He stood at his father's side and the drums were beginning.

It was some time after dark that the drums began.

The 50-gallon drums began disappearing, and today there are only five left.

The drums began to beat, slowly at first, then building in intensity.

Far up the mountains, the drums had begun their call.

As he left the mission compound, the drums began again.

And then I realized the drums had begun to beat more slowly.

Drums began to beat long before they reached the ravine.

After a few moments, the drums and chanting began again.

The drums began to turn, all except one in the top row which had jammed.