Immediately, soprano, alto, bass and tenor launched forth upon the sea of song.

The parts were like the treacherous and conflicting currents of a tide that tossed them roughly and sometimes overturned their craft.

And Ransom Walker showed always a proper sense of danger and responsibility.

Generally they got to port safely on these brief excursions, though exhausted.

He had a way of beating time with his head while singing and I have no doubt it was a great help to him.
The elder came over to me after meeting, having taken my tears for a sign of conviction.
'May the Lord bless and comfort you, my boy!' said he.
I got away shortly and made for the door.