The lines from one of our songs often rang through my brain: On the sandy shores of France Looking Blighty-wards to sea, There's a little camp a-sitting And it's all the world to me- For the cars are gently humming, And the 'phone bell's ringing yet, Come up, you British Convoy, Come ye up to Fontinettes- On the road to Fontinettes Where the trains have to be met; Can't you hear the cars a-chunking Through the Rue to Fontinettes?
"Fanny Goes to War"
Pat Beauchamp
There was a great sigh of relief from the frightened detectives, and then the chunking of machinery as the lift sank.
"Arsene Lupin"
Edgar Jepson Maurice Leblanc
The driver twisted his wheel and worked some levers, and the rhythmical chunking of the engine gradually ceased.
"Men, Women, and Boats"
Stephen Crane