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were alight in the sanctuary, and in the stalls there was a stir of feet, the sharp edges of the original sounds furred in the innumerable echoes. But under all these familiar sounds of an oncoming office was something else, quite unrecognizable-a sigh, but a sigh with a strange impetus in it. At times it most nearly resembled the sound which might be given by a huge aeolian harp, but at others the quality changed, and the note was like what I had once heard when an anthropologist from Australia had demonstrated for us the aborigine's siren, the "bull-roarer." Then it took on again the strange volume I once heard pour from the twenty-footlong Tibetan lama trumpet and finally it rose to a tone I have only heard once before, when a paleontologist blew into one of those paleolithic ocarinas-certainly man's oldest wind instrument. The sounds had been so unexpected that, until they ceased, I had not asked myself whence they could be coming, what could be emitting them. Then, of course, I realized-it must be the reconstructed Saxon organ.
After that I was resolved to stay to evensong and presented myself for admission at the choir gates. I was the only applicant, the only "congregation," so I was promoted to one of the richly carved stalls on the north side. I was pleased at this, for it gave me a good coign from which to see the organ, which now had thoroughly aroused my interest. I own that for a moment I glanced about, wondering whether anyone else beside the choir and dignitaries would attend, and I remember casually wondering what had happened to my fellow investigator of the nave, wondering why he had not had the courtesy (which I own I had nearly omitted) to attend service after sight-seeing. My specula

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