W. H. H. Murray, Holiday Tales: Christmas in the Adirondacks
“ All day as I tramped on the trail toward your cabin, my mind has been filled with memories of the past, and the words of a sweet old song I used to sing when too young to feel the tenderness of it, have been ringing in my ears.""Sing us the song, sing us the song!" cried Wild Bill, and every man at the table cried with him, "Sing us the song!""Aye, aye," assented the Trapper, "sing us the song, Shanty Jim; we be men of the woods at this table, and some of us have had losses and sorrers, and all of us have memories of happy days that be gone. ”
