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There was a bugle-blast and a proclamation, and a fat butler appeared in a high perch in the leftward wall, followed by his servitors bearing with impressive solemnity a royal baron of beef, smoking hot and ready for the knife. So the banquet began. By midnight the revelry was at its height. Now came one of those picturesque spectacles so admired in that old day.
The building was upon a slight elevation of land, and along the plain beneath could be seen the long rows of tents and the curling smoke of camp-fires; while the hum of many voices in the distance, with here and there a bugle-blast and the spirit-stirring roll of drums, denoted the site of the Confederate army.
Turn again, if you would leave this place in safety." With these words he vanished, and as he did so there rang on the air a bugle-blast like that blown for the death of a beast of the chase. "That blast is blown for me," said Balin. "I am the prize of the invisible powers. I am not yet dead, but they claim me for their own."
So he adorned his title-page with an emblem of freedom, a broad-brimmed hat and a feather upon a pole, and began his treatise with a bugle-blast that left no doubt of his purpose: 'I have thought it worth while to set up before the world this fair monument of civic strength, in order to waken in the breast of my people a joyous self-consciousness, and to give a fresh and pertinent example of what men may venture for a good cause and may accomplish by united action.
She could see the road almost to the horizon, along which she had so often watched her king-papa and his troop come shining, with the bugle-blast cleaving the air before them; and it was like a companion to her.
By-and-by was heard a bugle-blast and the quick, regular tread of marching men, and the head of a company came in sight. In perfect time the company paced, four deep, into the Plaza, halted, and fell into line in two ranks.
So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, "Place for the King! Way for the King's most excellent majesty!" These sounds are momently repeated they grow nearer and nearer and presently, almost in our faces, the martial note peals and the cry rings out, "Way for the King!"
Through the world they passed, the Poet and his mystic viol. It gathered to itself the melodies that fluttered over sea and land, songs of the mountains, and songs of the valleys, murmurs of love, and the trumpet-tones of war, bugle-blast of huntsman on the track of the chamois, and mother's lullaby to the baby at her breast.
He would learn her name, he would discover where she lived and then ... and then.... But a bugle-blast startled him from his dream, and shattered his resolve. It was a call to quarters for special duty. He looked up and saw great clouds of darkness roll into the valley. Alas! the day was indeed done, and it was all too late.
The officers ran to the athlete, after them the sailors. They covered his face and hands with kisses. He seemed escaped the Carthaginian to perish in the embrace of his countrymen. Never was his blush more boyish, more divine. Then a bugle-blast sent every man to his station. Cimon leaped across to his smaller ship.
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