Something approaches.

Now I discern horses, now a vehicle; and it is a chariot!' Orders were issued to the outriders for horns to be sounded.
Both Chloe and Beau Beamish wrinkled their foreheads at the disorderly notes of triple horns, whose pealing made an acid in the air instead of sweetness.
'You would say, kennel dogs that bay the moon!' said the wincing beau.
'Yet, as you know, these fellows have been exercised.

I have had them out in a meadow for hours, baked and drenched, to get them rid of their native cacophony.

But they love it, as they love bacon and beans.

The musical taste of our people is in the stage of the primitive appetite for noise, and for that they are gluttons.' 'It will be pleasant to hear in the distance,' Chloe replied.
'Ay, the extremer the distance, the pleasanter to hear.