will do us more good than the words of the bad white men. I am now going to read a Message from the Great White Chief.”
Then in a clear voice he read in the rhythmical native tongue the story which can never grow old, of the Good Shepherd seeking the sheep which had gone astray in the wilderness until He found it. He read the words with intense pathos, and when he had ended, he closed the book, and lifting up his voice, he began the hymn of “Nearer My God to Thee,” of which the Indians were very fond.
“Ndo nyet nyakkwun Ttia
Ndo nyet nyakkwum,
Kwizyit nititae,
Guselshit chi.
Tthui sih chilig telya
Ndo nyet nyakkwum Ttia,
Ndo nyet nyakkwum.”
The hymn ended, Tom dropped upon his knees, his companions doing likewise, and offered up a few simple prayers, one of which was an earnest appeal that the Gikhi might be spared, and that the Indians might once more return to the right way. He concluded with the Lord’s Prayer, in which all joined. As their voices rose as one, all of Tom’s fears were removed. He believed that these Indians would remain true, and that never again would they be induced to go astray.
