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- 7 young folks were to breathe God’s air, which is usually so much purer than house or ship air. The great floating chest was like a cattle-ship, for it was full of livestock. After many months of wet and “nasty” weather—as sailors say—their cramped limbs enjoyed the climb up the hill-side. How sure and solid the ground felt to them. No wonder the Psalms are full of gratitude because God “setteth fast” the mountains. First, they let free the beasts, birds, and creeping things out of their pens and stalls in the ark. What a scene of frisking, gambolling, and tail-whisking there must have been, as the animals regained their freedom, and scattered over the earth! Fathers, mothers, and children, led by Noah, hastened at once to thank God. The way to do this in early ages was to build an altar of stones, and with fire and clean animals laid on it to send up a costly smoke to heaven. So worshipped all the ancient nations when the world was young. High up on the mountain’s crest,
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