An old couplet says: "For ringers, singers, and a crier Bewdley excelled all Worcestershire."
"England in the Days of Old"
William Andrews
Then the town-crier appeared, instantly causing the staggering groups to cluster into one.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
A crier usually rides around the camp circle reminding the various bands of their duty.
"The Sun Dance of the Blackfoot Indians"
Clark Wissler