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Struggling was of no use with a halter round his windpipe, and he very soon began to tremble and stagger, blind, no doubt, and with a roaring in his ears as of a thousand battle-trumpets, at any rate, subdued and helpless. That was enough.
Music too was there; the shrill peal of the Median trumpet, and soft tone of the Phrygian flute; the Jewish cymbal and harp, Paphlagonian tambourines and the stringed instruments of Ionia; Syrian kettle-drums and cymbals, the shells and drums of the Arians from the mouth of the Indus, and the loud notes of the Bactrian battle-trumpets.
Struggling was of no use with a halter round his windpipe, and he very soon began to tremble and stagger, blind, no doubt, and with a roaring in his ears as of a thousand battle-trumpets, at any rate, subdued and helpless. That was enough.
Music too was there; the shrill peal of the Median trumpet, and soft tone of the Phrygian flute; the Jewish cymbal and harp, Paphlagonian tambourines and the stringed instruments of Ionia; Syrian kettle-drums and cymbals, the shells and drums of the Arians from the mouth of the Indus, and the loud notes of the Bactrian battle-trumpets.
Struggling was of no use with a halter round his windpipe, and he very soon began to tremble and stagger, blind, no doubt, and with a roaring in his ears as of a thousand battle-trumpets, at any rate, subdued and helpless. That was enough.
A vast murmur rose from the assembly, for like distant thunder or the far-off murmuring of agitated waters was the continuous hum of their blended conversation and laughter, while, ever and anon, cleaving the many-tongued confusion, uprose friendly voices, clearer and stronger than battle-trumpets, when one hero challenged another to drink, wishing him victory and success, and his words rang round the hollow dome.
Music too was there; the shrill peal of the Median trumpet, and soft tone of the Phrygian flute; the Jewish cymbal and harp, Paphlagonian tambourines and the stringed instruments of Ionia; Syrian kettle-drums and cymbals, the shells and drums of the Arians from the mouth of the Indus, and the loud notes of the Bactrian battle-trumpets.
We are sick and tired of plutocrats who struggle and scheme but for themselves; we turn with loathing from the concrete selfishness of Newport and Saratoga; the clatter of arms and the blare of battle-trumpets in time of peace are hideous to our ears we want no wealth gained from conquest and strife. Ours is the richest country the world has ever known.
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