A song the Major was fond of singing, _Softly and Sweetly it Comes from Afar_, almost involuntarily, sprang from us all, though our great songster, Jack, was not with us.

Jack had an extensive repertory, an excellent voice, and a hearty, exuberant spirit.

He would sing _Write Me a Letter from Home_, _The Colleen Bawn_, _The Lone Starry Hours_, _Beautiful Isle of the Sea_, and many others in a way that brought tranquillity to our souls.
We missed him on this evening but nevertheless our song sounded well, echoing from wall to wall, and we liked it.

Somehow or other that night remains one of the fairest pictures I have ever seen.
Another day I went with Steward down across the triangular bottom to the lower end of the park where we climbed out through the canyon of a little brook to a sandy and desolate plateau.

Currant bushes laden with fruit abounded and there were tracks of grizzlies to be seen.