Ten years earlier he had lifted the chant, sung to the air of the "Doxology," when afflicted with the fever to go gold-mining in Patagonia.
The first time he had lifted the chant of "Like Argus of the Ancient Times," had been in 1849, when, twenty-two years' of age, violently attacked by the Californian fever, he had sold two hundred and forty Michigan acres, forty of it cleared, for the price of four yoke of oxen, and a wagon, and had started across the Plains.
And now, his huge gaunt form more erect than it had been for years, with a glinting of blue fires in his small and close-set eyes, he was lifting his ancient chant again.
Such the beach old John Tarwater stepped upon; and straight across the beach and up the trail toward Chilcoot he headed, cackling his ancient chant, a very Grandfather Argus himself, with no outfit worry in the world, for he did not possess any outfit.
And, as he worked, ever he raised his chant with his age-falsetto voice.
5 million victims of the 1915 Armenian genocide planned and perpetrated by the Ottoman Turkish government, Forty Martyrs: Armenian Chants
from Aleppo is an album of liturgical chants
treasured and sung in Aleppo, a cosmopolitan Syrian city that served as a refuge for survivors of the massacre.