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Usage examples of bagpipes.

To please his owner, Johnson had gone as far as to tackle and master playing the bagpipes!

Fraser, you'll be interested that in order to please my father, our butler, Johnson, blew and squeaked and labored until he actually learned how to play the bagpipes.

Oh, he still loved the taste of haggis, felt pure boyish joy when his ears were assailed by the sudden skirl of bagpipes.

Our time spent in Scotland gave me great hope that his childhood memories of Dumfries, his obvious love of all things Scottish, from the skirl of bagpipes to his hard-to-believe love of that dreadful dish haggis, might cause him to announce any day after our return to London that we were sailing for Savannah and home.

Faintly, in the distance, they heard the sound of a river running and behind that the plaintive wail of bagpipes.

The bagpipes had not changed significantly since the seventeenth century.

When she had met him, Wolfer Martin D'Ambry had been a figure of mystery, but essentially a carefree sort, content to play his bagpipes and win friends among the genius loci of the wilder sites.

Shrill, but commanding, skirling, a twisting, tootling thing that would not conventionally be called a melody, but could be nothing else, the bagpipes called out to her.

Upon her return, they picnicked in the orchard, then, cake and ice cream and Alice's gift of pottery all gone by, Ambry fetched his bagpipes from the cottage.

Mother and daughter stood stunned, watching in dull horror as a single tentacle reappeared to collect the bagpipes before vanishing with the rest.

Off on a nearby hillock, she heard Murdoc pick up his bagpipes and begin a plaintive tune.

Mayhap I could teach Stigand to say the words to my sagas whilst I accompany him with the bagpipes.

It had been a long day, topped off most recently with a lute performance by Inghinn, the sheepherder's daughter, a bawdy song rendered by the twins, Vagn and Toste, a playing of the bagpipes by Murdoc that brought tears to the eyes of many in the hall, and two sagas delivered by Bolthor, one about the Battle of Brunanburh, where Maire's father had died years ago, and one a hugely funny story about Rurik and a fake witch who'd put an eel skin up her gown to scare him into believing she had a tail.

He so obviously disliked Kathryn that I think only the bagpipes could have driven him to want to get back to her company.

They march through the streets fifty strong at all hours of the night playing bagpipes!