yaw-w-w

Updated: May 7, 2025

He was sound asleep, with his coat unbuttoned, his gray helmet on the floor beside him, and his brass buttons and badge glittering in the gas-light. On a couch at the other side of the room lay another policeman, in his shirt-sleeves. He, too, was asleep, his mouth was open, and from it came the most outrageous snores I ever heard. "Whee-e-e yar-r-r-r yaw-w-w yop, yop, yop," he would go.

Edmund Lester Pearson - The Voyage of the Hoppergrass