When he was singing, I could see that frequently he was really not thinking about his song at all, but of something quite foreign to it, and the singing was a mere accompaniment.

Our party as a whole commanded an extensive repertory of song for an exploring expedition and while most of the voices were somewhat below concert requirement, there was no one to object, and one of us, Jack, did have an excellent voice.

A song often heard was, _Shells of Ocean_ and also that one most appropriate, _What Are the Wild Waves Saying ?_ Then there was _If I Had but a Thousand a Year, Gaffer Green_, and of course, _Annie Laurie_.

Never was there an American or an English expedition to anywhere that did not have that song, as well as _Way Down upon the Suwanee River_.

In addition to all these and the ones previously mentioned of which "Oh, the lone starry hours give me Love When still is the beautiful night," was a special favourite, Jack's individual repertory contained an exhaustless number, both sad and gay.