... along not very rapidly, for there was already fighting going on in France, and we were obliged to turn off the highway many times. One morning, passing through a field, I heard the sound of a bugle. It was the French bugle call. It sounded a little queer, but I said to myself, 'Hullo! there are comrades near.' I ran round a hillock, and saw something that I shall never ... — The Son of Monte Cristo • Jules Lermina
... rose like a bugle call, "Diable! foster-father! I have just made a very different discovery from the one I promised you,—Tyrker has ... — The Thrall of Leif the Lucky • Ottilie A. Liljencrantz