All.
“Oh, mother, an-gel mother, are you waitin’
there beside the lit-tle cottage on the
lea—”
Jake.
“On the lea—”
All.
“How of-ten would she bless me in all them days so fair—
Would old dog Tray re-member me—”
Sonora.
“Re-member me.”
All the while the miners had been singing, the sad and morose-looking individual had been steadily growing more and more disconsolate; and when Sonora rumbled out the last deep note in his big, bass voice, he heaved a great sob and broke down completely.
In surprised consternation everyone turned in the direction from whence had come the sound. But it was Sonora who, affected both by the pathos of the song and the sight of the pathetic figure before them, quietly went over and laid a hand upon the other’s arm.