zeep

When I last heard it, I was with a companion, and our attention was arrested, as we were skirting the edge of a sloping, rather marshy, bowlder-strewn field, by the "zeep," "zeep," which the bird utters on the ground, preliminary to its lark-like flight.

The Wit of a Duck and Other Papers John Burroughs 1879

In half a minute or less his "zeep," "zeep," came up again from the ground.

The Wit of a Duck and Other Papers John Burroughs 1879

"zeep," came out of the dimness six or eight rods away.

The Wit of a Duck and Other Papers John Burroughs 1879

I'm thinking "F-schwing-zeep-crangtwit" in my head, but that could be wrong.

A Trap Table Project from 4-H 2009

I'm thinking "F-schwing-zeep-crangtwit" in my head, but that could be wrong.

A Trap Table Project from 4-H 2009

But a good rule of thumb here is that, unless you're telling someone that they resemble Julianne Moore or Johnny Depp, zeep the leep.

Never tell someone they look like a famous actor. And never wear skinny jeans either Hadley Freeman 2010

But even as I stiffened in my saddle to shove my heels in and forge ahead, Sher Khan's hand leaped from my wrist to my bridle, there was a zeep of steel, and the Khyber knife was pricking my ribs with his voice hissing out of the dark:

Fiancée 2010

But even as I stiffened in my saddle to shove my heels in and forge ahead, Sher Khan's hand leaped from my wrist to my bridle, there was a zeep of steel, and the Khyber knife was pricking my ribs with his voice hissing out of the dark:

Flashman In The Great Game Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1975

But even as I stiffened in my saddle to shove my heels in and forge ahead, Sher Khan's hand leaped from my wrist to my bridle, there was a zeep of steel, and the Khyber knife was pricking my ribs with his voice hissing out of the dark:

Flashman In The Great Game Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1975

Hazel, always for adventure, said they would, and said also that she could hear the queen in one hive 'zeep-zeeping' -- that strange music which, like the maddeningly soft skirl of bagpipes or the fiddling of Ned Pugh, has power to lure living creatures away from comfort and full hives into the unknown -- so darkly sweet.

Gone to Earth Mary Gladys Meredith Webb 1904