cac-

The call of the male is a human-like, loud, clear cac-cac-cac; that of the female is said to be more harsh and often broken.

I cac'late in my time I hev hed more'n a hundred pounds o'wool pulled into my eyes 'n' I ain't blind yit.

But I don't cac'late ye will, Mr. Page, an' we'll all on us be satisfied to git our hats back.

Then we gathered round, peekin' in the door 'n' winders ez if cac'latin' to enjie Abe's dyin' agonies.

At a red heat it unites actively with lampblack, giving a carbide, CaC₂.