The quote below is from 'The Blithedale Romance' by the famous author Nathaniel Hawthorne. It is near the end of the 24th Chapter, The Masqueraders. The narrator is going to see a crowd inside the forest. I just could not understand what he meant by the sentence below. Therefore, I wanted to ask you about it. Maybe you could help me by paraphrasing it?
Not a voice spoke, but I knew it better than my own; not a laugh, but its cadences were familiar.
The paragraph that it belongs to is as follows:
Skirting farther round the pasture, I heard voices and much laughter proceeding from the interior of the wood. Voices, male and feminine ; laughter, not only of fresh young throats, but the bass of grown people, as if solemn organ-pipes should pour out airs of merriment. Not a voice spoke, but I knew it better than my own; not a laugh, but its cadences were familiar. The wood, in this portion of it, seemed as full of jollity as if Comus and his crew were holding their revels in one of its usually lonesome glades.