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Now his ordinary conversational tone was that of the announcer at a circus. But his heart was good. "Can we camp here?" we inquired. "Sure thing," he bellowed. "Turn your horses into the meadow. Camp right here." But with the vision of a rounded wooded knoll a few hundred yards distant we said we'd just get out of his way a little.
At the moment some one was telling a "bedtime story" for the little folks, and, as it happened, this was the last thing on the programme preceding Larry's act. When the narrator had finished, there came a short pause, and then the familiar voice of the announcer. "The next number on this programme will be a novelty, an imitation of various bird calls and songs, given by Mr. Larry Bartlett."
"But I should want to make the experiment on a very little lion at first. If I got out with a whole skin I might want to tackle something bigger. I wonder if he is going into the tiger cage?" As if in answer to his question, an announcer shouted out the information that the trainer would give an exhibition in the cage of the tiger just before the evening performance.
That was the manner in which the megaphone announcer heralded their appearance. Then followed a rattle of drums and a tooting of horns, ending in one tremendous bang as Calico, lifting his feet so high and so daintily you might have thought he was stepping over a row of china vases, and bowing his head so low that his neck arched almost double, came mincing into the arena.
He smiled as he faced the audience, when the announcer, placing a hand on his shoulder, said: "Joe Fleming, the Pride of West Oakland." Cheers and hand-clappings stormed up, and she heard affectionate cries of "Oh, you, Joe!" Men shouted it at him again and again. He walked back to his corner. Never to her did he seem less a fighter than then.
The announcer conferred with the timekeepers and then stepped forward: "First, Skinny Thompson, Bar-20, thirty minutes and ten seconds; second, Lefty Allen, O-Bar-O, forty minutes and seven seconds." Skinny returned to his friends shamefacedly and did not look as if he had just won a championship.
The sun was rising; the Announcer of the Moons put up his hand before his eyes, and then grasping his clarion with outstretched arms sounded a loud brazen cry over Carthage. People came out of every house; they would not believe what was said; they disputed with one another; the mole was covered with people. At last they recognised Hamilcar's trireme.
"I I I don't know," stammered Sam, and was about to say more, but the clarion voice of the announcer was heard informing the crowd that: "John Curtiss' Bleriot model will now make a flight for the great prize." With a confident smile on his face, Jack stepped forward and held his model ready.
Ride? I've got a ten-year kid home that would laugh at 'em all. But I'll show 'em up. Want to know my little stunt?" "I'll wait and enjoy the surprise." The wild riders who provoked the scorn of the smaller man were now gathering in the central space; a formidable crew, long of hair and brilliant as to bandannas, while the announcer thundered through his megaphone: "La-a-a-dies and gen'l'mun!
The Announcer of the Moons, who watched on the summit of the temple of Eschmoun every night in order to signal the disturbances of the planet with his trumpet, one morning perceived towards the west something like a bird skimming the surface of the sea with its long wings. It was a ship with three tiers of oars and with a horse carved on the prow.
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