There were _Carry me Back to Old Tennessee_, _The Sailor's Grave_, _Aura Lee_, with her golden hair, who brought sunshine and swallows indiscriminately to each locality which she graced with the said golden hair, and _Come where my Love Lies Dreaming_, _Seeing Nellie Home_, and scores or at least dozens that I fail to recall.
But while we had a great store of songs we were deficient to the last degree in musical instruments, the one solitary example being an humble mouth-organ which in a moment of weakness I had thrown in with my outfit.

We just escaped having a flute.

Frank, who left us on the 10th of June, possessed one, and when he was preparing to go Steward negotiated for this instrument.

He gave Cap.

his revolver to trade for it, considering the flute more desirable property for the expedition.
Cap., being an old soldier, concluded to fire at a mark before letting the revolver pass forever from our possession.