Them with Dulcimers better get Harps, if ye can, 'cause we want to sing together.

But to-night we'll try voices.
I wouldn't wonder if there might be some of ye who might just as well go home and shell corn as try to sing." And he laughed.

"So in the first place we'll see if you can sing, and then what part you can sing, whether it's tribble, or counter, or bass, or tenor.

The best way for us to find out is to have you sing the scale--the notes of music.

Now these are the notes of music." And without recourse to tuning fork he sang: "Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do." The old schoolhouse seemed to swell to the mellow harmony from his big throat.