He marched his men up, with the thin wailing of a banshee in his ears.
But that was the last act of destruction that the Banshee was destined to accomplish.
Presently he heard the long-drawn, quavering, banshee wail of a locomotive.
The Banshee corked the bottle and held it up proudly to the light.
Yes, it surely must be the banshee, and what does it forebode?
I thought ...