GOD’S GREAT MOVING PICTURES 
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the warm folds of their mother’s deer-skin 
porka. 
Before them hung the mightiest, most 
beautiful, most wonderful curtain that ever 
man or creature saw. No king’s palace was 
ever hung with curtain half so magnificient. 
A light golden yellow its folds were at first, 
with the deep gray of an autumn sea hidden 
behind them. Turning like the rays of an 
jautumn moon, it grew golden as harvest, 
and all the time it spread across the sky a 
thousand miles high • and wide as the world 
is wide. Slowly the colors changed to a 
golden red while behind its folds deepened 
the dark, dark green of some long-lost ocean 
cave. The little girl hid her face for awe of 
it. We may be sure all the little foxes and 
the little bears, all the reindeer and caribou, 
all the wolves and the ptarmigan came out to 
see, and before this great and mysterious cur¬ 
tain stood in silence, longing for God’s great 
moving pictures to appear, yet fearing almost 
to look, and indeed fearing very much to 
