1 In spite of war, fire and Reconstruction, Atlanta had again become a boom town.
2 The prodigious strain upon the main-sail had parted the weather-sheet, and the tremendous boom was now flying from side to side, completely sweeping the entire after part of the deck.
3 The poor fellow whom Queequeg had handled so roughly, was swept overboard; all hands were in a panic; and to attempt snatching at the boom to stay it, seemed madness.
4 Nothing was done, and nothing seemed capable of being done; those on deck rushed towards the bows, and stood eyeing the boom as if it were the lower jaw of an exasperated whale.
5 As they climbed the hill on the farther side artillery began to boom.
6 There was a long silence, profound and unbroken; then a deep, sullen boom came floating down out of the distance.
7 They waited a time that seemed an age, and then the same muffled boom troubled the solemn hush.
8 So I set there and watched the cannon-smoke and listened to the boom.
9 Even above the hissing boom of the larchwood, that spread its bristling, leafless, wolfish darkness on the down-slope, she heard the tinkle as of tiny water-bells.
10 But folks talk so much, of course there was a boom during the war.
11 There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leader rang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden.
12 Suddenly the strange sound of a far-off whistling and thud was heard, followed by a boom of cannon blending into a dull roar that set the windows rattling.
13 Throughout the dismal meal, Gerald's booming voice battered against her ears until she thought she could endure it no longer.
14 In the early morning hours before the noises of the town awoke, the cannon at Kennesaw Mountain could be heard faintly, far away, a low dim booming that might have passed for summer thunder.
15 Somewhere there was a war and cannon booming and burning towns and men who rotted in hospitals amid sickening-sweet stinks.