Now and again a stick cracked in the fires, and the Cicadas cried aloud in the tree stems; but except where the solitary paced up and down before the little flat-topped tree in front of the captain's tent, not a creature stirred in the whole camp; and the snores of the trooper under the bushes might be heard half across the camp.
"Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland"
Olive Schreiner
At Choongtam the rice-fields were flooded: and the whole flat was a marsh, covered with tropical grasses and weeds, and alive with insects, while the shrill cries of Cicadas, frogs and birds, filled the air.
"Himalayan Journals V2."
J. D. Hooker
Even the Cicadas seemed to sleep, and everything around was as still, as horribly still, as if the breath of the world, blooming and sparkling about her, was ready to fail.
"The Complete Historical Romances of Georg Ebers"
Georg Ebers