Because of a Sound, the fortunes of The Pipers’ Guild began.

It seems appropriate, therefore, that I should open this account by introducing you to that sound, then lead you, if I can, down the widening stream of our experiment. For the pipe which we made nineteen years ago, has increased in musical capacity; but never has it lost the voice with which it began—a character traditional to mountain shepherds all over the world. This is my pipe, and the tune I will play is Purcell's Fairest Isle.