It is not a pleasant noise in itself, and I have often complained of it at other times, but just then it was like music to hear my friends snoring together so loud and peaceful in their sleep. The sea-cry of the watch, that beautiful "All's well," never fell more reassuringly on my ear.Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island (1883), ch. 27
(Spoiler alert: Jim was in for a nasty surprise.)
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