```Bumbling with his little bumbler, ````Till he climbs the golden stair. ```Then the angels will provide him` ```With another bumbilaire.= THE PARABLE OF THE PRODIGAL SON. |Now, there was a certain man who had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, "Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me." And he divided unto him his living, and the younger son purchased himself an oil cloth grip-sack and gat him out of that country. And it came to pass that he journeyed even unto Buckskin and the land that lieth over against Leadville. And when he was come nigh unto the gates of the city, he heard music and dancing. And he gat him into that place, and when he arose and went his way, a hireling at the gates smote upon him with a slung-shot of great potency, and the younger son wist not how it was. Now in the second watch of the night he arose and he was alone, and the pieces of gold and silver were gone. And it was so. And he arose and sat down and rent his clothes and threw ashes and dust upon himself. And he went and joined himself unto a citizen of that country, and he sent him down into a prospect shaft for to dig. And he had never before dug. Wherefore, when he spat upon his hands and lay hold of the long-handled shovel wherewith they are wont to shovel, he struck his elbow upon the wall of the shaft wherein he stood, and he poured the earth and the broken rocks over against the back of his neck. And he waxed exceeding wroth. And he tried even yet again, and behold! the handle or the shovel became tangled between his legs, and he filled his ear nigh unto full of decomposed slate and the porphyry which is in that region round about. And he wist not why it was so. Now, after many days the shovelers with their shovels, and the pickers with their picks, and the blasters with their blasts, and the hoisters with their hoists, banded themselves together and each said to his fellow: Go to! Let us strike. And they stroke. And they that strake were as the sands of the sea for multitude, and they were terrible as an army with banners. And they blew upon the ram's horn and the cornet, and sacbut, and the alto horn, and the flute and the bass drum. Now, it came to pass that the younger son joined not with them which did strike, neither went he out to his work, nor on the highway, least at any time they that did strike should fall upon him and flatten him out, and send him even unto his home packed in ice, which is after the fashion of that people. And he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself unto a citizen of that country; and he sent him into the lunch room to feed tourists. And he would fain have filled himself up with the adamantine cookies and the indestructible pie and vulcanized sandwiches which the tourists did eat. And no man gave unto him.