The gong was the size of a wash-bowl, and was placed above the head of our bed.

There was a wire from the house to the coachman's quarters in the stable, and a noble gong alongside his pillow.
"We should have been comfortable now but for one defect.

Every morning at five the cook opened the kitchen door, in the way of business, and rip went that gong! The first time this happened I thought the last day was come sure.

I didn't think it in bed--no, but out of it--for the first effect of that frightful gong is to hurl you across the house, and slam you against the wall, and then curl you up, and squirm you like a spider on a stove lid, till somebody shuts the kitchen door.

In solid fact, there is no clamor that is even remotely comparable to the dire clamor which that gong makes.