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The notes of St. Peter's bells in full peal had been wafted to them while he spoke; and now the genial thumping of the town band, renowned for its unstinted use of the drum-stick, throbbed down the street.
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 243, chap. 29.
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
To the east of Casterbridge lay moors and meadows through which much water flowed. The wanderer in this direction who should stand still for a few moments in a quiet night, might hear singular symphonies from these waters, as from a lampless orchestra, all playing in their sundry tones from near and far parts of the moor. At a hole in a rotten weir they executed a recitative; where a tributary brook fell over a stone breastwork they trilled cheerily; under an arch they performed a metallic cymballing; and at Durnover Hole they hissed. The spot at which their instrumentation rose loudest was a place called Ten Hatches, whence during high springs there proceeded a very fugue of sounds.
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 341, chap. 41.
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
Field labourers and the wives and children trooped in from the villages for their weekly shopping and instead of a rattle of wheels and a tramp of horses ruling the sound as earlier, there was nothing but the shuffle of many feet.
The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 195, chap. 25.
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
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