Thepuffingoftheengineandtheclatterofthesteamer\'swheels，minglingwiththesoundsofthemusic，producedintheairsomethingwhichsoundedlikethewildsongofasnow-storm。
Thewhistleoftheflute，theshrillsingingoftheclarionets，theheavyroaringofthebasses，therufflingofthelittledrumandthedronesoftheblowsonthebigone，allthisfellonthemonotonousanddullsoundsofthewheels，astheycutthewaterapart，smotetheairrebelliously，drownedthenoiseofthehumanvoicesandhoveredafterthesteamer，likeahurricane，causingthepeopletoshoutatthetopoftheirvoices。Attimesanangryhissingofsteamrangoutwithintheengine，andtherewassomethingirritableandcontemptuousinthissoundasitburstunexpectedlyuponthechaosofthedronesandroarsandshouts。
\"Ishallneverforget，evenuntomygrave，thatyourefusedtodiscountthenoteforme，\"criedsomeoneinafiercevoice。
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\"Brethren！Letushavesomespeeches！\"