He did not slacken his pace, but kept steadily on, and suddenly the Little Missioner joined him in a voice that rang out like the blare of a bugle.

To David's ears there was something familiar in that song as it rose wildly on the morning air.
"Pa sho ke non ze koon, Ta ba nin ga, Ah no go suh nuh guk, Na quash kuh mon; Na guh mo yah nin koo, Pa sho ke non ze koon, Pa sho ke non ze koon, Ta ba nin go." "What is it ?" he asked, when Father Roland dropped back to his side, smiling and breathing deeply.

"It sounds like a Chinese puzzle, and yet ..." The Missioner laughed.

Mukoki had ended a second verse.
"Twenty years ago, when I first knew Mukoki, he would chant nothing but Indian legends to the beat of a tom-tom," he explained.

"Since I've had him he has developed a passion for 'mission singing'-- for hymns.