huzzah

The battle-cry of the confederates was a wild cheering—a fox-hunt yell, as we called it; that of the union soldiers was huzza!

But Folly, the true queen of the people, marches in with kettle-drums and trumpets—Huzza!

A huzza burst from the lips of the assembled thousands almost loud enough to pierce the ear of the king, now palsied in death.

Then there arose a huzza from the few knots of watchers gathered there, and they cried, ‘Long live King Jarge!’