Often they sang negro melodies with a plaintive lilt.

The slave had given his music to his master.

Harry joined with all the zest of an enthusiastic nature.
The effect of Shepard's words and of the still, solemn face of Jefferson Davis, framed in the open window, was wholly gone.
Spring was now advancing.

All the land was green.

The trees were in fresh leaf, and when they stopped at the little stations in the woods, they could hear the birds singing in the deep forest.