When there were several bands of musicians, it sounded as if all the v… — Walden

Walden — Henry David Thoreau

When there were several bands of musicians, it sounded as if all the village was a vast bellows and all the buildings expanded and collapsed alternately with a din. But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon. These martial strains seemed as far away as Palestine, and reminded me of a march of crusaders in the horizon, with a slight tantivy and tremulous motion of the elm tree tops which overhang the village. This was one of the _great_ days; though the sky had from my clearing only the same everlastingly great look that it wears daily, and I saw no difference in it.

Endroit: ¶298
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