The nodding plumes on the heads of the horses drawing the gilded band-wagon came into view, and at the same moment the band began to crash forth its resonant music.

Children danced and capered, heads were popped out of second-story windows, and the pushing crowd grew denser.
The band-wagon came slowly down the street in the bright spring sunshine, followed by the performers, mounted on well-groomed horses, some of which were beautifully mottled.

There were other horses, many of them--a few drawing chariots, driven by Amazons.

Then came the funny clown, in his little cart, with his jokes and grimaces for the children.
There was another band-wagon, as gorgeous as the first, at the head of the procession of wild-beast cages.

Its music was more deafening than that of the other.