Dark fell quickly, and, with the dark, came a low palpitating rumble, that distant throbbing of sound, that malevolent vibrance which gives to every Haitian moonlit night an oppression and a fear all its own.
"Plotting in Pirate Seas"
Francis Rolt-Wheeler
The vibrance scarcely seemed to be sound, rather did it seem to be a slower tapping of air-waves on the drum of the ear, too low to be actually heard, but yet beating with a maddening persistence.
"Plotting in Pirate Seas"
Francis Rolt-Wheeler
They were great rolling clouds that seemed to envelop the entire universe with their vibrance.
"The Holes and John Smith"
Edward W. Ludwig