One corn-crake, however, did not cause a winter: and he wished to-night to speak only about Art.
"Helena Brett's Career"
Desmond Coke
For the first two or three such attempts the crake seems to move but a little way, dodging to and fro in a zigzag, so that his call is never very far off; but if repeated again and again he gets alarmed, there is a silence, and presently you hear him in a corner of the mead a hundred yards distant.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
The crake doubtless often cries from a furrow, which would act something like a trough, tending to draw the sound along it.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies