At the flourish of clarions and trumpets, they started out against each other at full gallop; and such was the superior dexterity or good fortune of the challengers, that those opposed to Bois-Guilbert, Malvoisin, and Front-de-B uf, rolled on the ground.
The shouts of the multitude, together with the acclamations of the heralds, and the clangour of the trumpets, announced the triumph of the victors and the defeat of the vanquished.
Thus the heroe is always introduced with a flourish of drums and trumpets
, in order to rouse a martial spirit in the audience, and to accommodate their ears to bombast and fustian, which Mr Locke's blind man would not have grossly erred in likening to the sound of a trumpet
Shortly afterwards, accompanied by several trumpets
and mounted on a powerful steed that threatened to crush the whole place, the great lacquey Tosilos made his appearance on one side of the courtyard with his visor down and stiffly cased in a suit of stout shining armour.
Short led the way; with the flat box, the private luggage (which was not extensive) tied up in a bundle, and a brazen trumpet
slung from his shoulder-blade.
But as the strange captain, leaning over the pallid bulwarks, was in the act of putting his trumpet
to his mouth, it somehow fell from his hand into the sea; and the wind now rising amain, he in vain strove to make himself heard without it.
The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet
in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other.
The blast of the trumpet
sounded from the balcony of the Town House, and awoke the echoes far and wide, as if to challenge all mankind to dispute King George's title.
He bellowed and trumpeted
and screamed until the earth shook to the mighty volume of his noise.
And next, let the trumpet
pour forth a funereal wail, and the herald's voice give breath in one vast cry to all the groans and grievous utterances that are audible throughout the earth.
War was again proclaimed, however, and when the trumpet
summoned him to his standard, the Soldier put on his charger its military trappings, and mounted, being clad in his heavy coat of mail.
The new elephants strained at their ropes, and squealed and trumpeted
from time to time, and he could hear his mother in the camp hut putting his small brother to sleep with an old, old song about the great God Shiv, who once told all the animals what they should eat.