That was 'Nearer, my God, to Thee.'" Mukoki, gathering wind, had begun again.
"That's his favourite," explained Father Roland.

"At times, when he is alone, he will chant it by the hour.

He is delighted when I join in with him.

It's 'From Greenland's Icy Mountains.'" "Ke wa de noong a yah jig, Kuh ya 'gewh wah bun oong, E gewh an duh nuh ke jig, E we de ke zhah tag, Kuh ya puh duh ke woo waud Palm e nuh sah wunzh eeg, Ke nun doo me goo nah nig Che shuh wa ne mung wah." At first David had felt a slight desire to laugh at the Cree's odd chanting and the grotesque movement of his hands and arms, like two pump handles in slow and rhythmic action, as he kept time.

This desire did not come to him again during the day.