We hope to go to `` thee War '' sometime . ' ` Oah , I know all thatt . ' Kim drew his bow again at a venture . If they were not going to the war , at least they did not know what he knew of the talk in the veranda at Umballa . ' I know you are not at thee war now ; but I tell you that as soon as you get to Umballa you will be sent to the war -- the new war . It is a war of eight thousand men , besides the guns . ' ` That 's explicit . D'you add prophecy to your other gifts ? Take him along , sergeant . Take up a suit for him from the Drums , an ' take care he does n't slip through your fingers . Who says the age of miracles is gone by ? I think I 'll go to bed . My poor mind 's weakening . ' At the far end of the camp , silent as a wild animal , an hour later sat Kim , newly washed all over , in a horrible stiff suit that rasped his arms and legs . ' A most amazin ' young bird , ' said the sergeant . ` He turns up in charge of a yellow-headed buck-Brahmin priest , with his father 's Lodge certificates round his neck , talkin ' God knows what all of a red bull . The buck-Brahmin evaporates without explanations , an ' the bhoy sets cross-legged on the Chaplain 's bed prophesyin ' bloody war to the men at large . Injia 's a wild land for a God-fearin ' man . I 'll just tie his leg to the tent-pole in case he 'll go through the roof . What did ye say about the war ? '
` Eight thousand men , besides guns , ' said XXXXX .
Chaplain God-fearin Injia Kim Oah Umballa buck-Brahmin evaporates prophesyin war