The next path he followed took him to a living spring, where the big man was wont to lead his own horse to water, and from whence he led the water to his cabin in a small flume to always drip and trickle past his door.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
drip; drip; drip; and the ghostly step so distinct that he thought the body he was watching must have tired of lying in one position so long, and was walking about for exercise.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
The tumult receded in gradations of sinking sound, until at last there was silence, except for the drip from the veranda eaves.
"A Prairie Courtship"
Harold Bindloss