The Cruise of the Noahs Ark

The Cruise of the Noah's Ark

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Title: The Cruise of the Noah's Ark
Author: David Cory
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Language: English
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[Illustration: MR. JONAH LEAVES THE WHALE FOR THE ARK
The Cruise of the Noah's Ark. Frontispiece]
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LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPY LAND (Trademark Registered)

THE CRUISE OF THE NOAH'S ARK
By DAVID CORY
Author of The Little Jack Rabbit Series
Profusely Illustrated
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
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LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPY LAND (Trademark Registered)
The Cruise of the Noah's Ark The Magic Soap-Bubble The Iceberg
Express
BY DAVID CORY
Author of Little Jack Rabbit Series (Trademark Registered)
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Copyright, 1922, by GROSSET & DUNLAP
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CONTENTS
ALL ABOARD! 3 COCK-A-DOODLE-DO 17 THE CIRCUS 31 THE
MAJESTY OF THE LAW 49 MAN OVERBOARD 59 FIRE! FIRE!
75 REPAIRS 87 THE ICEBERG 99 A THRILLING RESCUE 111 A
LEAK 125 THE PICNIC 135 THE STORM 143
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[Illustration: Mr. Noah "shooed" the Hen aboard the Ark.]
ALL ABOARD!
A stands for Animal, Ant or Ape, Quite different in spelling as well as
in shape.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Marjorie, "I'm tired of writing in this old copy book.
What's the use of making the letters just like the copy, anyhow? Mother
doesn't. Her capitals are very different."
B stands for Bruin, Bee or Bug-- The Bee has a sting and the Bear has a
hug!
"Oh, dear!" sighed Marjorie again, while she rested her head on her
arm and looked over at the Noah's Ark.
And then, all of a sudden, something very strange happened. Mr. Noah
came out of his little Ark and said, "You had better come with us, for it
is going to rain for 40 days and 40 nights, and goodness knows where
this nursery will be by the end of that time; probably floating about,
half full of water, in the apple orchard."
"Do you really mean it?" asked Marjorie, gazing anxiously out of the
window at the rain which was falling in torrents.
"I certainly do," replied Mr. Noah.
And then Mrs. Noah poked her head out of a little window in the Ark.
"Listen to Mr. Noah, my dear, for he was certainly right the first time,
and why shouldn't he be now?"
Mr. Noah smiled and walked across the table towards a little yellow
hen. "Shoo," he cried, as the contrary fowl tried to dodge around a toy
automobile. "Shoo there. You know you can't swim like Mrs. Duck, so
why don't you have some sense and get aboard out of harm's way?"
As he finished speaking, water began to pour over the windowsill, and
soon the nursery floor was ankle deep. Marjorie stood on a chair and,

climbing upon the table, walked over to the Ark. On her way she
picked up her rag doll, Maria Jane, and the little toy automobile.
"Hurry, my dear," cried Mr. Noah, "here comes the water over the edge
of the table."
As it was, Maria Jane was splashed a bit, and so was the automobile
before it was pushed through the narrow doorway, for the Ark was
rolling from side to side in rather a dangerous manner.
"Make everything tight. Close the hatches and the portholes!"
commanded Capt. Noah (for now that they were actually afloat, this
seemed the proper title for him), and in a few minutes it was
comfortable and snug inside.
And then, all of a sudden, a big wave carried them over the windowsill
and out into the garden. But it didn't look very much like the garden,
for only the tops of the rose bushes could be seen, and the roses rested
on the water like pond lilies. And then, away sailed the Ark, across the
garden, over the fence, down the road, until it reached an open space.
"The ocean!" cried Mrs. Noah.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Marjorie, "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Noah, I
mean it's Uncle Spencer's meadow. Why, there's Tim! Let's save him!"
And Marjorie ran down to the lower floor of the Ark and commenced
to unfasten the door.
"Careful, my dear," cried Capt. Noah. "What are you about?"
"Oh, hurry, Captain," begged Marjorie, "Tim, Uncle Spencer's dog, is
in the water and I want to bring