Here we make our camp: the sun shines out brightly, but muttering thunders marshall forth black clouds.... May 1852 Scenes Beyond the Western Border; and Scenes and Adventures in the Army (with "marshall" corrected to "marshal": "muttering thunders marshal forth black clouds.")
“Hark! The thunder becomes less muttering. It is nearing us, and nearing the earth, too. Hark! One crammed crash! All the vibrations made one by nearness. Another flash. Hold!” --The Lightning-Rod Man in Putnam's Monthly Magazine 4 (August 1854) and The Piazza Tales.
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