The uproar was terrible, but it was nothing compared to the Trumpeting of the gigantic beast.
"Leo the Circus Boy"
Ralph Bonehill
Besides, you hear how the King is Trumpeting from longing after us.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The fact is- And then Gerard blushed and stuttered, for he saw no way out of Trumpeting his own achievements, and somehow there was something about those blue eyes that made him shrink instinctively from anything approaching this.
"The Luck of Gerard Ridgeley"
Bertram Mitford