The Cruise of the Noah's Ark   By: David Cory (1872-1966)

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

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)

Copyright, 1922, by GROSSET & DUNLAP

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

[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.