For my seventh birthday, one of my rich aunts gave me a tin horn.

With the arrival of the tin horn, however, and the discovery of my talent for music, fishing was momentarily forgotten.

The Indian's claim was compromised for a plug hat and a tin horn.

I loved that little tin horn and practiced on it day and night.

I reached down and took my tin horn from her belt.

It was a nation of tin horns.

To call one another to action, they blew on five-foot-long tin horns.

The tin horns they used to call to one another could be heard across the valleys.

"Ain't been no tin horns stop off here lately," Gabby said.

"A watering can with a tin horn stuck on the spout."