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8 whence they could look off on range upon range of hills and peaks, and upon the water in the valleys, they halted. Quickly they laid the stones in shape. Fire was very hard to get in those days; but besides plenty of drift-wood laying around the ark, they had dry pieces which they rubbed together. Soon a smoke, and then a spark, appeared. By blowing the spark, flame burst forth, and kindled the fuel. Lonely places on the mountain-tops are very windy. The stiff breeze blew the loose hair of the men in front of their foreheads, turned the flame sideways, and swept the smoke towards the eastern sky. All in reverent expectation waited for some sign of the divine favor, while they watched anxiously the cloud-covered heavens. Still dark and gloomy was the weather, still black the sky. Why does not God speak as in the olive leaf sent by the dove? Suddenly the west wind rends the clouds, and the afternoon glory of the sun

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