Word: roaring
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...Corinth, in Greece. As the first shocks rumbled at Corinth, a telegraph operator frantically clicked off the words: "Help! Help! All is lost!" Over, and over he repeated the frenzied message. Then the earth reeled, the telegraph office collapsed, crushing the operator, and, with a universal cataclysmic roar, virtually every building in Corinth tumbled to the ground...
Thus far the Lion's roar has tamed his whelps. Ireland, India, and Egypt have been reminded of their manners with no gentle cuffs. But the cubs are growing older and wiser, and though the Lion grants them petty liberties here and there, they are feeling their strength. Whether or not the strength of Egypt is as yet commanding is a question which only time and the British warships will solve...
Suddenly came a boom, a roar, and the Square of Julius Caesar trembled as if a giant had stamped. Clouds of dust surged up over the crowd and cloaked for an instant the awful tragedy which had occurred. A bomb, planted in the base of the lamp post had exploded. Merciless because inanimate it had blown the laughing girl-child so utterly to atoms that afterwards only her left hand could be found, and identified by a thin, cheap ring...
Meanwhile thousands of Milanese, touched by His Majesty's bravery and tenderness, had gathered in a packed and wildly cheering throng before the Royal Palace. When King Vittorio Emanuele finally slipped out upon a balcony and saluted, the ovation rose like the roar of sea surf, wave on wave. Again and again His Majesty saluted, but more than half an hour passed before the cheers died down sufficiently for him to retire within...
Purple Approach: "More jungle-humid, reeking. A soldier plucks twenty dollars' worth of purple orchids (New York quotation) and sticks them in the band of his sombrero. Troops of screaming monkeys swing past, stopping occasionally to grimace at us. From the depths of the forest, mountain lions roar. Huge macaws wing across the sky, crying hoarsely and flashing crimson. We ford and re-ford the north-flowing tributary, for endless hours we toil across the Yali range, and finally drop down near Jinotega in another night of driving rain over a road where the horses roll pitifully...