I remember the fearful jabber, which I suppose has gone on and always will, since Port Said was invented. "From Edinburgh to India & Burmah" by William G. Burn Murdoch

Somehow the jabber about dreams, though in a language that only enabled her to catch its general drift, had interested her uncommonly. "A Prisoner in Fairyland" by Algernon Blackwood

She was singing, and her voice rose clearly above the puff of the engine and the jabber below. "Mae Madden" by Mary Murdoch Mason

Why, I've seen 'em stringin' along the road just like them fellers we passed just now, and then stop all of a suddent like hounds off the scent, jabber among themselves, and start off in a different direction"- " Just what they're doing now! "From Sand Hill to Pine" by Bret Harte

Then don't jabber about my pictures. "Literary Love-Letters and Other Stories" by Robert Herrick