And then the men coming down stairs, half awake and yawning, in their shirt sleeves and their stocking feet, and pushing on their boots and clattering out to the stable, and shouting to the horses that are stamping in their stalls; and then you yoursef busy as Thop's wife laying the cups and saucers, and sending the boys to the well for water, and filling the big crock to the brim, and hanging the kettle on the hook, and setting somebody to blow the fire while the gorse flames and Crackles, and bustling here and bustling there, and stirring yoursef terr'ble, and getting breakfast over, and starting everybody away to his work in the fields-aw, there's nothing like it in the world.
"Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon 1893"
Hall Caine
Another blow-the branch Crackles-there is a crash-it parts from the cliff-it is gone!
"Popular Adventure Tales"
Mayne Reid
Then, if you stuff in hemlock into the embers of the fire that you were raking out, till it hums and Crackles under the boiler, it won't be long before you hear the propeller thud thudding at the stern again, and before the long roar of the steam whistle echoes over to the town.
"Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town"
Stephen Leacock