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Usage examples of trumpeter.

According to Josephus, this great number was vastly increased in still later times, the numbers given being 200,000 trumpeters and 40,000 harpers and players upon stringed instruments.

Lake of the Golden House, assemble trumpeters, zither players, flutists, cymbalists, foot-cymbalists, and singers.

Next came trumpeters, long, shining horns raised, still calling the flourish.

Flanked by standard-bearers, a trumpeter, the Dainnan, the Legions of Eldaraigne and battalions from the armies of every country in Erith with their banners and gonfalons, the gay pennons unfolding their points along the breeze, this sovereign of a lost Realm looked toward the wide lands opening out from the Landbridge and advanced steadily into Namarre.

Jane, unusually, even accompanied Paul to a recording session on 20 July 1967 to see the trumpeter and trombonist Chris Barber, the man who popularised traditional jazz in Britain.

Her drummers and trumpeters waited near the gates, ready to fall in when she left.

Roars and cheers from the crowds lining the town streets greeted the procession, all but drowning the thunder of the drummers and the blare of the trumpeters.

His wife had a secure home now, much better than the farmhouse she had shared with cows in Pomerania, and his son had a proud position in the school band: youngest member, and best trumpeter.

Again Captain Boanerges sendeth his trumpeter to Ear-gate, to sound as before for a hearing.

So Captain Boanerges commanded his trumpeter to go up to Ear-gate again, and, in the name of the great King Shaddai, to give it a very loud summons to come down without delay to Ear-gate, there to give audience to the King’s most noble captains.

The trumpeter answered, ‘I am servant to the most noble captain, Captain Boanerges, general of the forces of the great King Shaddai, against whom both thyself, with the whole town of Mansoul, have rebelled, and lift up the heel.

The captains also, in the deep of this winter, did send by the mouth of Boanerges’ trumpeter a summons to Mansoul to yield up herself to the King, the great King Shaddai.

Trumpeters blew a fanfare, the crowd surged and shouted, and I cantered up the gravel to the broad palace steps.

Unknown animals near and far made their cryptic squawks, screeches, chitterings, even a new sound, a musical brassy series of notes, like the practice of an expert trumpeter.

The Spanish had arrived, their trumpeters in front, their colours flying, the blue-coated infantry straggling behind.