CHAPTER 5.
Here come I to my own again Fed, forgiven, and known again Claimed by bone of my bone again, And sib to flesh of my flesh! The fatted calf is dressed for me, But the husks have greater zest for me ...
I think my pigs will be best for me, So I'm off to the styes afresh.
The Prodigal Son.
Once more the lazy, string-tied, shuffling procession got under way, and she slept till they reached the next halting-stage.

It was a very short march, and time lacked an hour to sundown, so Kim cast about for means of amusement.
'But why not sit and rest ?' said one of the escort.

'Only the devils and the English walk to and fro without reason.' 'Never make friends with the Devil, a Monkey, or a Boy.

No man knows what they will do next,' said his fellow.
Kim turned a scornful back--he did not want to hear the old story how the Devil played with the boys and repented of it and walked idly across country.
The lama strode after him.

All that day, whenever they passed a stream, he had turned aside to look at it, but in no case had he received any warning that he had found his River.