n able in so short a time to
replace the bunks and pens in which the animals had slept.
Everybody was in everybody else's way.
The smaller animals were squeezed into corners by the larger ones, and the
Elephant complained that the red Ant kept treading on his toes.
"Order! Order!" shouted Capt. Noah.
"What are you doing, Jonah, and where are you, boys?" he called out,
peering into the darkness, for of course all the electric lights were out
and the hold was in total darkness.
"Here we are," answered Mr. Jonah. "We're doing the best we can," and he
came out of the darkness and rested his pitchfork on the floor while he
wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"I was spreading out the straw for bedding. Ham is giving the pigs a drink
before they go to bed."
And just then the other two boys appeared. "What are you doing here?"
Japheth asked the muley cow, which stood by quietly chewing her cud.
But the muley cow only said, "Moo-o-oo!"
"Well, you come along with me. All the cows are at the other end of the
Ark."
"Don't be impatient," said Capt. Noah, for the muley cow was a very gentle
creature and never tried to butt any one with her horns, because she
didn't have any, you know.
While all this was going on Marjorie and the little squirrel stood in the
doorway.
"Glad you weren't lost," said Shem, patting the squirrel on the back as if
he were a little pet dog. "The other squirrels said they wouldn't go to
bed until you were found."
"Where are they?" asked the little red squirrel. "I'm pretty sleepy and
would like to cuddle up for the night," and then he swung his bag of nuts
over his shoulder and followed Shem, but before he went he whispered to
Marjorie that he'd give her some hickory nuts in the morning.
After a while everything was made snug and tight for the night. Mr. Jonah
put away his pitchfork and the boys hung up the water pails. Then a
lighted lantern was hung at each end of the cabin, and the evening chores
were done, just the same as if they had been on a farm, you know.
And after that Marjorie went up on deck, where the weathercock was sitting
on the flagpole in the moonlight.
"Oh, I love to be a sailor
And sail the ocean blue,
And hear the Captain shout 'Ahoy!'
And order 'round the crew.
"And when the waves are rolling high
The wind is blowing strong,
I sing my cock-a-doodle-do
Just like a sailor song.
"Oh, I'm a sailor rooster,
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