Puss Junior and Robinson Crusoe

<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>CAPTAIN NOAH</h2> <div class='cap'>THE first night on the Ark was most uncomfortable. It was not an easy thing to provide sleeping quarters for the animals, and although Captain Noah and his three sons did their best, from the complaints that were heard in the morning, it was easy to see that very few were satisfied.</div> <p>"We must get up a set of rules and regulations," said Captain Noah at the breakfast table. "It's all very well to carry a cargo of coal or salt but when it comes to animals it's quite another thing. Each animal is so blamed different," and Captain Noah heaved a great sigh as he lifted the steaming cup of coffee to his lips.</p> <p>Puss, Junior, and Tom Thumb had risen with the sun&mdash;that is, I should say, at an early hour, for of course there was no sun. No, indeed, there was nothing but rain and a wide expanse of water. Water, water, everywhere, but not a speck of dirt. The whole world seemed nothing but water. The only thing that wasn't water was the Ark and its passengers.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span></p> <p>However, this did not keep Puss, Junior, and Tom Thumb from eating a hearty breakfast. They were good travelers, whether by land or sea, and to Puss, who had passed through many a dangerous adventure, the present situation seemed one of great interest.</p> <p>Mother Goose was also in high spirits. Turning to Captain Noah, she said:</p> <p>"My dear Captain, if it weren't for you, I hardly know what in the world I should have done. To fly on gander-back through the rain for forty days and nights would be impossible, so I have you to thank for my deliverance."</p> <p>"Don't mention it, my dear Mother Goose," replied Captain Noah. "I did only what was my duty. You know, I have always been the Weatherman of Arkville, and, if I do say it, I have hit the mark every time. I knew, in fact, I felt, that we were to have forty days and forty nights of rain. For the last two weeks I have published this in the Arkville News. To have the Ark finished in time was my greatest ambition, and now to reach Mount Ararat will be the crowning joy of my career.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</SPAN></span></p> <div class='poem'> "We didn't know where we were at,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One wide river,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Until we bumped on Ararat,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One wide river to cross."</span><br/></div> <p>"I've so often heard that song at the Minstrels," said Mother Goose, "that I believe it's really coming true."</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />