stop teasing the animals, but he couldnât help it. The strange thing was â the tigers asked Alwyn to come back and play with them. Then the rattlesnakes begged him to come and play his tin whistle. As for the monkeys, they saved up handfuls of peanuts for him. We couldnât understand that.
Our caulking, felting, schenamming, sheathing, and tarring worked pretty well, but a few leaks came in where somebody whose name we didnât like to say aloud had fired a blunderbuss at the door. Peter melted a billy of tar over the fire, and we teased out some old plough-line, hammered it into the holes made by the nikau berries, and tarred it. We split open kerosene tins, and tacked them over the caulking to hold it in place.
âA bit of of a mongrel way to caulk,â said Peter, âfrom the inside out, but sheâll be right!â
âWeâll have to give her a name,â said Marie. âAunt Effie reckons a shipâs nothing till sheâs got a name.â
âMrs Chapman told us a story at Sunday school,â said Peter. âAbout an old man with a beard, Mr Noah, who saved all the animals from a flood in a ship called the
Ark
.â We thought we remembered the story, and the name sounded all right to us â except for Daisy.
âIâm almost certain Mr Noah turned his wife to a pillar of salt,â she said. âAnd then he went on the ran-tan in a town called Sodom or Gomorrah. A nice example to set the little ones!â
âI think youâre mixing up Mr Noah with a lot of other people,â said Peter. âThe dictionary says an ark is a covered ship for sheltering people and animals during a flood.â
We hung Casey, Lizzie, Jared, and Jessie over the front of the ship by their ankles. They swung a bottle of Aunt Effieâs best champagne and smashed it on what we now called the bows.
âWe name you Aunt Effieâs Ark!â they chorused.
We pulled them back on deck, brushed some broken glass out of their hair, and Daisy told them not to lick their lips.
âIf you once acquire the taste for champagne, thereâs no knowing to what depths you will sink!â she told them. And before we had a feast to celebrate the naming of the ship, Daisy insisted they sing her favourite temperance song:
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Away, away with rum by gum,Â
With rum by gum with rum by gum!
Away, away with rum, by gum!
Thatâs the song of the Salvation Army!
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The little ones chirped the song while Daisy danced, twirled, and smacked her tambourine so hard all the bells fell off, and she burst into tears.
Marie helped Daisy into her bunk. âHereâs a nice cup of tea. Now, you have a good lie down.â And she told the little ones, âItâs all right, Daisy just got too excited.â
We were grateful now for the haystacks Aunt Effie had insisted we sledge into the barn, and for the crops weâd stored: turnips, swedes, spuds, carrots, parsnips, pumpkins, poormanâs oranges, lemons, apples, pears, dried figs and grapes, quinces, almonds, walnuts, chestnuts, dried mushrooms, onions, sides of bacon and ham, barrels of salt beef and pork, and smoked mutton carcasses. We had tier upon tier of barrels of pigeons, pheasants, quail, ducks, black swans, wild geese, pukekos, wekas, and eels â all preserved in their own fat. We had sacks and crates and bins of wheat, maize, barley, oats, lentils, artichokes, dried beans, and split peas. We had lockers filled with jars of marmalade, gooseberry, and strawberry jam. There were more lockers filled with peaches, nectarines, and pears preserved in Agee jars. And whenever we wanted honey, we just went to the beehive in what used to be the wall of thebarn but was now the hull of Aunt Effieâs Ark. We had a continent of tucker, and we were going to need it!
We had several hundred great barrels of cider. There were also Aunt Effieâs hogsheads of wine, rum, whisky, and brandy, as
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