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His ears were filled with the sound of the wind, singing fierce and lost and lonely, rising and rising again, shearing high and higher still, singing vibrance in a void, forever and forever wild.
W. O. Mitchell,Who Has Seen the Wind, Macmillan of Canada, Toronto, 1947, p. 270
PLACE: Saskatchewan Prairies
TIME: 20th century
...the sound of a carpet being betten. WHAP! The sound bounced off the sides of the house outside and slapped at the still afternoon.
W. O. Mitchell,Who Has Seen the Wind, Macmillan of Canada, Toronto, 1947, p. 280
PLACE: Saskatchewan Prairies
TIME: 20th century
The bell above the door tinkled as Brian entered the shoemaker's shop; he was welcomed by the richness of the leather. The shearing ring of an emery wheel came from the back of the shop, and for a moment he watched a million sparks star the darkness as they fell.
W. O. Mitchell,Who Has Seen the Wind, Macmillan of Canada, Toronto, 1947, p. 251.
PLACE: Saskatchewan Prairies
TIME: 20th century
The swarming hum of telephone wires...barely perceptible in the stillness, hardly a sound heard so much as a pulsing of power felt.
W. O. Mitchell,Who Has Seen the Wind, Macmillan of Canada, Toronto, 1947, p. 299.
PLACE: Saskatchewan Prairies
TIME: 20th century
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