He saw the value of the music.
"I never heard such airs in our Presbyterian church," said Dalton to Harry.
"But this isn't a church." "No, it isn't, but those Creole tunes suit here.

They put fresh life into me." "Same here.

And they help the men, too.

Look how gay they are." Up went the shining sun.

The brilliant blue light, shot with gold, spread from horizon to horizon, little white clouds of vapor, tinted at the edges with gold from the sun, floated here and there.