On the surface the wet boughs smoked only, and below, the burning wood began to hiss and the flame, however much it was replenished, began to be extinguished.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The sound of the wind changed to a threatening, sinister hiss.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
The rain had begun to fall and the whispering hiss that it made as it struck the earth drowned the more distant noise of the sea that solemnly broke beyond the bending fields.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole