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From some point far overhead a musical humming became audible. It / was not the rasping roar of an aëroplane motor, but a deep, truly / melodious note that seemed to grow rapidly in volume. The soft-voiced / conversations on the upper deck were hushed. Every one listened to / the strange sound from above. It grew and became clear and distinct. / The source seemed to come nearer. At last the sound came from a spot / directly overhead, then passed over and toward the Narrows.
A cold breeze beat down suddenly. It was not a cool sea breeze, but / a current of air coming down from directly above the Coney Island / steamer. It was actively, actually cold. A chorus of exclamations / arose, full of the wit of the American a-holidaying.