seeing something black about two rods off, jumped up and whispered, "Bear!"

They moved so softly that they escaped unheardunless Beaumaroy were right in the notion that his ear caught a little rustle of the bracken.

The old soldier gripped my arm to make certain I understood that we had come near to the enemy, and then inch by inch we moved forward, halting a few moments every time we incautiously caused a rustling among the foliage.

They seated themselves beneath an overshadowing tree; and, for some time, no sound broke the oppressive silence save the soft rustling of the leaves, that seemed to be moved by the spirits of the air-for no wind was stirring.

It brought a silken, sweeping rustle, a whispering of the bearded grain.

" "Don't strain yoreself," advised Mr. Pooley, making a brave rustle among the papers on his desk.

Close by sounded a rustle of leaves, a sharp squeak; a tragedy had been consummated, and the fierce little mink stared malevolently across the body of his victim at the motionless figure on the beach.

And at last, when about to fall to the ground, in the extremity of his terror, he uttered a great scream of despair; and the sudden scream so startled the weasel, that he jumped up and scuttled away as fast as he could through the creepers and bushes, making a great rustling over the dead leaves and twigs; and

Then followed a rustling in the bushes, indicating that those within were scattering in all directions, so the soldiers boldly advanced, now that there was no more resistance.

Here I stayed all night and experienced the following beautiful poem Stands the but upon the mountain Where the ancient woodman dwells There the dark-green fir-trees rustle, Casts the moon its golden spells.

Days came and went, and labouring at the forge or lying out in the sunshine gazing wistfully beyond the swaying tree-tops, Beltane would oft start and turn his head, fancying the rustle of her garments in his ears, or her voice calling to him from some flowery thicket; and the wind in the trees whispered "Helen!"

And the trodden moss-tufts hiss and sing 'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the tangled reed-beds rustle.

Then clearly floated to him a slow sweeping rustle of the wheat.

She heard the talk that followed the polite rustle of applause at the first intermission, without being irritated by it, without even listening to what it meant, though here and there a phrase registered itself upon her ear.

the ripe and hoary rye Waving white and billowy, Gives a husky rustle, as Fitful breezes fluttering pass.

Suddenly there went a rustling through the trees; birds flew to and fro with wild screaming, thunder was heard to roll, the earth shook, and tones of lamentation moaned in the air.

Through the stones and heather springing, Brook and brooklet haste below; Hark the rustling!

A sudden cold loathing of her possessed him; he hated the sound of her soft voice; he hated the rustle of her garments, as she leaned against the door with her handkerchief at her eyes.

During both séances Mrs. Lord kept up an almost continuous clapping of handsthe noise was not loud, but sufficient to aid in hiding any rustle of the Medium's dress, or creaking of a chair.

And the music still kept spinning and spinning, and finally wove in the color and fragrance and light with its subtile self; and the background of the woof was the hum and murmur of voices, and the continual rustling of feet.

They are pretty courageous in facing anything before them, but they do not like a rustling or indeed any motion in their rear.

He missed the soft silken rustle of the wheat.

He heard her step at last,a light, gliding step,so light that her coming was often unheard, except by those who perceived the faint rustle that went with it.

The tree in the garden which he had admired, the flowers he had loved and which since then had four times renewed their bloom, the rustling of the fir-trees which sounded from the wall, all spoke of him, and caused her heart to beat, she knew not whether with anger or with pain.