When he had finished the choir sang.

Their singing was a thing that appealed to the eye as well as the ear.

Uncle Eb used to say it was a great comfort to see Elkenah Samson sing bass.

His great mouth opened widely in this form of praise and his eyes had a wild stare in them when he aimed at the low notes.
Ransom Walker, a man of great dignity, with a bristling moustache, who had once been a schoolmaster, led the choir and carried the tenor part.
It was no small privilege after the elder had announced the hymn, to see him rise and tap the desk with his tuning fork and hold it to his ear solemnly.

Then he would seem to press his chin full hard upon his throat while he warbled a scale.