A snipe, belated in his feeding, ran along the sandy shore uttering his tweet-tweet, and his little cry, breaking in so softly on the silence, seemed only to make more deeply felt the great vast stillness of the night.
"The Spirit of the Border A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley"
Zane Grey
As I caught sight of him, he was straightening himself up, with a pretty, self-conscious air, at the same time spreading his white-edged tail, and calling, tweet, tweet, tweet.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey