By four o'clock in the afternoon I could appreciate the sensations of a conch
shell on a parlor whatnot.
- "One Third Off", Irvin S. Cobb.
What the blowing the conch
portended, I cannot say, but I never found it the messenger of peace.
- "A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Volume 16", Robert Kerr.
A soft low came from a distant patch of laurel, and old Jasper's girl, Martha, folded her hands like a conch
at her mouth, and the shrill cry again startled the air.
- "A Cumberland Vendetta", John Fox, Jr..