bong-bong-bong

Updated: June 22, 2025

The violet and mauve, that precede the aching yellow glare of day were fading; a coppersmith began his everlasting bong-bong-bong, apparently reverberating from every direction; the last, almost indetectable, warm whiff of night wind moved and died away, and the monkeys in the near-by baobab chattered it a requiem.

Talbot Mundy - Rung Ho!

A coppersmith was about the only living thing that seemed to care whether the sun went down or not. He seemed in a hurry to get a job done, and his reiterated "Bong-bong-bong!" that had never ceased since sunrise, and had driven nearly mad the few humans who were there to hear it quickened and grew louder. At last Brown came out of a square mud house, to see about the sunset.

Talbot Mundy - Told in the East