"Upon the road to Nikko, Where the pilgrims pray, Along the road to Nikko Either side the way, Thundering great camellia trees Decked with blossoms gay, Adorn the road to Nikko, The mountain road to Nikko, In the month of May." The singer stopped singing and began to whistle. Then he broke out into prose. "Damn boots! I'll be lame in another mile. Why can't we be content with sandals like our 'brithers' the Japs!" "Dinna damn boots, but their makers," replied his companion, a sandy Scot of fifty or more, dressed in broadcloth and a bowler, a figure at once a blot upon the lonely road and a blasphemy against Japana blot whose name was M'Gourley.