"Throw him a life-preserver!" shouted Capt. Noah.
"Throw him a life line!" yelled Shem.
"Throw him the anchor!" growled Japheth, who never had liked the Polar
Bears, I guess.
But Cockswain Ham was not the least bit rattled. He steered the boat
toward the frightened bear and told him to catch hold.
"Now pull for all you're worth!" shouted Ham to the monkeys, "and we'll
tow Brother Bear."
But, oh, dear me! The great waves kept washing over the little boat, and
the two monkeys had a hard time rowing with that great heavy bear dragging
on the stern.
"They'll be swamped!" screamed Mrs. Noah, as a tremendous great wave
dashed over the little life-boat.
"Bail, bail, you lubber!" shouted Ham. "We'll all be in Davy Jones's
locker if you don't!"
Well, pretty soon they came alongside the Ark, and Capt. Noah let down a
rope ladder, up which the two bears managed to scramble after a hard
struggle.
And after that Cockswain Ham and his gallant crew came aboard, and the
life-boat was hoisted up on deck.
Motherly Mrs. Noah at once put the two bears to bed after a hot mustard
bath and a drink of Jamaica ginger.
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