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Him too I hate, the same as I hate these brainless budding trees, these brattling birds.

Crickets and night toads, the brattle of a dog, laundry billowing on a line against the night breeze.

We found a remarkably nice level bit of grass, screened by a rocky bank, and with what the Skipper called ‘a brattling brooklet’ in front, about two hundred yards from the lake.

Below was heard the ceaseless brattle of the waters, as they ran over and amongst the rocks which probably constituted the debris formed in the convulsion that opened this chasm.

Better the nag that ambles a' the day than him that makes a brattle for a mile and then's dune wi' the road.