As H. opened his mouth to answer, the sharp pealing of the tocsin, such as it rings only in cases of great emergency, followed by the rolling of the drum, told them better than we could that the worst bad come.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
The tocsin ceased, but the drum rolled on.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
The tocsin is now sounding!
"The Idler in France"
Marguerite Gardiner