There was always a crowd there, always shouting, laughter and abuse, hideous hoarse singing and often fighting.
"No mistake about it, you are not a Christian," many voices were shouting in the crowd.
--and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted(as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.
All this I saw from the open window of the Warden's breakfast-saloon, looking across the shoulder of the Lord Chancellor, who had sprung to his feet the moment the shouting began, almost as if he had been expecting it, and had rushed to the window which commanded the best view of the market-place.
"I never heard such shouting before-- and at this time of the morning, too!
I represented, modestly, that to my ears it appeared that they were shouting for different things, but the Chancellor would not listen to my suggestion for a moment.
For a few minutes they heard the panting of the tired little horse and the drunken shouting
of the peasants.
When Little John reached the stand he found none fighting, but only bold Eric walking up and down the platform, swinging his staff and shouting
lustily, "Now, who will come and strike a stroke for the lass he loves the best, with a good Lincolnshire yeoman?
There was no one in the anteroom; empty bottles, cloaks, and overshoes were lying about; there was a smell of alcohol, and sounds of voices and shouting in the distance.
From the third room came sounds of laughter, the shouting of familiar voices, the growling of a bear, and general commotion.
There was a lot of shouting, and one man was even jesting.
I saw people struggling shorewards, and heard their screaming and shouting faintly above the seething and roar of the Martian's collapse.